Payback: a Décima Poem.

My entry for this weeks Décima Poetry Challenge No.4 ITCH. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

I like to do these with the, what I call art, images I do, but this week I had to do a Book Review for my LitWorldInterviews site and I just got too tired. Thus, we have only the text.

 

Payback

You took time, with a deadeye aim,

because you saw me scratch an itch,

this wound to my head needs a stitch.

Feel so bad, don’t know my own name.

Not hiding, because there’s no shame.

Get ready for when I get healed,

for your ending will be revealed.

It’s too late when you hear the crack.

That’s when it’s time for some payback.

Then I’ll be carried far afield.

 

 

© 2020 Ronovan Hester Copyright reserved. The author asserts his moral and legal rights over this work.

Mad Delight, a Décima Poem.

My entry for this weeks Décima Poetry Challenge No.3 MAD. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

 

Mad Delight

Never attempt a style this mad,
you’ll undoubtedly go insane.
Then you split wide open a vein,
making so sad, your new comrade.

I’d surely be labeled a cad,
not to mention the sheer delight,
of enjoying the chance to write,
a new form of aged expression,
to let out some dark confession.
Now, imaginations…take flight!

Mad Delight Poem Image mad hatter

 

© 2020 Ronovan Hester Copyright reserved. The author asserts his moral and legal rights over this work.

Democracy a Décima Poem.

My entry for this weeks Décima Poetry Challenge No.2 Hope. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

 

Democracy

He may be huge, but he has no hope,
in the upcoming election,
there’ll be a massive rejection.
Stinks so bad…he’ll need soap to cope.

Then…we will have no need to mope.
Finally, a country set free,
of frauds thinking just for TV.
From spiteful eyes with pundit ties,
and screeching highs of dabblers’ cries.
And in the end, might we agree?

Democracy Decima Poem Image

 

© 2020 Ronovan Hester Copyright reserved. The author asserts his moral and legal rights over this work.

Sweet Dreams a Décima Poem.

My entry for this weeks Décima Poetry Challenge No.1 Lake. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

 

Sweet Dreams

To sink into a fiery lake.
Once felt, would not be named a sin.
If it were, I’d do it again.
Our fire couldn’t be a mistake.

Their fear of the snake, such a fake.
Hide in the dark with their wet dreams,
fearing their truth’s not what it seems.
I know what I want, there’s no catch,
Cause there’ll never be another match.
I can’t help but scream in my dreams.

© 2020 Ronovan Hester Copyright reserved. The author asserts his moral and legal rights over this work.