The night star shines through the night illumatinating the way
a single voice announces, the king's arrival, to live among us.
Christmas morning rings as the morning light hums, as a new song begins.
The Troubadour sings illuminating darkness, dispelling fear.
Echoes of joy ring
The songless world yearns to hear.
The troubadour’s song.
Morning's light hums
through hate and despair as hope
sings a new redemptive song.
on a morrowless day nighttide meets at winter's gate light concatenates
#haiku #HaikuSaturday #haikuseed
winter solstice Dec 21, 2022
6 facts about the winter solstice
The magic moment. While many focus on the winter solstice as a day in the calendar, what we are actually talking about is a very specific moment which is over almost as soon as it has begun. ...
The Sun stands still. ... Winter begins. ... Nine hours darker. ... The earliest sunset. ...
8 fascinating facts about the summer solstice
It arrives like clockwork. ... Time stands still. ... It's not the earliest sunrise of the year. ... It's been observed throughout human history. ... Flooding the Nile. ... Greek feasts. ... Ancient Roman celebration of home and hearth. ... It's still celebrated around the world today. March/ September Spring Equinox March Equinox
Terrestrial tides collide rising high, but twice a year. sun and moon poised.
A morrowless day arriving on the equinox perfectly balanced.
January sky Its sheer so clear, so blue. Nothing leaves a mark.
Wintry sky shear blue bright and clear cirrus trails Shear Cirrus trails in the clear, wintry blue sky.
Emotional world
Spinning round the sun leaving
Unanswered questions.
#HaikuSaturday by martha vandivier
@Vandiviergrade3
My Reply:
In between twilight
answers lie within us
for finding the Truth.
#HaikuSaturday by RL Brown
Snow in Arkansas
Ump, get real, it's Arkansas
Snowing in Arkansas
#HaikuSaturday
We have a saying in AR, if you don't like the weather, wait a day!
5:59 PM · Nov 12, 2022
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wispy sheers, whispering change, forth-telling
Whiptail: journal of the single-line poem @whiptailjournal
Cirrus clouds are thin, feathery, and wispy; portents of rain. #haiku #monoku #whiptailjournal https://pic.twitter.com/
Winter's warning wispy, feathery thin, Cirrus clouds, portents of rain.
Replying to @whiptailjournal
Whiptail: journal of the single-line poem
@whiptailjournal
speckled sunlight of pattern pathways
Share a monoku you wrote and the story behind it.
The story behind this: I was reading Richard Peck this summer, inspired by his writing.
Nov 21 Replying to @jerroldconnors I never had an invisible childhood friend, choosing now, I would pick the mischievous confidence of Bugs Bunny and the quiet friendship of Winnie the Pooh. I wouldn't care for gremlins since they work for Murphy's Law.
Nov 22 Friendship Replying to @JThomasABC Like a leaf that is brief-lasting a season, branches that hang around for a while, or the roots that keep you grounded, friends are the rings inside you. #InvisibleThings
Nov 23 Creativity Like a river, creativity flows, bends, hits a dam, spills over, finds another way. A mist that get lost in a fog, but is ever moving forward- to new horizons. @lozzawriting
Invisible Things/Creativity
Nov 24: Joy Grandbabies create a rite of passage for parents to become Grand! @AndrewsSusanM
Passing the responsibility of raising a child to your child and watching them guide, struggle, seek your help and advice, and getting to love and trust them to do their best is pure joy.
Nov 25 Hope hurts! Hurtful words dash across the heart. Dreams unrealized lie in waste. Lost in the darkness, we cry. Hope lies beyond our regrets and missed opportunities. Hope restores the heart and clears the way for renewed dreams. Hope heals!
#InvisibleThings @jerroldconnors 5:30 PM · Nov 25, 2022
Trouvaille Review, February 15, 2022 Publication
excerpt:
Winter winds whistling
Indian Summer's last stance
Bowing gracefully
Winter’s dignity
Lifeless trees' quiet strength
Autumn seeds nestled deep-
Sheltered. #haikusaturday
Originally written separately, then one poem.
Hallo's Eve comes once a year
certain creatures reappear.
