I’m finding Décima Poetry offers a platform to voice rants and outrage as well as thoughts of hope and love.
Here is an example of my latest Décima Poetry Rant
Early morn manic excreting Ludicrous rants of angry souls. His twisted facts and twisted goals Are his subjects of vile tweeting.
Race baiting’s the point of greeting As he seeks to divide us all He’s desperate to avoid a fall. When leadership lacks restriction And words nothing more than fiction His failings are greatest of all!
Late after dark city started burning Unknown looters were running around The people carried angry fire downtown Hands up the crowds disappointment is churning.
Equal treatment is what they are yearning.
For too long resentment has been on hold!
For too long our stories been untold,
By men who have held power and great means.
Fire set in cities, the torch burns and cleans,
Fire burned injustice it’s our day, behold!
This is my first attempt at Decima Poetry. The rhyming pattern of abbaaccddc. Ronovan’s challenge was to use “Fire” in the “a” spot of the pattern. I cheated and used Fire as a topic. Decima poetry is brand new to me even though it is centuries old. (Sometimes it’s good to force a Swedish/German to learn new things. Thank you Ronovan for the stretch!
