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?

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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.