Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 56: (GOLD) in the A rhyme line.

You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (you can find my Haiku here). and this Décima Challenge of GOLD in the A rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.

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

To all you appear to be gold.
Ever ready to lend a hand.
Always helpful, kindness your brand.
Behind closed doors your eyes grow cold.
The real you begins to unfold.
Tempers flair and you become the beast.
I fear your demons when released.
Why do I keep your black secret.
There is no escape just regret.
I cower silent at your feast.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 356 RED and White.

Your blue eyes flash red
My knuckles tighten and blanch
Fear is a killer

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Heart on my sleeve.

Image found here

This is me here I stand,

You’ve taken my heart and crushed it in your hand.

Your words hurt they beat me down.

With a smile you watch me drown.

In my blood you see me thrash,

 Laying bets to when I’ll crash!

Beat me, slap me with your words

My mouth is taped, so my screams can’t be heard.

Cut me carve me it is nothing I have not done before .

Lost and wrecked on emotion’s shore.

Abuse me use me sate your need

Throw me off like an unwanted weed.

See my heart it’s wrent it in two

See it there on my sleeve for you.

No pride left I let it bleed dry

You don’t see the need within my eye.

There is not much more I can do

You tample on my soul, it’s black and blue

I stand here screaming silently

Bleeding need and blood constantly.

Hit me kick me just don’t look at my face,

No matter how hard I tried I’ve lost this race.

Here it comes the huge and vicious mouth

I can’t take any more I fall and stumble south.

Damn you damn you what can I do

To get respect or love from you.

Love okay it’s too late

Sorry, will  not compensate

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This is just a poem.

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 #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 328 DUST & Weed

The Challenge Words!

DUST & WEED

Not sure how to write a Haiku? Click HERE for a quick How to write Haiku Poem in English Form with links to posts for other forms of Haiku.

Image from Pixabay.

I am dust under foot
You treat me worse than rubbish
Crush me like a weed.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 4/2020

2019-2020 SoCS Badge by Shelley! 

It’s Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s #SoCs. Strong language but not gratuitous.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “toss.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

She slammed the door shut and slung her bag over her shoulder. Marching up the road she felt a sense of relief flow over her. Her bag was not heavy just a few essentials.

New life, new job, a future. As she walked along the canal she stopped to toss her rings and door keys into the murky waters.

Free from that selfish tosser, free from criticism, that last punch had not broke her it had made her!

Would he cope…. She didn’t give a toss!

Three Things Challenge.

Welcome to Di’s at pensitivity101. The Three Things Challenge.
Every day she will give us three things that will hopefully trigger our creativity.

Today’s three things are Smug, Trowel, Rough.it on, resounded in her head.

“Plaster it on” resounded in her head.

Use a trowel, he repeatedly said.

He always joked she looked rough as a dog.

Finally she bit him. Leaving everyone agog.

What do you see # 17- February 17, 2020

Sadje said “Dear friends, in the memory of our dear Hélène I have decided to continue this challenge. I will post a new challenge on 12:00 am PST, every Monday morning.“

Tell me what you see.

Image Credit; Lisa Fotios- Pixabay

Teddy Dear.

You  know all the answers Teddy  but you never tell me the questions

I am not happy here Teddy, have you any good suggestions.

Why do mummy  and daddy go out so such

Leaving us  with Uncle Joe …. he smells and I hate his touch.

Sitting here Teddy, sipping tea by  candle light I feel so unsure.

I love being here Teddy just me and you together here sitting on the floor.

I can hear him moving around downstairs, what shall we do if he knocks on our door.

Shall we go to bed Teddy and pretend we are asleep,we could hide under the sheets.

I don’t like him Teddy he hurts me so,

I can’t tell anyone, he says mummy  and Daddy don’t need to know.

He calls me his little pleasure angel his cuddly ball of joy

I don’t like those names, I hate his games and  I do not like his” toy.”

Time for us to go to bed Teddy, time for us to sleep.

I shall cuddle you Teddy , please protect me if into this room he creeps.

I have  got the bread knife , I know to use it, I am not allowed

But, Teddy I hate his games so I shall cut his “Toy” off as it stands out proud.

Two sides to Valentine.

Two Valentine Poems from different ends of the spectrum. The first one I wrote in 2013 the second I wrote in 2017.

Image from Pixabay

Valentine’s Day.

Beautiful Roses their message plain,

They were oh! so lovely when they came.

Chocolates and champagne too

A handsome way to say “I love you”

Sadly handsome is as handsome does

And no one wants to make a fuss.

But the message seems to fade away

As tempers rise and peace forgets to stay.

The chocolates fly across the room and hit the wall,

The vase smashed, the flowers scattered as they fall.

No good to offer soothing words

The shoutings all that’s heard.

The neighbours turn a deaf ear , “That poor woman must live in fear” .

Only half the tale is known

The neighbours have no idea of what’s happening in this home.

Things get worse she grabs a knife

She’ll put an end to all this strife.

She cuts him once she cuts him twice …

“You need to learn to be more nice”

She whispers with a smile.

He stands there shaking and bleeding all the while.

The police have been called more than once

But she always manages to repel their response.

The truth is, they would not believe

This poor sweet woman is not the one aggrieved.

She carries no marks or bruises. None at all for she is the one who abuses.

Her husband is a patient man

Who tries to please his wife the best he can .

But she cannot be appease.

Nothing he can do makes her pleased.

She swears she loves him she swears it will change

But week after week it is the same.

He will do or say something wrong

And her patience will be gone.

He has tried to leave her tried to go

But she begs and weeps and carries on.

She promised she would get help.

He cannot see any way out

He cowers in the corner as she shouts.

The knife is lying on the floor within his reach ………

Then comes the usual banging at the door.

Acrostic: Be my Valentine

© willowdot21 2020

Breathtakingly needing

Eros’s arrow pricks

Mixing love potions at this time

You must, you must be mine.

Value added roses and chocolates

All add up to to special dates.

Love encounters special things

Enchanted, petals hearts and fairy rings.

Never knowingly under sold

Treats and treasures gently unfold.

Intimate touches and arousing kisses

Naked passion erupts exploding wishes

Ending in orgasmic joy.

I do hope everyone had a happy Valentine’s Day. 

The Abyss.

A

Black hole

Where my heart

Was, now it’s gone.

I am gagged, silenced

Deserted laid out bare

To speak the truth I’d not dare.

You dragged my emotions through the mill.

Ground my spirit down then pulled off my wings.

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