Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 32: (SLEEP) in the B rhyme line.

Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.

If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or Décima Poem.

You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt .Ebb and Flow and Sleep.

The two challenges are separate but can be combined if we choose to do so.

Tides of Madness

The tides of madness ebb and flow
Restlessness only calmed by sleep.
The waking hours make me weep.
Dark seasons like days of shadow.
Seeds of darkling around me grow.
Fears inside me grow and recede.
Monsters use my terror as feed.
Madness has me held as captive.
Rise and fall, trapped, no more to give.
Madness eats my soul and I bleed

The above painting is work of Dorothea Tanning it is called The Madness of Doors.

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 201, #POET’SCHOICE

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY

This week on Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge it Poets Choice. It’s the first week of November and also a big week for America being the Trump and Biden Big Bash! So I have tied that in to my three Haiku, two that are 5/7/5 and one that is 3/5/3.

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November choices
For you in the land of the free
No choice do I see.

Image from Pixabay

Your choice counts
Vote now for freedom
It’s hopeless.

© willowdot21

Nature winding down
This harsh year almost spent
Good riddance to it.

Please Help Mary Smith.

Please read Mary’s post asking for help to protect the beautiful countryside where she lives in Scotland from being ruined by Scottish Power Energy Networks. Please send an email objecting to the proposed works.

MarySmith’sPlace #Giant pylons will ruin iconic landscape

From time to time on this blog I have shared some of the glorious countryside we have here in Dumfries & Galloway in South West Scotland.

Unfortunately, a huge area of this is now at risk of being ruined by Scottish Power Energy Networks (SPEN) which has put a planning application in to the Scottish Government to erect 118 giant pylons (up to 39 metres tall) from Glenlee, near New Galloway to Tongland in the south near Kirkcudbright.

Stroan Loch, courtesy PhilMcMenemy

The route goes over or close to iconic Galloway countryside including, the Queens Way (the road from New Galloway to Newton Stewart), Raiders Road, Stroan Loch and the Otter Pool. Laurieston Forest and the Kenick Burn will also be impacted, along with an avenue of beech trees by the burn’s picnic area. The route also goes over the C13 road from Laurieston to Gatehouse of Fleet, a road beloved by everyone – locals and visitors alike.

Continue reading at Mary Smith’s place.

Death of a planet

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Damn  you I see you all

Every action large  or small.

Why do you rape  and abuse  me

Tell me, when I give  you my all, for free?

I lay here at your feet bleeding and broken

Not one of you have listened to the words I’ve spoken.

You’ve been warned, cajoled and I have implored

You don’t listen or care. My warnings you ignore!

Dying, now I spew poison  that you have mined

You, you alone  have caused my death by that you are defined!

My skin is parched and burned, baron and scorched  am I

No animals move, my seas and lakes empty no birds left in my sky.

I weep but my tears just turn to steam  no relief

You have watched  me suffer yet you have just added to my  grief.

I am fading fast, there is nowhere to go. I am a shadow of myself

As pale as you brother moon , as dead too because of their greed for my wealth.

Dead am I

Why did you not try

Your wars and greed

And now in death I bleed.

The painting above is from

I wrote this is twenty fourteen, we have learned nothing .

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 28 (FATE) This week, it’s the B rhyme line.

Ronovan our host chose the word FATE this week.

You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (DUST & Weed). and FATE.

The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so.

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Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.

If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or Décima Poem.

I have combined my Haiku from Monday with the décima so my words to use are Dust, Weed and Fate.

The Awakening.

Image from Pixabay

Who ever said that you own me
This worm has learned it’s not too late.
To change my life, no slave to fate.
You do not own me I am free
I am no more your property
Nevermore dust under your feet
Nor a weed for you to defeat.
No more am I your blank canvas
Cut and scraped for you to distress.
At last I’ve woken, up you see.

Part of Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 27 (BLISS) This week, it’s the A rhyme line.

This week Rononavan chose the word BLISS as our Décima prompt.

You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (DRIP & DROP). and BLISS.

The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so.

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Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.