Pumpkin faces scare the dead,
filling ghouls full of dread.
Jack-o-Lantern fools the gnome,
we're disguised and free to roam.
House to house we seek sweet treats
pumpkin lights line the street.
Fading fast and hard to see
spirits hiding in the tree.
one, two, three, four
"EEK," and away they soar.
Pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin face
side by side we'll win this race.
Round the corner, house insight,
dare we run with all our might.
Safe inside we dance with glee
Jack-o-Lantern smiles at me.
Hallo's Eve comes once a year
certain creatures reappear.
Pumpkin faces scare the dead,
filling ghouls full of dread.
Jack-o-Lantern fools the gnome,
we're disguised and free to roam.
House to house we seek sweet treats,
pumpkin lights line the street.
Fading fast and hard to see
spirits hiding in the tree.
one, two, three, four
"EEK," and away they soar.
Pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin face
side by side we'll win this race.
Round the corner, house insight,
dare we run with all our might.
Safe inside we dance with glee.
Jack-o-Lantern smiles at me.
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A HALLOWEEN LIMERICK
A HALLOWEEN LIMERICK
Jasper, the ghost, refuses to float. Over water, his stomach would bloat. Nightshades took pity- Takes him to the city. Cruising across the moat by boat.
Vincent roams the skies by night, foraging for flower nectar to bite. The flowers all hid, afraid of this kid. Vanishing by morning’s light..
Nettie, the spider, tosses silk threads. The wind carries her over the farmstead. Free to roam, for a new home. Spinning her web by the woodshed.
Pumpkin Pete sits in a patch, grim. He wishes for a face that would grin. Along came a farmer, who's a great carver! Beaming at guests entering the inn.
Shelton Bones travels by scooter never honking the horn tooter Ghosts cry yoohoo, bats screech boohoo. Skidding downhill, he runs over Rooster.
Luna wishes to fly by moonlight seeks a moonbeam to steady her flight. sleight hullabaloo incoming cockatoo Tail-spinning, Luna flies till midnight.
WIP
Fading fast and hard to see spirits hiding in the tree. one to four watch them soar Oh no! It's time to flee.
The old scarecrow frightens Jeanie because she is such teeny weenie. tiny in size, hides from prying eyes, and eats her fill of zucchini.
oh me oh my, crazy cross eye witch. Shimmering rays steady her flight, Winnie yearns to fly by moonlight. Moonbeams are ready. One cross eye, she's willing to try She carries her teddy. Together, they frolic and play till midnight. she frolics and plays past midnight
The great horn owl
a dinner of mice is a quite nice hootie hoot hoot, what a coot
Wind rustles the leaves Trees shimmer yawning deeply Anticipation
Autumn equinox, the balance of light and dark, time juncture converts.
Turn your face eastward. Fall moon on the horizon blazing golden hues.
Extravagant colors! The migratory birds last song. Light wanes for evening.
Nature's splendor yields a harvest of abundance, Thankfulness expressed.
Inner autumn calls, time to embrace season’s change. The wind howls for rest.
Light narrows yet shines. Truth displayed for all to see, God’s bountiful grace.
Counterfeit death nears. The last harvest, winter comes. Weary souls find rest.
October Haiku
little ones frolic
under silvery moonbeams
till stillness comes
a sparkled light cast
night recedes behind the stars
tomorrow sleeps
---
a shimmering dance
a seasonal rain
blurred lines of change
Kathy Halsey
@infowoman1
·
Oct 9
Replying to
@RhondaLBrown2
"Blurred lines of change", the consonance, the rhyme, make this divine.
a single-cosmos
harmonious symmetry
its own star system
#haiku
#HaikuSaturday
Photo by RL Brown, a single flower from a field of cosmos in South Korea
The Korean Folk Village
weeping willows
water lanterns
twilight shift
Morning's blush
slips through the
mizzling mist.
Haiku Pond/Water Published @Haiku Pond
other ideas for water
tiny rainbows shimmer in the sunlight through the mizzling mist
frosty white
glistening icicles
drip
Haiku Pond/Water
troubled matrix,
stain dewdrops of torment
or dewdrops of troubled matrix
Sinkholes, shifting sand,
watchful eyes staring
at a changing basin.
