Soaring Leap – Décima

Without repentance, anxious, I
try hard to mindlessly sit still.
In lotus pose I’ll stay until
I save myself and learn to fly,
to levitate before I die
as gravity brags it will win.
My baggage stores a weight of sin
that keeps me from a soaring leap.
I need to find before I sleep
that way I’ve blocked, the true way in.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “leap” to be used in a D line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge and Eugenia offers “soaring” for this week’s Thursday Prompt.

Ronovan's Decima Poetry Challenge Image
Ronovan’s Decima Poetry Challenge Image

Unforgotten Street – Décima

So unfamiliar, everything –
You’re sure we lived here years ago?
This trail goes where? I do not know,
but there are birds ahead who sing.
I’m wearing still your wedding ring.
Some unforgotten, busy street
should have a place where we can eat.
Then at a table with two chairs
we’ll tell each other all our cares
and taste the dreams that turned out sweet.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “street” to be used in a C line of a décima having rhyme patter ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge. Eugenia offers the word “unforgotten” for this week’s prompt.

Ronovan's Decima Poetry Challenge Image
Ronovan’s Decima Poetry Challenge Image
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Deep Red Trail
Deep Red Trail

Go – Décima

My soul’s a knotty network mess.
I know some demons have to go,
perhaps them all. I’d love to show
them to the door. I do confess
I chose this curse, but who could bless
me chained with guilt and justly bound?
They block my way. They’re all around.
“You’ve still one path to liberty:
Yes, faith in Jesus sets you free.”

And now no demons can be found.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “go” to be used in a B line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC in this week’s Decima Poetry Challenge. Eugenia offers the word “network” for this week’s Thursday Prompt.

I’ve been listening to and reading Derek Prince on expelling demons.

Ronovan's Decima Poetry Challenge Image
Ronovan’s Decima Poetry Challenge Image
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Path

Clap – Decima

We stand to cheer and gladly clap.
The King is riding to his throne.
Our enemies, defeated, groan.
They fall forever in their trap.

Now with the twilight’s final lap
deep darkness comes to insulate
those blinded by a mindless hate.
No shadows haunt our living Light.
No tears remain. That ancient night –
how short it was our need to wait.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “clap” to be used in an A rhyme of a decima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Decima Poetry Challenge. Eugenia also offers the word “twilight” for this week’s prompt.

Ronovan's Decima Poetry Challenge Image
Ronovan’s Decima Poetry Challenge Image
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Happiness

Holy? Happy? Take your pick.
“Give me both!” That was quick.


Eugenia offers the word “happiness” for this week’s Thursday Prompt.

I was listening to David Pawson’s second lecture on Leviticus this morning where he made the comment at about 8:20 in the video, “The only way to be really happy is to be really holy.” So that’s what I was thinking of when writing this poem.

Eugenia’s Prompt Image
Underneath a Willow Tree
Underneath a Willow Tree

Celebration

In faded denim, rosy blush,
he offers her a polished stone
from water where the rivers rush.
She knows that she is not alone.
In greens and yellow, alpine light,
Today the festive way is bright.

Eugenia offers the word “celebration” for this week’s Thursday Prompt. Linda Kruschke offers these paint chip phrases, “mysticalfaded denimlipstickhaloblushpolished stone, and alpine“. At least four should be used in a sixain stanza.

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Mingle – Relationships

A drop of water doesn’t mingle.
It has no name to stand alone.
But we have names. We each are single.
We are, and we are not, our own.


As the prompt this week Eugenia offers the word “mingle”. I got the idea for the poem from David Pawson’s lecture, Unlocking the Bible, Genesis, Part 4. Hopefully I didn’t distort it too much.

Many Flowers, One Plant
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Hand of God

Our partying about the hall
was stopped by writing on the wall.
That magic hand mysteriously
wrote words we didn’t care to see.
Daniel told our heads of state –
the kingdom’s numbered: It’s too late.


Eugenia offers “magic” as this week’s Thursday Prompt. I was thinking of Daniel 5. The hand wrote these words:  מנא מנא תקל ופרסין

Shooting Star, Primrose Family, Chicago Botanic Garden
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