In response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge
My dreams are my own.
Thought: the especial freedom
No one can steal yours.
Thank you Ronovan for another great prompt!
In response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge
My dreams are my own.
Thought: the especial freedom
No one can steal yours.
Thank you Ronovan for another great prompt!
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge: Want & Tatter
Don’t play with my wants,
Stretching me, destroying me,
Don’t tatter my heart.
In response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge: New & Time
Let the sun shine in
Let time pause for a moment
Let you be renewed
Good mood today. Taking a break from study; shall deal with consequences tomorrow.
In response to Ronovan’s Weeklu Haiku Challenge: Reach and Vie
Vying for more time
Must buckle down & study
Reach for the good grades
Uni is hard T-T but I’ve had the first round of assignment results come back with two As and a B so I know the hard work I’m putting in pays off. At least I can understand teaching in theory – next month I’ll have to put this into practice!
‘Cept I’ve got another seven assignments to hand in before then (omigosh it really is that many!). Cabin fever, here I come!
In response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge: Ill and Rest
A sleep too restless
Tiredness leaves me open
illness in autumn
I am not sick, which is quite new for me at this time of year. I hope it’s the start of a healthy flu season for me, since last year I picked up various infections and had three separate instances of being horribly sick, along with the usual sniffles and irritants winter must include.
Having said that, I haven’t been sleeping too well lately, but I think that’s because I haven’t had the time to write so much, so my imagination is going haywire and treating me to lucid dreams at night. Seriously, so far I’ve explored cities, jungles, wastelands, spoken to hundreds of people, solved the odd murder, and gotten at least a dozen different superpowers in my sleep. I should be happy about that, but it’s making it difficult for me to wake up.
Oh, and just a fun one to finish off:
Rest today, but am
Looking forward to getting
ill from choc-o-late
In response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge: Foul & Sweet
Unopened choc’late
Was a treat from holidays
But the sweet turned foul.
This happened to me just last night, so I wished I’d taken a picture of the off chocolate before I threw it in the bin. Actually, it was the very same chocolate which I had written a haiku about after I’d come back from holidays last year. I had called it “green tea and daggers“. Above is the photo I took after I came back from holidays (that’s 11th October 2014 for my American friends).
It was my last green tea flavoured kitkat, and it had gone all permanently half-melted…
On another note, how many syllables are in chocolate? I pronounce it as “choc’late” so I wrote it like that to emphasis that pronunciation, but I suppose there must be some people who pronounce it properly. Does anyone here pronounce the whole three syllables?
And thanks again to Ronovan for another great haiku challenge!
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Weekly Haiku Challenge: Miss & Past
Though you have now passed,
You will still inspire us.
We will all miss you.
Rest In Peace Terry Pratchett, creator, satirist, brilliantly clever.
P.S. We will keep the orangutans safe.
In response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge
When one day’s delay
left Beast heartbroken, dying,
Beauty’s heart broke too.
We take for granted
The love we have for others
Don’t leave it too late…
In response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge.
war-weary landscape
seeks deeper infamy, so
deepens destruction
I was shocked again with the latest video that ISIS proudly dumped into the lap of the world media. It is not enough for them to destroy their own people and threaten to destroy the rest of the world – they have attacked their own history, one of ‘the cradles of civilisation’.
“Islamic State militants ransacked Mosul’s central museum, destroying priceless artefacts that are thousands of years old, in the group’s latest rampage which threatens to upend millennia of coexistence in the Middle East.
The destruction of statues and artefacts that date from the Assyrian and Akkadian empires, revealed in a video published by Isis on Thursday, drew ire from the international community and condemnation by activists and minorities that have been attacked by the group.” – from The Guardian website http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/feb/26/isis-fighters-destroy-ancient-artefacts-mosul-museum-iraq
Destruction: Isis thugs push a statue to the ground at a museum in Mosul. Source: UK’s Mirror (Yes I know the Mirror isn’t a great source but they had actual stills of the video posted)
This is messed up, but unfortunately it is nothing new. The two largest standing statues of Buddah were destroyed by the Taliban in 2001.
There are so many examples of hateful people destroying art, culture and knowledge, not just in the middle east but all over the world. The Nazi’s book burnings. Pol Pot’s decapitation of Buddhist statues. These are not acts of one country invading another – the desecration is self-inflicted. It is so, so sad.
We believe certain things are sacred, that they will be kept and preserved for the good of the human race even when we war against each other. It is a terrible truth that nothing is sacred, especially when it can be used to incite further fear and hatred.
Caught in first world issues
We so rarely glimpse outside.
Blind to the harsh world.
There are so many instances when the world has been outraged about some calamity and then forgotten about it the very next week. We prefer to forget – it is easier than remembering just how terrible the world is, and how terrible we ‘humans’ can be. But we must keep our eyes open so we know how lucky we are and remember to show kindness to everyone. You never know what they’ve been through.
Thanks again to Ronovan for the weekly haiku prompt.
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