Decima Poetry

Plots and Plans – A poem.

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Plots and Plans

Never a day goes by it seems,
without dreams flourishing anew.
Thoughts dripping from the pen like dew,
words shared to tell our secret schemes.

By dark caverns, stars, and moon streams,
plots race from front cover to back.
Will Jill win or will it be Jack?
Could it be the vicious villain,
who finally gets a kill in?
Show don’t tell, till all fades to black.

How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 58 (BLACK).

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Atlanta on Fire – A poem.

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Atlanta on Fire

One week a tale of justice told,
seven days on… the system slips.
Naught resolved, bound for quips and snips.
For there’s nothing that’s better gold,
than slips for the cycle to hold.
The din will last a day or two,
threatening all those wearing the blue.
I understand the anger shown.
A foe’s escape cuts to the bone.
Give the boss an ‘I Failed’ tattoo.

How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 56 (GOLD).

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Hail the King – A poem.

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Hail the King

The king… found to be innocent.
Not one shred of evidence found.
The poor man mocked into the ground.
His death by greed, no accident.
The man besieged begins descent,
no sleep, no love, no calls he’s true,
but rather of he’s down, he’s through.
Forced to flee to distant lands,
led to death by charlatan hands.
Too late justice , what does it do?

How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 55 (GROUND).

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Pacing to Victory – A poem.

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Pacing to Victory

Branches formed millennia past,
meant to divide but not in hate,
simply to stay a bloated fate.
Ignorance cause the blind to last.

Forging a road won’t be done fast,
not by force of arms, your lost face,
revenge ending in a lost chase.
Change comes through thought, grit, and patience,
not from those without commonsense.
This is no sprint… but a mixed race.

How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 53 (CHASE).

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Humanity’s Awakening – A poem.

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Humanity’s Awakening

The state of things have human cause:
air that brings to us labored breath,
disease that brings us grievous death,
and famine from selfish jaws

To save ourselves we’re forced by laws:
learning to live in simpler ways,
ignoring the latest day’s craze.
Common sense needs to take control,
the mind of each comfortable soul,
and heed nature’s warnings always.

 

 

Desertification Causes Starvation and Deaths in Africa

desertification

How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 51 (CAUSE).

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Spring Breaks the Heart – A poem.

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Spring Breaks the Heart

Swing and sway in the winds of change,
keep in time to heart’s imminent fray.
The air filled with spring’s sweet bouquet,
and love’s last fling a brief exchange.

These deep chest aches are not so strange,
nor daily sights of pain’s relief,
stealing the heart just as a thief.
Once more enter the fool’s cold dance,
wrapped in a mask of true romance.
Your guess this time of just how brief? 

How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 50 (DANCE).

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Chaotic Thoughts of Freedom – A poem.

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Chaotic Thoughts of Freedom
Land of the living and the free,
with lips ziptied locked left and right?
Meanings formed in their own light’s sight.
Is this the home of liberty,
thoughts less of man than a bent knee?
We pick and choose the laws we like,
To hell with the rest, kill it… strike.
People’s tongues are tied up in k n o ts.
The First no longer calls the shots?
The US dies by high heeled spike.

 

How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 46 (K N O T).

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Media Gold – A poem.

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Media Gold
Innocent but cast a villain
calls for resolve, and nerves of steal.
Make plans to bring truth to the deal,
slaying lies like penicillin,
or St Valentine’s Day killin’.
A hit piece out picking cherries,
below the belt bruising berries.
Once a favorite of the trigger,
now clickbait for the gravedigger.
And the massed mind swings and varies.

 

How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 44 (STEAL).

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NEVER GIVE UP – A poem.

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NEVER GIVE UP

This simple man waits in worry,
through mind-fields of love notes not wrote,
in lakes of heartache where hopes float,
and life hangs back in a hurry.
Watching signs till eyes are blurry.
Each one reads to yield or to stop.
Time’s winning as grains of sand drop,
but dreams continue on with care.
I’ll keep loving this crone so rare,
and breathing till I reach her stop.

How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 42 CARE.

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The World Watches – A poem.

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The World Watches

Daily we are given contrast
of what is true and what is thought.
Fools run amok with lies they’ve bought,
leading to the flag at half-mast.

