Split Decision

Squat - Split Pants

He wore his shorts tight
And thought it very sexy
Till they split in two

                                 -Clarence Holm

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 175 Short / Sexy

Prompt words: Short and Sexy
Haiku in 5-7-5

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2017/11/13/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-175-shortsexy/

Bound Together

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Attic love letters
Contain memories we’ve shared
Tied with a ribbon

                       -Clarence Holm

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge 11-7-17 autumn / leaves
Per Colleen’s November challenge, I chose attic and letters as my replacements
(Haiku 5-7-5)

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https://colleenchesebro.com/2017/10/31/colleens-weekly-poetry-tuesday-challenge-recap-a-month-of-november-poetry-prompts/

I’ve Found

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A Bud Light tastes smooth
Even on cool winter day
Though cold in my hand

                                      -Clarence Holm

 

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 174 Smooth / Hand

Prompt words: Smooth and Hand
Haiku in 5-7-5

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2017/11/06/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-174-smoothhand/

My Masters

The Cats – Charles, Peter and Tapioca

I am an inanimate object;
My three spoiled cats have told me,
I’m just a thump in a well-traveled route,
Between their water, fresh food, and smelly sandboxes.

They expect me to know their special needs,
They prefer houseplants to dry crunchy kibbles and bits.
But whatever they eat, they cough and they spit
Messy hairballs on my dining room carpet.

At night when I lay in my warm cozy bed
Scampering claws dig into my flesh.
They scream and hiss in purr delight
Then quietly settle wherever they wish.

It seems like so many years ago,
When my daughters selected cute bundles of fur.
They promised us they’d alwys take care,
Now they’ve fledged and left them behind.

Nine lives is a long, long time,
About nineteen years, my vet has advised us.
But still I would protest if someone took them from the nest,
I’d miss my lords and my fur masters.

               -Clarence Holm, Servant of the House

In A Twinkling

Peril

Words & Image ©2017 Clarence Holm

Peril approaches
Precious daylight enters shade
-Worry is at hand

                                 -Clarence Holm
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge 10-31-17 Fright / Night
Per Colleen’s November challenge, I chose worry and shade as my synonyms for fright and night
(Haiku 5-7-5)

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https://colleenchesebro.com/2017/10/31/colleens-weekly-poetry-tuesday-challenge-recap-a-month-of-november-poetry-prompts/

Crossing Rubicon

Stalks

In somber reflection, I remembered parts of my life
When brash trumpets sounded chapters of strife.
Passions ignited, scorched conquests of grandeurs
Triumphant companions, some hitchhiking voyeurs
Success is a magnet for men seeking fame.

Tributes to rivals, felled by the way
Each sought bright glory, and then slipped in the fray.

In courtyards of conflict, serious injuries sustained
Measurements of manhood, enduring rivalries proclaimed.
Forces met in battle, steel wills on display
Single victories around me, desperate times yet to pay
Some matches ended, but other just begun.

Songs sung by warriors in the firelight
Chansons of conquests declared in the night.

Times filled with passion of a life gone by
Battles fought in anger, I rarely bothered why.
Friendships lost at life’s expense, simple conflict exposure.
I mourn the loss of time gone by, now I’ve time for closure
Lay me down with those that are gone, our battles are over.

                                                       -Clarence Holm