Words they do… – a poem

Word, the most violent and deadly of devices.

Some cause hurt will some bring sacrifices.

This singular blade of patronization

may bring hope or one’s death causation.

My breath is shallow    get off of me,

those are words below a bended knee.

They are screamed, shouted     cried in mass,

no wonder the chants have turned to “You can kiss my ass.”

Young man, lying cuffed     down on the ground,

pleas of “sorry”, “I’m good”, authorities stand around.

He’s sick and vomiting from fear    confused,

all the man asked is, “What drugs have you used?”

One word can turn belief from one to the other.

The right takedown   then a lineal belief of a brother.

Words, they do good    they do harm    they kill    they agree.

What does the future hold for this land of the free?

 
 
 
 
“One cannot change history, but can create the future.” – Ronovan Hester
 

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Hammers have no Power – a poem

One cannot erase the least of the past,
the memories remain, now, even more, held fast.
It can’t be torn down with a hundred thousand blows.
But unity, voice, and pen have power to transpose.
Not having lost the what, where and were,
one has the knowledge to create the future.
 
 
“One cannot change history, but can create the future.”
 

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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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the earth burns – a haiku poem

winds of change begin

from east to west and beyond,

earth’s face turns and  burns
 
 

A Haiku for my challenge this week: Change & Face.

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change facer – a haiku poem

to face the nation

each one of us must reflect

our reason to change

 
 

A Haiku for my challenge this week: Change & Face.

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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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THE DC MEN- A Décima Poem

The DC Men

‘The powers that be’ say stay calm,

and wait till a little later.

But now’s the time that is greater.

Keep 119:60 a just Psalm,

carried out in your righteous palm.

Look at that divinely sent ten.

Are they kept bye those DC men?

If only they’d done as they should

we would be saying ‘all is good’,

But now….off to the lion’s den.

 

 

I used LATER as a Synonym for NEXT. I didn’t like the first poem I put out.

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

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My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 9 NEXT. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

 

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Bedrock – A Tanka poem.

when breaking down walls

passion’s a key to success

when breaking glass ceilings

never aim up for the roof

but down to diseased bedrock

 

***Fight Through It Not To It!***

A Tanka related to the Haiku Challenge of Break and Glass this week.

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

 

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‘The Future’ a Haibun

I am looking to the future and am staying positive we will be a better place. There are many outcomes, but with a continued and determined effort the goal is in reach and the winning score is taken. Continued effort. Continued education of the masses, and not only for the Whites. Continued inspection of all contributions to racism and the influences ever how nuanced they are. I stay not hopeful, but positive that it will happen.

the future is bright

after the dark times have past

we all overcome

 

This is related Haibun to the NEXT Décima Poem Challenge that will Be out tomorrow.

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

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‘Torch Memory’ a Poem

It was a dark night back in that early May.

Orange light lit up the windows bright like the day.

Peeking through the curtains late that night,

there before my eyes was a truly evil sight.

My kin and his friend tied to the massive schoolyard tree.

I did not know then who these masked men might be.

White hoods and robes, with burning torches, glowed.

They slashed them both until arms heavy slowed.

No more energy did they have for more blows.

Both white and Black bloodied skin and clothes.

Released from the ropes, they both fell to earth.

White robes kicking what they thought of their worth.

The kin stayed hidden for weeks till fine.

Then he and his Black friend hung out by the schoolyard sign.

Being friends with another color back in 75,

was not the best idea if you wanted to stay alive.

As a teen in the South, you live your own mind.

And to most, there’s only one kind.

 

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An autobiographical poem. I don’t mean to take on the Black Lives Matter as if it were something that has happened to me. This experience is what imprinted me what hatred and evil does and how wrong it is to look at or treat anyone different than another person. That’s why I shared this.

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

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‘the illusion’ a Haiku

like undulant glass

history’s parity myth

fractures with pressure

 

 

A Haiku for my challenge this week: Break & Glass.

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

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Decima Poetry Challenge

Please visit Clarence’s Blog and click like there.

See Clarence’s first-ever Décima Poem. He did an incredible job. But then again, he’s been writing poetry for years., and that’s just from my personal knowledge of his participating in the Haiku Challenge. A wonderful, creative curmudgeon you just can’t help but like.

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Fire

Late after dark city started burning
Unknown looters were running around
The people carried angry fire downtown
Hands up the crowds disappointment is churning.

Equal treatment is what they are yearning.
For too long resentment has been on hold!
For too long our stories been untold,
By men who have held power and great means.
Fire set in cities, the torch burns and cleans,
Fire burned injustice it’s our day, behold!

                                                               ©2020 cj holm

This is my first attempt at Decima Poetry. The rhyming pattern of abbaaccddc. Ronovan’s challenge was to use “Fire” in the “a” spot of the pattern. I cheated and used Fire as a topic. Decima poetry is brand new to me even though it is centuries old. (Sometimes it’s good to force a Swedish/German to learn new things.   Thank you Ronovan for the stretch!

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It’s simple.

To My Fellow White Americans,

To the confused, the scared, the misinformed, and the intentionally ignorant, the purpose of the African Americans protesting, is simple. They are not wanting to take over America, take your jobs, your neighborhoods, or your place in society. They want to stand side by side as equals. They want to be treated as the citizens they are. They want to be treated as good as tourists from other countries are treated.

You want to say there are violent people on TV every day on the news that validate the need for harsh policing. You want to say they have the same chance to climb up and out of whatever situation they are born in to as we are.

How can someone pull out of a place when they aren’t given the rungs of the ladder, or better yet, when they don’t have a foundation to put the ladder on in the first place?

This is not a lie. Facts are facts. I’ve worked in the system. Even in good school systems I’ve seen children falling short, not always because of the school, but because of their lives at home. Their lives at home? Lives that are the way they are due to lack of good jobs due to either education, or the perceived lack of African American’s ability to handle certain jobs.

Systemic? Yes. We may not realize it, but it is there if you start reverse engineering it. If you do not see it, then you are blind or do not have life’s engineering degree.

 

Ronovan

Writing from Georgia, the Deep South.

Some recent poetry related to Black Lives Matter: or click here for the category for all of them to scroll through.

Still Not Satisfied

Onward ever Onward

The Darker the Skin

The Illusion

The Future

Bedrock

The DC Men

 

The darker the skin…

The darker the skin,
the darker the chance.

The darker the chance,
the darker the future.

The darker the future,
the darker the life.

The darker the life,
the darker the death.

 

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

 

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Still Not Satisfied

Inspired by I Have A Dream by Martin Luther King Jr.

Still Not Satisfied

A man once said he had a dream.
For this nation falters in stride,
every man resistant by pride.
A man held in so high esteem,
his end caused the earth to scream.
His beliefs inspire those denied,
judged by the color of their hide.
The waters still have not rolled free,
while the stream is far from mighty.
And still, he is not satisfied.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 7 DREAM. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

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

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Some recent poetry:

The Darker the Skin

Onward ever Onward

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Us or Them? Who polices Hate Speech?

“Nadine Strossen, the former president of the ACLU, argues that censorship does more harm than good—especially when it comes to social media platforms. In an interview filmed at the 2018 Aspen Ideas Festival in June, Strossen explains that hate speech is not a recognized legal concept in the United States. “That said,” she continues, “speech that conveys a hateful message—along with speech that conveys any message—may, in a particular context, be punished if it directly causes specific imminent, serious harm.” Strossen goes on to demarcate the difference between free speech and hate speech. Ultimately, she makes a case for leaving the conversation about hate speech to citizens rather than government entities or privately-owned social media platforms.”