Only One Mutton – A poem.

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.

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.

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.

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Long Gone – A poem.

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.

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.

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.

~

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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NO! – a poem.

NO!

 

As the end wept upon the land,

we could hear the approaching fall.

Justice answered the trumpet’s call,

trusting the fight to her troop’s hand.

 

Fate trembles with haste to expand,

through misdeeds by her shameless foe.

Past foolish decisions now crow,

“Wait—no—this was not meant to be.”

They beg the nation, “Hear our plea.

Heal honor, shout, no…no… NO!”

 

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 23 FALL. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

Poetry Lost Mind Image

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But Never the Biebs- a poem.

But Never the Biebs

Do you think you’re out of your class?

Does your breath bring weeping to eyes?

No matter how small all hope dies?

All things come but they also pass.

 

Don’t fret, you can be in disguise.

Like Hugh Jackman…maybe Brad Pitt?

Or as low as a Tay Tay Brit?

I guess I’ll give you just one tip

You may fall far but don’t dream slip.

Failure is when you choose to quit.

 

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 21 TIP.

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Ew Gross or A Stalker Gawk Cur- a poem.

Ew, Gross

or

A Stalker Gawk Cur

A Taco Bell date got you cussed.

That former flame turned out her light

when your wallet became too tight.

Your love life has turned into dust,

and now Friday nights are a bust.

Your face is a lunatic smile

while stalking her twitter profile.

Dude, that brain of lust should be trussed.

 

 

Not good at all, but I needed to write. So, I did.

 

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 20 SMILE. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

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A Boy’s Folly – a poem.

A Boy’s Folly

It’s that happy time of the day

When crickets crick and froggies frog

And pirates sing after their grog

On paradise beach huge waves spray.

Then from the dunes comes a girl’s, “HEY!”

Up pops a boy not beyond eight,

Running from a fine lass’ fast gait.

She wasn’t happy not at all.

Her top parts hid by a beach ball.

When Sis nabs him, he won’t see straight.

 

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 18 STAY. here on Ronovan Writes.

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To Have Love – a poem.

To Have Love

With the last sun’s set, I now know,

through passion and prayer, I willed,

my mind, my heart, my soul be filled

with your love, bright like the sun’s glow.

Now the light in my world will grow.

Each moment is like a new day,

with a brand new story to say.

For inspiration to be wise,

being given the finest prize,

I’ll pen for you a rondelet*.

 

 

*coming Thursday.

The Love 2020 Series

Volume One: To Know LoveShi Rensa Haiku

Volume Two: To Have Love –  Décima

Volume Three: My Love Always – Rondelet poem (Link is active at 08:00 EDT, Thursday, 08/06/2020)

Vbe considered Part 2 of my  To Know Love written for my Haiku Challenge (Eye&Light). Both are standalone poems, but I continued the Shi Rensa message/story with today’s Décima.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 17 PRIZE. (A Newish Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

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Now Democracy – a poem.

Now Democracy

Life is a spec of illusion

in this moment of history,

in this hour for empathy,

we are ripe with no delusion.

 

To  gain victory’s conclusion

into the storm’s eye, we must go,

against the rage-fueled inferno.

With spirit of a promised land,

and power of the strong right hand,

freedom fires in our hearts shall grow.

 

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 16 GROW. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

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To Peace and Pride- a poem.

To Peace and Pride

Souls seek to make right the wrong,

by the resetting of the mind,

and the relearning to be kind…

the steps of healing… will be strong.

 

The path of progress will be long,

first highs then lows to overcome,

by strength, by faith we’ll succumb.

With the liberties of this land,

equally in each person’s hand…

peace and pride… will finally come.

 

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 15 KIND. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

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Doomed Duck- a poem.

It feels like this brain’s been interred,

for I can’t seem to get inspired.

My genius has expired, it’s tired.

Oops, did Daffy just gird his bird?

 

Aargh, this confounded absurd word.