Shrouded storms, titans clash.
long summer evenings
where forest and child
refuse to sleep
brontebrown2
@RhondaLBrown2
·
Jul 30
thunderous speech showers from the sky
pattering the earth's surface
liquid sunshine seeps into the crusty dirt,
nourishing deep roots.
a realized dream
worked for
contains real magic
#HaikuSaturday
the essence of magic
a realized dream
worked for
On moonbeams, life frolics till night's hush moves stillness in and draws the sleepy eyes shut, all rest.
Life frolics on the moonbeam
and plays till night's hush
moves stillness in -
drawing the sleepy eyes shut,
all rest. RL Brown
jet lag, sleep comes when-
western time, eastern time
neither, baby time
memories lay curled
tumbled, dark rumble
inner balance skewed
truth is a plumbline
that does not vary
or shapeshift.
God's Word does not compromise Truth. It is our plumbline, our standard, our foundation to live by. God cannot lie. Therefore, our foundation is solid as a rock. (Amos and Hebrews)
Bright sherbet colors
familiar and strange
in a foreign land. #HaikuSaturday
annyeonghaseyo from South Korea
Yard mowed, edges trimmed-ha
It's raining, it's pouring-
The grass will grow back
by morning-
Real magic is the time
and effort you put into
something.
The difference between a fable and a fairy tale is that in a fable you succeed by your own efforts. That is the essence of real magic.
thunderous speech showers from the sky
pattering the earth's surface
liquid sunshine seeps into the crusty dirt,
nourishing deep roots.
Showers of thunderous speech
oozing liquid sunshine
splattering the dirt
Sun captures glistening vapors
snapdragons retreat
pods of rebirth
Seeds are coming early this year. Hidden in Nature Pic by RLBrown
(WIP)
Hidden in Nature
Dangling treasure
for avid adventurers,
hidden in nature.
Dangling treasures
hidden in nature
for seekers to find......sought by
Tenacious trekkers
journey through a rarely seen
ribbon of time.
Wanderers capture
moments of discoveries
and lasting memories.
Capturing moments
of discoveries
and lasting memories.
The patterned pathways of
speckled sunlight guiding
avid adventurers.
As evening wanes
sunlight etches closer to
twilight's shade
Speckles of sunlight
Sunlight etches closer to twilight's shade
as the evening wanes.
emits pastel hue (cool Hue) Pastel hues color the evening sky.
long summer evenings
forest and child
refuse to sleep.
Fireflies hover
tealights glow
keeping darkness at bay
Cicadas sing
tree shadows creep.
Silence and night merge.
Yet little ones play in evening's twilight.
little ones frolic
on moonbeams silvery stream
till stillness comes.
Moonbeams
little ones frolic
under silvery moonbeams
till stillness comes
vanishing, tranformed by a moonbean ---stars shine, night receds behind the stars.
light infused into the night lighting a new path
till moonbeam
cast a sprkled light or an infused ligh
shadows and light play againtill the night hush comes
to pour a sleeping draft,
draws the sleepy eyes
darkness comes with a peacful rest.
Night's hush pours it sleeping draft
Life frolics on the moonbeam.
It plays till Night's hush
moves stillness in and
draws the sleepy eyes
shut, all rest.
{Plays till stillness comes.
The hush of night,
draws the sleepy eyes,
rest.
Yet in the darkness
life does not sleep
It frolic till Night's hush
moves in stillness,
all rest.]
Dayshadows shines Pattern Pathways
on twisted trails
of speckled sunlight
patterned pathways
of speckled sunlight
on twisted trails
designed for
rambling rovers,
giddy gadabouts,
avid adventurers,
dogged drifters,
and
tenacious trekkers.
fun to play with-
Tenacious trekkers travel twisted trails through time. time turns memories into laughter.
Twisted trails of speckled sunlight and patterned pathways traveled by avid adventurers, dogged drifters and tenacious trekkers.