Thank the Lord the role’s been recast.
But the mad serpent still has fangs,
venom seeps into disturbed veins.
Infected minds storm hallowed halls,
seeking truth with traitorous calls.
Strife will never remove these stains.

 

How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 39 CONTRAST.

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The Final Countdown – A poem.

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The Final Countdown

Unity lost to the loppers,
by bottomfeeding dunderheads.
Proof each family tree under-weds,
and brain cells… hippity hoppers.

For the greediest of goppers,
choose to put selfish gain forward.
They hope to feed the frenzied horde.
The two sides come to one last clash.
So they bing they bang and they bash,
and the tally… remains the same.

 

How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 38 BASH.

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…THE WISE – A poem.

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…THE WISE

They believe the Old are obsolete.
They burn bridges and widen rifts.
Not grasping with wisdom comes gifts,
and balance makes a base concrete.
Two can get twice done in one beat.
Walk the halls with something to add,
setting the futures launching pad.
But as the recent past tells us,
none listens enough to discuss.
Hope falls before a power-grab.

 

A companion poem to my haiku THE FOOLISH… for the Haiku Challenge this week of MAD and Sane.

How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 36 GIFT.

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Do they know… – A poem.

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Do they know…

Ever closer ticktocks the clock,
nearing the minute, the hour,
of the day some think sweet, some sour.
All wait to glimpse the holy frock.

Tots faking sleep wait for the knock,
be it on the roof or the door,
as long as they get more, more, more.
Don’t fret to wrap in bows or twine,
cause all you’ll hear is mine, mine, mine.
Don’t they know why the day is for?

 

How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 35 KNOCK.

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Our Youth Need – A poem.

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Our Youth Need…

The young have not been so lucky,
their world defined by death and rage,
We had freedom, they have a cage,
locked up safe from the dying spree.

The fool and wisdom disagree,
on how to save democracy.
Our youth drown in hypocrisy,
as blue label fights red label.
They need foundations firm…stable,
with no games of bureaucracy.

I wrote this poem in part because of my son. A couple of months ago he came in contact with a classmate who had Covid-19. That of course meant he had to be quarantined. We all wore masks…because he’s a 16-year-old boy who forgets what meal of the day he’s eating. Meaning there was no way we were trusting him to wear a mask all the time. Things at school went downhill from there, well not all downhill, but a class here or there. He had to do remote learning and some teachers didn’t know how to use the equipment very well, and you can’t really learn Chemistry all that well from what is basically a skype call.

One teacher is a bit of a difficult one, and the boy has been stressed more than we realized. He was out two days sick, not from anything, just mentally psyched out and throwing up for two days. It turns out he has the hardest class schedule in his entire school, and it’s a college prep school. Imagine having 1 AP class, meaning a college credit class, the hardest class in the school, 3 Honors classes, and the rest College Prep classes except for Band where he’s an officer and section leader.

What we didn’t know was that while he was quarantined he was constantly worried he might end up with something that could potentially kill him. That on top of trying to keep up with two weeks of classwork and tests.

Anyway, that’s where we are. Just trying to get to winter break and a clean slate begins. We just hope his current slate isn’t a shattered mess. For a boy who has been identified as gifted, and identified as a Duke Tip student, and been in the national junior honor society and now Beta Club, this has been a huge blow for him.

How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

Whether you enjoyed my poem or not, please click the link below to head to this week’s challenge page and visit some of the loyal in the comments who keep coming back to write using this style of poetry that is so accomodating to different ideas and more difficult than you may think to write. And it’s a great feeling to know you’re writing in a style created hundreds of years ago in Spain.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 34 STABLE.

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Only One Mutton – A poem.

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Only One Mutton

My mind is a turbine of plots,

to the point, it is hard to sleep.

I count blessings, instead of sheep,

But Shaun slays them, with dreaded baaaahhhhhts.
They return, Shaun must lance alots,

or be he served to a glutton,

for he’s nothin’…but mutton,

Fear not, Lamb Chop comes unafraid,

wielding her magic sheering blade.

She shouts, “There can be only one.”

 

I bet you never thought stop animation and sock puppets could star in a slasher story, huh?

Some explaining to do, for those young folk out there. This didn’t start out as a pop culture, walk down memory lane thing, but with my first line and the word sleep as the prompt? It got away from me. I put links in for the various things that people might need a reference to. Another link is for Shari Lewis. You can watch Highlander: The Movie in the US  here, on Tubitv.com for free with ads. Or here on Vudu.com for free with ads. It’s one of my favorites. I use both sites regularly. They are safe. No problems. You just set up a free account. Vudu used to be attached to Walmart.

