Leaving Home

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Wishing to leave home

To venture out on my own

Fearlessly wander

Confining duties

Restricting regulations

Keep me in my place

A reality

True, but too bitter to face

My home is not home

The world still beckons

I can hear its siren call

I will soon answer

Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge

A Race against the Clock

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An endless race we will never win

As the hands of the clock spin and spin

Ever so cunning this game we play

Makes us wonder if we’ve lived a day

A deadly curse dooming all mankind

This funny concept: the elapsing of time

In a grinding life we all believe

Because our goal is to constantly achieve

 Breath, some say to those who run

Take a moment to have some fun

We’re already late, the runners say

If we stop and wait it’ll all be taken away

A modern world revolving around success

Forbidding all to settle for less

“It’s your duty to society and to yourself”

But by the time you get there, you’ll have nothing left

 

The Screen

Working outdoors. Beautiful young woman in funky hat working on laptop and smiling while sitting outdoors

This device has been a staple in my life for years, but

it has now become an addiction I’m beginning to fear.

It starts with checking my email in the morning, then

before long I’m streaming and chatting and blogging.

I’m called by my friends and family and peers, however,

all their calls are nulled by the screen, and I’ve disappeared

 I’m transfixed by its beckoning light and imaged worlds, and

have lost interest in the reality around.

It offers entertainment, virtual experiences and information, but

lacks the intimacy of human interaction.

An appealing contraption of attractive power has

locked its subjects in an inescapable tower.

Connected to every country from a comfortable seat, but

lacking the experience. What a cheat!

I sit here behind a screen to write this poem, isn’t this

the most ironic statement you have ever known?

 

Intro to Poetry – Day 6 (Screen)

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Painted Visage

Visage

Countless faces filling the streets

Blurry visages that never speak

But one stands out from the  wall

And he admires her colours with every stroll

A mystery girl adorning the city

Neglected in plain sight, yet always pretty

She was made for him, he always thought

Marvellous, majestic and can never be bought

She soothes the ails of lonely sufferers

And quenches the thirst of art-lovers

Desperate wanderers in a world that crushes

Can sometimes find hope in paint and brushes

The Daily Post’s prompt “Stroll”

Intro to Poetry – Day 2 (Face)

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A World of Nonsense

A world of peace

A world of war

A world that once was

And is forever no more

 

This world we live in

Which makes absolutely no sense

Where we will never belong

For its illogical dangers are immense