The World Watches – A poem.

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.

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.

…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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THE FOOLISH – a haiku a poem

THE FOOLISH

rabid with triumph

the legion lays waste to foes

scorning wise guidance

 

 

 

A companion poem for …THE WISE, a Décima poem for this week’s challenge.


How to Write a Haiku in English Form

A haiku for this week’s Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge.

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Décima Challenge 34 Poets Collected

12 Poets from last week’s challenge of STABLE and their Décimas. All links open in a new window when clicked on.

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Ritu Bhathal | But I Smile Anyway…:   Nativity


L | EASTELMHURST.A.GO.GO:   Winter And Spring


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Day Dream

This morning fog consumes the sky,
lustrous dreams swallowed in haze,
a portent of loss, an end of days,
a slow sweep slippage into nigh.

But I choose not to let time fly
beyond my grasp, outside my ken.
With every breath, I breathe life in,
achieve new ground, fresh, strong, stable,
extend my reach, my life’s fable.
my spirit, my mind, and my Zen.


Frank Hubeny | Poetry, Short Prose and Walking:   Décimas #1 Stable and #2 Truthful Hope    


Mindfills:   travels in the wild


MMA Storytime:  The Elite Squad


Dr. Crystal Grimes | Mystical Strings:    Self-deception


Ranting Along:  https://rantingalong.blog/2020/12/03/23837/


Arthur Richardson | Poems, Polemicks and Licks:  Tripping with the Magi Power Tower


Ronovan Writes:  Our Youth Need


The Tenth Zodiac:  Unfamous Heir


willowdot21:   Banished



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Our Youth Need – A poem.

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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brave your colors – a poem.

brave your colors

Separate roads spread, from shore to shore,

passing through towns, locked door after door.

Where once a neighborhood, or a community park,

now you will find are places filled with dark.

 

All shades, all hues, divide people from another,

but now they separate a sister from a brother.

Where once it was skin, and so it still is,

now it includes what politics is hers or his.

 

Red, blue, green, and more around the world.

In divisive times we must brave our flags unfurled.

 

No matter your age your religion or family,

in this great land, your thoughts are yours and they’re free.

What I fear most is we will fall to our enemy

where once there was democracy, there will be anarchy.

 

If you must battle through the generations,

fight right now for our nation’s foundations.

For tomorrow is not tomorrow, it’s in five, ten, or thirty years,

by standing up now the future will have fewer tears.

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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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a poem for the haiku challenge

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a call for healing

but by whose definition

will first steps be made

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My poem for this week’s Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge.

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the final bow – a poem

the final bow

the great hall grows cold,

no cheers or laughter abound,

for the fallen lead


My poem for this week’s Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge.


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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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Pray Good Sense – a Shi Rensa poem

Pray Good Sense

by

Ronovan

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gulf storms and sea swells

waves ravage innocent sands

calm beauty returns

*

calm beauty returns

at the final gust of breath

the ear knows silence

*

the ear knows silence

and the roaring void is hope

the listless will stir

*

the listless will stir

when empty truths are laid bare

pray good sense prevails

 

Pray Good Sense Shi Rensa poem on image.

 

 

My Shi Rensa for my Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge. https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/09/28/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-325-calm-storm/.

To learn more about my poetry form please click HERE.

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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)

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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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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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Forensic Goof- A Décima Poem

Forensic Goof

You thought your term was bulletproof.

Then there’re rumors of your sext text.

So what’re you going to do next.

You’re now a political goof,

turned into an SNL spoof.

But with a  big enough check.

you’ll save this runaway trainwreck.

The New York Times puts it in print,

On no, here comes the New Your Post.

Now you’re thinking of that almost.

That check you wrote… has your thumbprint.

 

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

I did around four other poems but they were too serious. I wanted something light and maybe a bit funny this week. So after two hours, a night of sleep, and another 30 minutes, you get that.

 

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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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All The Noise Gets In Our Way.

Dear Visitors and Friends,

What is to follow are my own opinions about the various organizations. I will try to avoid generalizations but if I do happen to clump people together, please know that I don’t believe that everyone under an umbrella name are the same.

I was wrong. It’s not often that anyone who puts something online returns later to say that. And even less when people who read the wrong information comes back to read the correction. However, that doesn’t mean one shouldn’t admit their wrong.

On November 17, 2016 I wrote that I had hope that Donald Trump would turn out to be ineffectual and to egotistical to do things that would make him so unpopular. I believed he wanted to be seen as having a better presidency than Obama. I guess he has his own ideas what that means. I’ll reiterate here that he was not my choice for president, and that I wrote that post to allay the fears of friends around the world.

I’ve been paying some attention to how people are trying to remove him from office and campaign against him. There are a lot of mistakes being made and I believe if the country as a collective would step back and take several deep breathes, it might discover most of us agree on many things, including voting out Trump.

What is getting in the way of our coming together, having a conversation, or recognizing there are agreements on many things? The noise.

There isn’t a majority or even a healthy smaller amount people causing the disruption, but the noisy ones are those the media loves to put on TV and social media spreads like a wildfire in the middle of a three-month drought. Two of the noise maker groups are the alt-right and antifa. These two entities inspire fear on both sides of the political line that then causes voters to vote against the party the group somewhat represents.

The interesting aspect of this is neither truly represents either side. They each have their own agendas. The alt-right stand for alternative right. They don’t agree with the right, the conservative or moderate Republicans. They want a separate white state and believe the only way for that to happen is for the US to cease to exist in its present form. They even take it one step further and have different what they refer to as races occupy different regions of the present-day US territory.