Wintry winds
whistling a ceaseless
threnody
Haiku Music Challenge
1. sunlight etches closer
to twilight's shade,
evening wanes
2. long summer evenings
forest and child
refuse to sleep
Rhonda L Brown - USA
http://stardusthaiku.blogspot.com/p/blog-page.html submission instructions
submission - Stardust - August
A friend and I above the clouds swinging free on a porch in Mountain View, AR. #haikusaturday I hope to visit one more time before she sells. pic.twitter.com/CMSuHM4BJ9
A troubled matrix
dewdrops of torment
stains
#HaikuSeed
Mildew
Time spins memories into laughter.
Summer Solstice
Solstice's rays stretch to reach Night tide's inner boundaries Summer bows Nighttide catenates
Guess, guess, guess again, kid-giggles on the inside guessing games.
Time spins laughter into memories
"The planetary team will meet again soon," says Coach Moon. "Will you be joining them this year?" Mrs. Gallivant asked. "Wouldn't miss it," says Coach Moon, "and you shouldn't either." "There you have it folks. Coach Moon confirms the upcoming alignment of the big five. Gallivant reporting live from Earth Watch Station.
patterned pathways speckled sunlight
Dangling treasure For avid adventurers Hidden in nature
Tenacious hikers Roaming twisted trails Of speckled sunlight
tenacious trekkers traveling patterned pathways of speckled sunlight
Photo by RL Brown fun to play with- Tenacious trekkers travel twisted trails through time.
Twisted trails of speckled sunlight and patterned pathways traveled by avid adventurers, dogged drifters and tenacious trekkers.
stormy days torrential rain evening settles to walk in the clouds
stormy days settle to walk above the clouds
Summer colors vibrate, the wind hums, the sky swishes, and our insides, giggle.
a view from a hammock
The wind hums the clouds dance soft kisses, in the cool listening to the wind hum watching the clouds dance
the sky swishes the hammock sways under a zenith moon, untroubled.
life's brief moments
full of beauty and splendor
raining
pink petals
we mourn
In memory of Robb Elementary school in Uvalde, Texas
tears of sadness flow
our hearts hurt
for the families, friends, and the community.
A Pastoral Cacophony (WIP)
Morning's first blush slips
through the mizzling mist,
dawn's chorus begins.
Antiphonal tweets
robins, warblers, blackbirds sing
dayspring's symphony.
The woodland world wakes.
Senryu is about human nature
Breathe the sunlit air,
uproot weeds watered by tears,
stir the soul, start new.
Rewritten as a Tanka- 31 syllables
Tears flow
deep within
watering roots of despair,
breathe the sunlit air-
uproot weeds
nurtured by tears,
stir the soul
to start anew.
Mountains of precipitous words echo constant reverberation.
Reach into the world of words to find perspicacity.
cool zephyr breeze
flows over tender grasses
goose pimples giggle.
hurricane prelude
whirlybirds in the wind
bliss ignorance
https://thehaikufoundation.org/per-diem-haiku-of-the-day-for-may-2022-early-childhood/#comment-141484
Photo by RL Brown, Gulfport, MS
Deep within my roots,
generational stories
intertwine.
Bifurcating branches
twist and wind upward,
etching life's wrinkles.
Her umbrella twirls
spreading crystalized sprinkles
everywhere #haikuseed (salt)
His message rings true
of grace's gift freely given,
yet, honors free will.
Our eternal destination is our own to decide. The gift has been freely offered. We choose to accept or deny.
fmf April 7, 2023
The Troubadour's Song
Overcome by fear
despairing loss, hope gone
Peter denies Him,
Judas walks beside
the true Messiah, daily
impervious to truth,
ignorance succeeds,
Pharisees deny their Messiah,
Jerusalem cries,
overwhelmed by grief,
John couldn't contain his tears,
his Messiah dies,
dementia cries out,
darkness envelops the cross
death's grip shakes the earth,
heartbreaking loneliness,
despair descends to hell's depth,
where is my hope?
We walk every day beside
the true Messiah,
impervious to truth,
YET>
a single voice sings, illuminating darkness with salvation's song,
the morning light hums, the eternal wrapped in clay, has set Terra free.
