This was a piece I did forever ago and remains one of my favourites.
Tanks a million
Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday
This week the challenge was to use synonyms for BEWITCH and TREASURE. I used CAPTIVATE and PRIZE.
Feint smile, alluring
eyes captivate, draw him in
temptations sweet prize
Door knock, stark reality
sticky magazine pages
My mind didn’t stray far from the obvious on this one. This one’s for you Donny.
Oh for the sweet chance
to see him re-united
with his dear mother
Tanks a million
Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday
This week the challenge was to use synonyms for Magic and Green. I used Enchanted and Pastoral.
Pastoral delight
enchanted billows rising
clouds swirl and mind freed
then succumbs to the munchies
eats an entire pizza
Tanks a million
Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday
This week the challenge was to use synonyms for Give and Receive. I used bestow and Welcome.
Silver falls the rain
welcome reprieve to parched land
cooling gift bestowed
heads covered people scurry
because it makes their hair curl
Sometimes I swear he does these to intentionally bring out the worse in me…
Tanks a million
Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday
This week the challenge was to use synonyms for Dry and Wet. I used Moist and Arid.
MOIST. Clammy and damp.
Dripping and saturated
wet, humid, steamy
Congrats, most cant read past MOIST
Oh, better use ARID too.
There was no way this was going to be anything other than in appropriate. I often try to be serious with these but this was too difficult to not go where I should not.
Ronovan provides the haiku prompts.
The delicious bliss
of sculpted brawn, oh but look
steroid shrunk manhood
Tanks a million
Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday
This week the challenge was to use synonyms for Praise and Excite. I used Eulogise and Rouse.
Spring oft eulogised
Roused from dark, rich mother earth
cold grip, slow released
mostly I see dog walkers
leaving their crap on the paths
I would point out that the crap belongs to the dogs not the walkers. In no way am I suggesting dog walkers poo on the pavements. I mean they might, but I never saw them. Well apart from that once…but they never had a dog. And it was winter and about 2 in the morning after a night out and all the toilets were closed. So probably not the same thing.
Oh come on how was this going to end any other way. Seriously?
Pissy tanned tyrant
I do so hope you get aids
of the prison type
They said it like it was a bad thing?
Another Ronovan prompt
Home, where the heart is
care free. Until evicted.
mortgage overdue
I missed last week’s prompt because of reasons so nice to be getting back to a Tuesday tanka again. On a Wednesday.
Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. This week the challenge was to use synonyms for HURRY and LAST. I used DASH and FINAL.
Heart broken and lost
a final embrace, farewell
and once more alone
into her pillow she cries
as he dashes to Tinder
Another Ronovan prompt
Heartbeat gentle pounds
fragile thrum and thump each day
then it stops, you die
How could I resist
Hate my body art?
well that works out about right
‘cos I hate your face
https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/05/14/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-201-bodyart/
Tank you very much
Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday
I don’t take many things seriously as you probably know but I am going to make a concerted effort to do Colleen’s challenges properly when I do them. I have scant regard for the correct use of haiku and tanka and often do such beastly things to them but I think it is also important to show appreciation for the little blighters because they are so fabulous when done right.
This week the challenge was to use synonyms for BELONG and DREAM. I used OWNED and FANTASY.
By you, my heart owned
A fantasy unfulfilled
object of desire
but I cant come near you now
bloody restraining order
How could I resist
He swears faithfulness
She doubts her love, nasty rash
and peeing fire
https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/05/07/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-200-irefire/
More on a similar theme…I particularly like the use of the word ‘Wild’
Once a man of esteemed reputation
Quite addicted to wild masturbation
The real thing he would shirk
Instead content to jerk
And enjoy solo gratification
Tank you very much
Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday
I don’t take many things seriously as you probably know but I am going to make a concerted effort to do Colleen’s challenges properly when I do them. I have scant regard for the correct use of haiku and tanka and often do such beastly things to them but I think it is also important to show appreciation for the little blighters because they are so fabulous when done right.
This week the challenge was to use synonyms for SING and CELEBRATE. I used CROON and TOAST.
Lights dimmed, spotlight’s glare
Croon to number forty two
a toast at night’s end
In his head a superstar
the lord of karaoke
I resisted using the word moist…
You love my haiku
Obsessed with it’s tight format
anticipation
We’ve all seen them on those tv shows…
An incestuous chap, fan of twister
Darkest urge as he played with his sister
Remarked “oh my dear Wendy
You’re so supple and bendy”
Late that night on his palm quite the blister
A moment of your time please…
I seem to be having a few problems with WordPress at the moment. Just yesterday I was told that I no longer had a follow button on my website because I had chosen to add a widget. What sort of world is it where you would have a Blog but not have the option for somebody to follow it? Honest. Today though I’m just wondering whether you would mind leaving me a comment if you read this post as to what you saw when you were trying to get to it. Is it like everybody elses blog where you see a link in the reader and you click on it and you’re taken to the piece that I have written? Or, more annoyingly, do you see a link similar to the one in the header and below which asks you to follow a link to view the post.

A seemingly unnecessary second click to get to the peace that I have written. If you wouldn’t mind just letting me know what you saw and maybe whether you were in the reader or finding my post another way say perhaps through an email . It would be most appreciated because the WordPress happiness engineers seem to be really struggling to help me with this.
He leaves, free at last
this time he will find true love
dies sad and alone
He leaves, free at last
this time he will find true love
dies sad and alone
Him. Not me. Okay maybe a bit me but mostly him.
A commuter perverted young Justin
in packed carriages often found thrusting
against strangers unknown
he would shudder and moan
and head home quite aroused his loins busting
It’s a thing by the way…look. Okay that ones about something else but look up frotteurism!
Shockingly poor but hey ho, it’s something.
A fine gent who went off of the rails
whose dark deeds insignificant pail
when compared to his wife
cos she’s living the life
having threesomes with clowns in North Wales