#74 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

Hook

With freeze and thaw of wintry woes
some fear the still-life’s gonna die.
Why spin the news so fast that I
can see the lies beneath fresh snows?

There is the Lamb that heaven shows,
the One who can unseal the book.
The losing side will try to hook
the world with sorrows. Persevere.
The sea of glass and fire comes here
with victory and praising. Look!

Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “hook” to be used in a C-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. Eugenia offers the theme “still-life” as her prompt this week. A commentary on Revelation by Michael Rood was on my mind especially verse 15:2 which he kept referring to.

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Art and Promises

His promises He’s come to keep.
Deception’s seen through flashy art
as idols fall and drift apart.
Where demons dug delusions deep
the truth’s now clear. The liars weep.
Here comes the morning freshly made
as night departs and star lights fade.
It’s now we fully understand.
We are the bride. We take His hand.
Our ransom long ago was paid.

Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “art” to be used in a B-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.

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

I am thinking of the last chapters of Revelation.

Core

The stakes were high for those who played
It wasn’t just another game.
It wasn’t just more of the same
that one could flee when brightness grayed.

It was a time for those who prayed.
It was the ending of the war
and those connected to the core
rejoiced. Their blood flowed through the heart.
That victory tore death apart
from life and that forevermore.

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Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “core” to be used in a C line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. I was thinking of Revelation 20.

A Bite of Moon

doors melt in my eyes
fishes shiver in fright
if rabbits could count ducks
leaves would spread smiles

Of Solid Gold

in glitter it wore hats
of crimson words
in meaning it bore stories
of velvet shades
love yet was not, nor ever
of solid gold

#74 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

Reveal God : Trinet Poem

Poetry challenge: Trinet poem.

Time leaps
Time slithers
We grow so, legs of metal
In our eyes, deep under ground
Hope moulded
Dream smelted
Thought shaped

Stroll

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 Meander

A typical arid evening in a Plateau City;

Vendors hasten home with baskets on the head,

after a fruitful hawking;

To light the fire for hungry mouths to be fed.

The sun is an hour away from the western horizon

everywhere so calm, not a leaf astir

A quick evening walk should be fair.

The stroll down the road turned several heads in stare

The gentle breeze stronger now, gathered momentum.

It turned to gale in a split second

the wind howled like an old man in despair.

Acrostic poem: “Revelation”

R= Real to the apple heart that

E=Earnestly seeks to “know”

V=Verities and not mere Pilate-like intimidations;

E=Elliptic human puny understanding,

L=Leafing through life with a battery

A=Ashy illuminating apparatus

T=Tracking beside our lead feet while

I=Inside our suckling-mouth hungry child

O=Oscillates within our true identification,

N=Nudging at Infinitum’s carotid artery.