His message rings true of grace's gift freely given, honoring free will.
The song of the church is the gospel story of God's eternal plan.
The harvest complete, the church caught up, Israel will once again have a hand in redeeming Man.
Hebrew 4:1 For the word of God is living and active, and piercing as far as the division of soul and spirit, of both joints and marrow, and able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart.
Matthew 13: 18-32, Parable of the Sower, Tares among the Wheat and the Mustard Seed, denial and faith to overcome.
Denial or Acceptance come from the heart, here is an excerpt from:
https://crossref-it.info/articles/52/seed-sowing
Parable of the Sower/ and the Mustard Seed Parable Excerpt
"Jesus uses the idea of seed metaphorically in a parable to explain how different people receive the word of God. Christ, who sows the word of God in human hearts, scatters the seed, but some falls on stony ground or is choked by weeds. However, those who receive and understand the word of God are like the good soil which nurtures the seed (Matthew 13:3-9). In another parable he compares the Kingdom of God to a mustard-seed, which is ‘the smallest of all seeds' but which, as it grows, develops into a well-established tree (Matthew 13:31-32). (See also Big ideas: Parables.)
Jesus also used the image of a seed to explain how his death and resurrection (see Big ideas: Death and resurrection) would have a significant impact on the world, resulting in the redemption of humankind (see Big ideas: Redemption, salvation). He explained that, just as a seed would not grow unless it was buried, so he had to die and be buried before his word could be spread: ‘unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds' (John 12:24).
Sowing and judgement
The product of a seed is also used symbolically to stand for the natural consequences of one's actions, both positive as well as negative. Paul warned that ‘people reap what they sow. Those who sow to please their sinful nature … will reap destruction; those who sow to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life' (Galatians 6:8).
November 2022
Vol VII No IV
See final version on published work page
A Pastoral Cacophony
As morning's first blush slips through the mizzling mist, dawn's chorus begins. The woodland world wakes, nestlings fluff their feathers, squish together and listen to their twitter song.
Blackbirds sing a low mellow tone blending choral notes to a day-spring chant. Red-breasted robins' antiphonal tweets, twitters back and forth.
A cool zephyr breezes through the budding trees, and a hermit thrush adds a rhythmic woodwind harmony. Chee-pippety-chee-chee, Jenny wren joins in with a light peppy lilt, stepping up the beat.
Colorful warblers echo a descant as tiny rainbows shimmer in the twilight's dew. A Capella chorus in one voice, sings a spring aria.
Songbirds greet the morning with a pastoral cacophony.
"siiih "siiih" "chink chink chink. Suddenly, the tempo changes and the chorus fades. A mockingbird's catcall signals a tail twitching taunt, kitty in the weeds.
The aria ends with the soft adagio from a mourning dove. coo-ah coo-AH, Coo-OO-oo coo-coo-coo.
Morning's first blush slips through the mizzling mist, dawn's chorus begins.
Antiphonal tweets, robins, warblers, blackbirds sing day-spring's symphony.
The woodland world wakes, feathers fluffed, nestlings listen, to their someday song.
Blending choral notes, blackbirds add a mellow tone to twilight's day-song.
Chee-pippety-chee, chee-chee, Jenny wren joins in with a peppy lilt.
A rainbow shimmers in the morning dew, colorful warblers echo a descant.
An Acappella chorus singing a spring aria, songbirds unite.
“siiih, siiih" “chink chink chink," a sudden signature change, the sunrise song fades.
A blue jay's catcall signals a tail twitching taunt, kitty in the weeds.
The aria ends with the soft adagio from a mourning dove.
perch-coo, coo-COO-coo, coo-ah, coo-coo-coo,
Antiphon: alternate singing by two groups.
Adagio: A tempo having slow movement; restful at ease.
Lilt: a pleasant gentle swinging rhythm, a characteristic rising and falling in the tune.
kitty in the weeds bluejay's catcall a tail twitching taunt #HaikuSeed taunt
warblers' echo shimmering in the mist, morning descant
ending with a soft adagio of a mourning dove, coo-Coo-coo, coo-ah, coo-coo-coo
brontebrown2 
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