If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or Décima Poem.

I have combined my Haiku with my Décima again this week.

BLISS IS A QUIET TAP!

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For that drip to stop would be bliss.
The constant drop of water hurts.
Drip drop,drip drop, it comes in spurts.
So tired from all the sleep I miss
It stirs my water works to piss
I’ve changed the rubber grommet thing
Thought that had worked, it made me sing.
Last night it started up again
Threw me into a world of pain.
Can someone save me from this din?

It hurts.

It Hurts.

Shoe laces taken

All you know, shaken

Not  a  razor  or  knife in sight

Still  the pain sears  through  the night.

Corridors full of  eternal walkers

Going  nowhere, watched  by  stalkers.

Screams  erupt  so do  tussles

Held down by  ‘staff ‘ with muscles.

Nothing  stops  the pain  NOTHING

Smile  at  family  don’t  let  them see  the  bluffing.

It hurts, it  hurts  you  needs  to  bleed

A sacrifice  to the demon’s  seed.

Doors  slam, locks  turn

Fears  grow behind  doors  souls burn

Help me  please help me

Blind eyes don’t see…………

Shoe laces taken

All you know,  shaken

Not  a  razor  or  knife in sight

Still  the pain sears  through  the night.

This is for mental health day

Not for want.

An old poem reworked, a Tyburn , I wrote back in 2018.

image from Pixabay

Not

Not for want of trying, I

Have spread my wings,to learn to fly.

Not for want of doing right

I’ve raged and screamed against the night

Not only for myself

I’ve questioned the distribution of wealth .

Not for my grandchildren but also me

I tried to set the oppressed free

And scrape the plastic from the sea.

Not just on a whim

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 3/2020

Shelley Krupa

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “new/old.” Use either or both of the words “new and old” any way you’d like. Bonus points for starting and ending with either one. Have fun!

News hit my email that made me sad. Though it was not other than my I might of expected yet I am railing against it. Nothing new, age old it’s the circle we all go through no one and nothing lives forever.

I tossed and turned and in my dreams I was lost on a journey on a train. Again nothing new about that, it seems I am forever lost. I awoke ever hour on the hour, same old scared feeling. Life goes on until it stops. None of this makes sense.

New Life brings new hope

Old nightmares retreat quietly

Souls never grow old.

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This is part of LindaGHill’s Saturday Stream of Consciousness.

My Red Killer Shoes.

I know I put this out last week but it needs to be said again . Come on Red Shoes get kicking !

These are my, can do shoes! My  not going to listen to you shoes!

My get up and go shoes! My stamp on and kick the shit out of the blues, shoes!

My ain’t gonna be be put on by you shoes! My skipping and dancing in the moonlight shoes.

My walking the righteous path shoes! my  who am I kidding shoes?

My kicking up a rumpus fetch me my compass shoes!

My who you looking at shoes, my cop an eye full of this shoes!

My ain’t behaving well shoes. My dancing on the ceiling enjoying every second shoes!

My in ya face, fall from grace shoes. My come and get me shoes,

My tiny winy skirt shoes! My delights are on offer shoes!

My need a thrill shoes,  my ones and twos shoes!

My I am bored shoes, my I want it now shoes!

My singing in the rain shoes, my apple pie up in the sky shoes!

My tipping the scales my way shoes, my light a candle say a prayer shoes!

My uppdido shoes, my yabbadabbado shoes!

My who am I kidding shoes, my I wish I was not such a wooze shoes!

My when is it my turn shoes? My fingers burned all hopes spurned shoes!

My bridges burnt shoes, my lessons learnt shoes!

My on my own shoes, my without a home shoes! My nothing left to loose shoes!

These are my I can beat you shoes, my watch it! your days are numbered shoes.

My, we have your measure now shoes. My cut you out, kick you hard shoes,

My grind you into the floor shoes!!My laugh in your face shoes!!

My Cancer we will wipe  you out shoes, My, we will without  a doubt shoes!

MY WE ARE GONNA WIN SHOES!!!!

my red shoes.

To my friends 💜💜💜💜💜