Rovingone• Show poetry

• Last seen 3 hours ago. Member since June 18, 2007.
• I'm a onyx dragon poet for 835 comments.
• My mood is Do it and get on with life..
• I am a man from Washington (United States)
• When I'm not writing, I'm A janitor in a school..
• I support the site as a gold member
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• I am in the groups Fantasy rp, In All This Chaos We Found Safety, PinUp Doll Disasters, Warriors of RPing
• I have 835 comments, 3 contests

My Poetry

• Just an Organ Grinder's Monkey

  I'm just a sad little monkey, on a leash, all day.
  Wishing I wasn't stuck on a chain this way.

  19 lines, 2 comments, July 5
• Out in the cold

  It all seemed so innocent, the night we met.
  Just one of those things we'd both soon forget.

  33 lines, 2 comments, July 4. In Contest, Angst, Sad Thoughts
• The Hitchin' post blues

  It happened one day on the boulevard,
  All day long I'd been playin' hard.

  6 lines, 3 comments, July 4
• Empress of the North

  Away up north, where ice and snow, are stirred by chillin' gale,
  there, where the northern lights are shinin', folks all tell a tale,

  19 lines, 2 comments, July 4

My Stories

• Chapter 10 Mika, philosopher warrior from the Grass Sea

  Of all the warriors he’d met in the war, Mika was, by far, the most fascinating to Bjorn. Tall, slender, well muscled, lithe and quick, wi

  1972 lines, 1 comment, July 4. In 600-2000 words
• Their first encounter

  586 lines, June 30. In , Fiction, Romance, Young adult
• First Battles; chapter 9. Tales of Atoz

  1 / Along the rocks, the first battles had taken place. There where the pirates had so often landed to go out on their land raids, lancers

  1126 lines, 1 comment, June 27. In 600-2000 words, Fantasy

My other items

• Mika, philosopher warrior from the Grass Sea at storywrite
  Of all the warriors he’d met in the war, Mika was, by far, the most fascinating to Bjorn. Tall, slender, well muscled, lithe and quick, with long, sun bleached auburn gold hair, dusty blue eyes, deeply tanned body, with
• [ They had seen each other that morning. So what was different. They had seen each other every morning. She in the pale blue nursing assistant outfit. He in his blue uniform pants and shirt. Both of them worn symbols of night work in the city. He worked at storywrite
  They had seen each other that morning. So what was different. They had seen each other every morning. She in the pale blue nursing assistant outfit. He in his blue uniform pants and shirt. Both of them worn symbols of n
• First Battles; chapter 8. Tales of Atoz at storywrite
  1 / Along the rocks, the first battles had taken place. There where the pirates had so often landed to go out on their land raids, lancers swept up on three of the pirates ships sitting

Guestbook

• Susan John Francis on June 17
  Hi just thought that we can be friends . catch me on my hotmail address.susanfrancis19@hotmail.com of facebook.com .
  would like to here from you
  Cheers -susan
• Metaphorist on May 26
  Thank you so much for the favorite add
• Night Hope on May 21
  "I'm a romantic, where it is regarded as being a failing, except by a few young, still tender souls, who can see things others cannot."
  
  Hmmm...I don't find it to be a failing; I think it's a requirement. How can one truly become a Poet without regard for romance? Just an observation. I grew up between two brothers, so I earned the title the hard way. Welcome to AP, Rovingone...Thank you for your kind words. A Gift, then...These are links to some famous Poets you might enjoy...& the last ones are a travel link from National Geographic & an inspirational trailer from Duirwaigh Galleries with music, art & poetry...Be well, Poet... Wanda
  
  Dunbar
  
  http://www.web-books.com/Classics/Poetry/Anthology/Dunbar_PL/index.htm
  
  Lorca
  
  http://www.boppin.com/lorca/
  
  Dickinson
  
  http://www.poemhunter.com/emily-dickinson/
  
  Millay
  
  http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/m_r/millay/online_poems.htm
  
  Eluard, Neruda, Hernandez
  
  http://www.freenetpages.co.uk/hp/freeman/index.htm
  
  Bronte
  
  http://www.digital.library.upenn.edu/women/bronte/poems/poems.html
  
  Frost
  
  http://www.ketzle.com/frost/
  
  Keats
  
  http://englishhistory.net/keats/poetry.html
  
  Khayyam
  
  http://www.okonlife.com
  
  Tagore
  
  http://www.terebess.hu/english/tagore5.html
  
  Neruda
  
  http://www.poemhunter.com/pablo-neruda/poet-6638/
  
  Paz
  
  http://www.geocities.com/poesiamsigloxx/paz/paz2.html
  
  Gibran
  
  http://www.leb.net/gibran/works/prophet/prophet2.html
  
  National Geographic
  
  http://www.nationalgeographic.com/traveler/petra.html
  
  Duir Waigh Gallery ~ "Knock on the Duir" trailer
  
  http://www.duirwaighgallery.com/inspiration_trailer.htm
  
  
• Rovingone : What will you leave? on May 14
  Make a mark, that what we were told as children. Go out into the world and be something for history to record with awe and humility and others will remember you for.
  
  Then, I went out into the world and spent my days toiling in the thick of it. Like a rutted road, where the wheels would, at times, become so hopelessly mired, I went forward, slow but steady.
  
  Now, looking back, into the valley, where the storms still mill and murkey water still fills those ruts, I see little has been left for history. My legs are soar from the chase and my eyes are growing weak with straining in the semi darkness of a horizon that never came fully into view.
  
  I watch those storm clouds now, and the world is covered with a cold, heavy rain. Many others toil up those same steep, muddy slopes and I wonder if they will leave anything to history. Then, I turn back to the yoke and press on, not really knowing the reason I pull the plow but too conditioned to it to think anymore. What will I leave? Long from now, a scattering of dust that no one will ever know was once a man.