There’s nonsense in the stuff I hear.
What once had order, now there’s noise.
The blatant dare of fake destroys
the shield we fashioned stopping fear.
Apocalyptic times are here.
We need full armor for this fight:
the truth, the doing what is right,
the peace and faith, salvation, too,
and God’s own Word. Let hearts renew
and face the darkness with this light.
This week Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “noise” to be used in the B line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
I am thinking of Ephesians 6.


Thank you!
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Wonderful Decima, Frank! This has become one of my favorite poetic forms.
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It is one of my favorite now as well. Thank you, Crystal!
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Excellent. May we take up “Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.”
Blessings.
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We need the full armor. Thank you, Michael!
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Amen to this.
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Thank you, Jenna!
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Excellent message in your words, Frank!
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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The Truth through poetry, I love it!
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Thank you, Myrna!
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Truth. Beautiful poem!
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Thank you, Pragalbha!
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Well done!
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A noisy apocalypse. Thank you, Mark!
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