I’m just too stubborn to admit,

I should’ve ducked, I should’ve quit.

This head up here is Grade…A…Prime.

I never have grief with a rhyme.

It’s done, never shook, not one bit.

 

 

 

One week I do an alliteration Décima. Now this week, this catastrophe. Next week I’ll write one on Sunday before everyone else writes the good ones. I like to be original. Even if it is originally bad. (Maybe I’ll write the Décima first, then pick the challenge word. Yeah, that”s the ticket.)

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 14 BIRD. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

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Suppressed Youth – a poem in plain English… sort of.

This is what the alliteration masterpiece of yesterday meant, in almost plain English.

 

Good old boys with their good old ways,

influence minds newer of thought,

who know what voters want and sought.

Life long hand shakers give crass gaze,

causing new hopes dashed in a haze.

The old guard’s ways stay close and true.

Their weak platform made young minds spew.

Leaders are out of touch with time,

while hard-fought wins are in their prime.

Toady Congress brought want for new.

 

 

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 12 TRUE. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

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Suppressed Youth – a poem.

Daily dancing dalliance,

invades innocent intentions,

in insightful interventions.

Stately statesmen stage stalwart stance,

choking challengers’ cheerful chance.

Tragic traditions translate true.

Flawed floor flaunted… fledgling flames flew.

Strictly strait strategy stride’s strange.

Chad champions chiming–choose change.

Crap Congress crafted crowds craved crew.

 

 

I am never trying this again. Well, at least not for another week…or three.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 12 TRUE. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

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Untitled 1 – a poem.

It’s time we disconnect the net.

Be calm, take breaths then weave and wind

on the path, to a refreshed mind.

Step back, work your alphabet,

and make a feel-good novelette.

Or it could be about a cause,

with depth, to make a genius pause.

Maybe write a steamy romance.

One to make your mom look askance.

Be creative and bring applause.

 

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 11 WIND. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

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The End of a Line – A Décima Poem

The End of a Line

Enshrine their, her, and his story.

While they bathed the ages in lye.

one still in iron, one a tie,

one a boss, one inventory.

One has choice, one mandatory.

One in front, the other the back.

The line starts here and ends in black.

The future is rising, grab that ring.

Make lady justice’s scale swing.

No slowing down, stay the attack.

 

HERE is some of my recent poetry related to Black Lives Matter to scroll through.

 

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 11 STORY. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

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A Racist Confessed – A Décima Poem

A Racist Confessed

I confess that I’m a racist.

Looking away from bigotry.

Angry at one man’s bended knee.

Knowing that blue on black exists.

Hoping proof shows the black resists.

Loving the colors of all skin?

Bet on who I’ll blame the break-in.

Time all these lies become past tense.

Pray man comes to a common sense.

Confess we’ve held down our own kin

 

This Décima was inspired by this week’s Décima by Vocabularical (Is that not the best name for a wordsmith?)-  Décima Challenge: Sense. That’s the name of his entry post. Click it and you will not be disappointed. I reblogged it here on my blog, but he deserves to have it read where it lives. Please do go and read it. It will hit some of you right between the eyes.

 

HERE is some of my recent poetry related to Black Lives Matter to scroll through.

 

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 10 SENSE. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

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A Poem of Challenges…

a voice from on high

raining down over blind hearts

 the shared truth triumphs

 

The mind plus the heart makes for change.

A whisper of placation will do,

as will just praying from your pew.

Groupthink who buys that…will derange.

Those aware are bound to outrange.

Fools who hate, fear, and deny,

why degenerate, prove your why?

He’s in his fortress, while you fight?

Him or the blood, you know which’s right.

For him, no grace, a nation’s cry.

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for my Haiku Challenge this week: Share & Voice, and my Décima Poetry Challenge No. 10 SENSE. and Pensitivity’s Three Things Challeng #270 Grace, Fortress, and Whisper.

 

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