Let me take a moment to say that I don’t believe in separate races. We are the human race, with different physical and cultural characteristics. But the alt-right, the NSM (National Socialist Movement), Aryan Nation, or the KKK, among others, don’t see it that way, even though some claim to believe in the Bible. If they really did, they would remember there were only two people in the beginning.

The alt-right does not represent 99% of the conservatives in this country, just as I would think the antifa do not represent a huge majority of the liberals.

Here is an image from the documentary Alt-Right Age of Rage currently on Netflix showing how some divide up the far, extreme right.

Far right category image.I think the Nazi sign would include the KKK, the NSA and others that are extremists about race. And keep in min this is just a sorting by one source. Oddly if you were to watch the film, the founder of the alt-right would be a mixture of the lite and right.

I tried to find how the left side of the line looks at that far extreme but was unsuccessful. If anyone has a good chart, please put a link in the comments. It can include the right and left. Thanks in advance. If it’s good and credible, I’ll share it here and give credit as well.

Antifa means anti-fascists. The modern form of antifa and the NSM both have early roots in the punk music scene. While one side was screaming out and identifying with hatred and frustration with the world and what it was doing to them, or so they perceived, the other side was screaming about how people should unite against those who discriminate. One thing to know about antifa, they are not a united, organized group, but instead are multiple groups who unite through social media or emails to protest in certain cities at set times. One antifa group doesn’t represent another antifa group.

I think looking at the roots you can see how the extreme ends of the spectrum run high on emotions, not as in disturbed mentally, but are passionate about what it is they believe and are willing to show it, whether they are right or wrong. You pick your side, if you dare to pick one.

Me, I’m in the middle, almost dead center. I’ve learned over the course of following elections that I believe in things on the right of the moderate line and on the left of the moderate line. I personally believe if people were honest, they would say they same. No one party is completely right or wrong. Everyone talks about the right and left but there are other directions to take in politics.

Another problem is those heavily involved in politics vary on what they think of as extreme views. I think a lot of people can agree that alt-right and associated acts views are extreme, but on the left people start getting vague about wanting to call anyone out. And with the attacks people face from the extremes when they do express their views on either side that differ from those extremes and how they are spread on social media and sometimes end up on news programs, there isn’t even a chance for discussions.

Back to my point. With the focus on the noise the extremes are making no one is paying attention to the sensible, experienced people. The best people in government today are hiding in their offices because they are afraid of being labeled something that might cost them votes. This is one reason I am good with the idea of term limits. If you know your term is coming to an end, then you can step out and take chances and be bold for the people of your state and country. To do what is best for the people, not the party.

One of the many sad scenarios of the political world today is the most knowledgeable people about any given topic are rarely the ones being consulted or placed in charge of the issue. It’s the movers and shakers, the glad-handers, and butt kissers that claw to become a leader a committee rather than be an actual leader of their state or people.

The image above represents how the system really looks, or thereabouts. The country is in the middle strong and healthy. As you move further away from a united systems things begin to fade. And there is no simple right and left.

The divisiveness began back in the 1990s. The following is from Joe Biden’s eulogy at John McCain’s funeral. For those who do not know, Biden is a Democrat and McCain was a Republican and they were best friends since the 1970s. And yes, they were Dem and Rep even back then.

“We both would end our caucus, and coincidentally, we were approached by our caucus leaders with the same thing: ‘Joe, it doesn’t look good, you sitting next to John all the time,’ ” Biden said, as those in attendance laughed. “I swear to God. The same thing was said to John in your caucus. That’s when things began to change for the worse in America, in the Senate. That’s when it changed.”

I wonder if pro wrestling influenced the US political arena. In pro wrestling, back in the day, the good guys only talked to, ate with, or traveled with the good guys, and vice versa with the bad guys (baby faces and heels for the fans reading this). The idea was pro wrestling was real and feuds were real and went on even outside the arena. It was called kayfabe, a word used by wrestlers to warn others when outsiders would come around to get in to character.  Of course, most fans knew it was fake, but enjoyed the spectacle.

Politics has taken kayfabe to a new level. It has turned kayfabe into the real thing. New Senators and Representatives don’t realize there was a point you were meant to work together instead of fight. In pro wrestling the good guy and bad guy depended on each other to make sure they came out in the end safely and successfully gave the people what they wanted and needed.

Now politicians are the managers of their wrestlers, antifa for the left and the alt-right and associated acts for the right. The bad part is, they can’t manage them because the truth is, the far ends don’t really agree with the parties. Some of each end are the talkers, the mouth pieces of the ideologies, usually intelligent and articulate, but then you have the muscle. Some of antifa and the alt-right are willing to and like to fight. For the alt-right itself, it’s more the associated acts that fight. The NSM, the KKK, the neo-Nazis. But, the alt-right freely and seem to gladly unite with these groups during rallies.

I wonder if there will be a day when the governing system of the US will truly become a governing system as opposed to a power-seeking system. It’s doubtful. Whenever you have a group, there is very likely to be a leader and others who want to be that leader.

I wish there was someone with the organizational power to pull together millions of Americans to write actual letters and send them to Congress and perhaps the White House demanding certain things happen. Each letter demanding the same thing, concise, professional, without threats. Doesn’t matter the party, just that our Washington tax-paid employees do their jobs, grow spines, and tell the president no. Get things done despite him.

I better stop now, or I’ll ramble on forever and lose my way. I’ll spend another time discussing further about the noise and how it comes even from silence.

 

Respect and Love.,

Ronovan