How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

Whether you enjoyed my poem or not, please click the link below to head to this week’s challenge page and visit some of the loyal in the comments who keep coming back to write using this style of poetry that is so accomodating to different ideas and more difficult than you may think to write. And it’s a great feeling to know you’re writing in a style created hundreds of years ago in Spain.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 32 SLEEP.

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So Long Farewell – A poem.

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So Long Farewell

Loosen your hold, oh greedy one.

So long to DayGlo, tanning buns.

Secret Service, and Big Mac runs.

There’s no prayin’, will help you none.

Your time is over, MelMel’s done.

Wave to Joe Joe, Kamala too.

We chose them, just to say screw you.

Troops ain’t with you, so no kook coup.

All your lawyers are scared to sue.

Lock your bank tight…Mel’s bout to shrew.

This may be my last overtly political poem for a while, at least I’m going to try refrain. Although I will likely make them as open to interpretation as possible. I’m a bit tired of it all. There are other aspects of life that are worth exploring and self-therapizing about.

May the poetry gods and saints forgive me. This is what I get for listening to a catchy upbeat poppy Taylor Swift hook right before writing this. Yes, I’m a Swifty. And if you are too or even if not, you need to listen to her latest surprise album Folklore. Not an overly pop thing. Real laid back. Done during the pandemic. Wasn’t even supposed to be an album out.

Whether you enjoyed my poem or not, please click the link below to head to this week’s challenge page and visit some of the loyal in the comments who keep coming back to write using this style of poetry that is so accomodating to different ideas and more difficult than you may think to write. And it’s a great feeling to know you’re writing in a style created hundreds of years ago in Spain.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 31 ONE.

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Right Practiced- A poem.

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Right Practiced

The tension we feel is not good,
neither is it bad or evil.
It’s sane in times of upheaval,
when dreaming of what could or should.

Once deflating we know we stood,
now, meditating on the scale.
We played our part, we did it well,
braved to choose, whether right or err.
Down to the wire, a closing scare,
gasping for breath, breathe deep, exhale.

 

Whether you enjoyed my poem or not, please click the link below to head to this week’s challenge page and visit some of the loyal who keep coming back to write using this style of poetry that is so accomodating to different ideas and more difficult than you may think to write. And it’s a great feeling to know you’re writing in a style created hundreds of years ago in Spain.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 30 EXHALE.

the word poetry in black on white background

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Long Gone – A poem.

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Long Gone

I loved those days, him in his swing,

and those when he giggled to swim.

Hopes to play in the big boy gym,

or watch Pooh and Pig’et and sing.

 

Now I see him sinking, drowning,

‘neath pressure not meant his to be.

I reach out to lift the weight free,

receiving rebukes for my care.

Being told it’s not my affair,

just a father in name only.

 

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 26 SWING.

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Mad Mad…what was I talking about again? A poem.

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Today, Tuesday, October 6th, is Mad Hatter Day, so get your imbecilic nonsense on. I know I did.

Mad Mad…what was I talking about again?

I’m neither here nor there but yonder
smudging the windows of your pains.
Did you know I’ve been seen in seines,
while you stink of Salamander?

Have I seen a girl, much blonder,
than that tailored swift one just there?
Such a question is plain not fair,
I’ll be the hook of her next trill.
But she’ll not catch me standing still
for I’ll pull out my Joyn Mayair.

What was I talking about again poetry image Mad Hatter.

 

You might have a bit of fun figuring out some of the words and how they’re used in the story of the poem. Some happened by accident when I read back through. And with a little word change here and there, it jelled. I even ventured into the Lord of the Rings stories, but fortunately thought better.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 25 STILL.

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Someday – a poem.

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Someday

I had the plan, so close to shore,

then with one word, it all shattered.

That just proved I never mattered,

that I wasn’t wanted anymore.

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It will come, that day we yearn for,

the one we share in our night dreams.

Remember our night of moonbeams,

when the air went quiet and still?

Love so large, the stars could not fill,

yet, I must wait, through muffled screams.

 

 

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 25 STILL. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

Poetry Lost Mind Image

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