My story started when my will decided it would have its way. A pleasure boat I bought that day. I fixed it up with dreams until I felt my future fatten, fill. Then came more sin. Then came more fear. The promised shores did not appear. I struggled, fought against the knot that held me sinking with my yacht. It’s only by God’s grace I’m here.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “knot” to be used in the D line of a décima for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge with rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
The water in the coffee’s hot. The sand upon the beach is too. When simple duty will not do temptations offer what they’ve got. So, should I stray or should I not? A vortex has much snow to hurl. With stormy wrath the wind will whirl me where I do not want to go. I see the signs. They tell me: “No. Rejoice and stay. Let faith unfurl.”
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “whirl” to be used a C line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge.
Around deception there is stealth. It covers up the root word steal. Deceivers hope we won’t reveal that there is more than earthly health. Behold the idol. See its wealth? It rots. It burns. It turns to dust. Without true change those dying must resettle with the trash of hell. Look down with dread. That dropping well grows deep with lies betraying trust.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “steal” to be used in a B line of a décima for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge.
I was thinking of Revelation 21:8. The photos are an attempt to hint at what’s still available should one change one’s mind if one hasn’t already.
The devil gets no peace. To sing for him is more a punishment. His time is short. It goes. It went, but wrath remains a fearful thing.
We’re confident. Each coming spring is but rehearsal for the end when death is done and life can mend. We can’t cling to an evil heart. Please, make it new. Now let us start. Tomorrow we’ll be home, my friend.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “spring” to be used in an A line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.
“It will be Biblical,” I’ve read. My hope embraces all the change and challenges. I’ll rearrange ignoring fear, rejecting dread.
In truth good news has long been spread. I sacrifice my sinful heart. Create it pure. Renew each part. I’ll trust the warmth and saving care. I’ll wait in silence anywhere then praise whatever You might start.
Ronovan Hester challenges us to use the rhyme word “care” in a D line of a décima having the rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC. I was mostly thinking of Psalm 51.
We ask and yet we don’t receive. Let’s drop some plans. Let others wait. I wonder: Were the corners straight? What wayward missteps did we weave?
I won’t let fear take root to grieve. Dreams are cooking? Let them simmer. Dusk is growing. Light gets dimmer. Take time to find the righteous way avoiding what led us astray. Morning sunlight soon will shimmer.
Ronovan Hester challenges us to write a décima with the rhyme word “shimmer” in a C line with a rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
So whom do you rely upon? You’re at the Red Sea. Where’s the boat? How long in water can you float? That’s when a way was made. At dawn the charging enemy was gone except for corpses flushed to shore. You still have doubts? You’d like one more experiment to test what’s true? You see the dead? They’d like that, too, but they have lost their strength for war.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “float” to be used in a B line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge.
See Exodus 14 for an account of the crossing of the Red Sea.
Repentance cringes at the past since God detests the rot of it that reeks of death. The blot of it warns us beware of each contrast.
We’re thankful though that didn’t last. We saw in time our wretched ways. Where would we be if all our days continued on mechanically when seeing meant we didn’t see? Such gratitude’s the source of praise.
Ronovan Hester offers the challenge of using the rhyme word “contrast” in the A line of a décima where the rhyme pattern is ABBAACCDDC.
Its spines stood out in shiny red with body black against white wall. Its web seemed barely there at all but formed a sticky prison bed.
The traps effectively were spread to catch deception in midair. The truth exposed each lie out there and everywhere we heard the crash. The busted celebration bash had cursed repentance, scorned good prayer.
Ronovan Hester challenges us to write a décima with the rhyme word “bash” in the D position of a rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.