A terrorist to love

A terrorist to love
29 June 2021
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She was walking for almost an hour now, always with the Thames by her side. Her thoughts went back to Manas and how she had met him first in a small hut-like construction in Cameroon. She had landed quite abruptly in the field near his house and had hid the parachute under the sand and foliage beneath the trees. She had removed her jumping gear and shoved it under the sand before straightening her clothes. She could not see the remaining members of her team and remembered that she had seen no member of her team jump after her. She knew what her mission was anyway: look for and then report Manas once she had identified him. She had headed towards the house and found the household in great agitation and fuss, celebrating a marriage. 

Without further warning, she had been whisked into the cohort and had become part of the celebration. With her local clothes on, nobody suspected her of any ulterior motive than just the wedding celebration. She had looked around for Manas and identified him sitting next to the bride. She looked at the wristwatch with the small camera, but the camera place seemed damaged. She had turned it nevertheless towards Manas and the bride, hoping that the camera would transmit the images of Manas to her team in the airplane that seemed to have vanished in the skies. 

They probably will come back after viewing the images sent by her camera she had thought. She had sunk into a small couch next to several other women and joined the celebrations, keen to keep her identity safe. Manas had walked over towards her, his smile engaging and charming like she was told it would be. Her boss had predicted accurately that she would be Manas’ type and that this would lead him to bring his guard down. Manas had bowed towards her, with his hand extended, inviting her to dance alongside him like the Muslims in Cameroon did. She had stood up and had slowly been taken by the banter and the dance and almost forgotten what she had come here to do.

She looked back at the Thames and threw a stone in it, watching the ripples grow as the water was displaced by the impact. One of the images that haunted her mind was Manas standing in front of the policemen in Cameroon where she had taken him, and he had not fled. He was free now, walking sometimes in the streets of London when he needed to but all she could think of was the Manas in chains in Cameroon smiling at her, with his followers at his side. She realized that the only reason Manas was free now was because some policemen in Cameroon admired his jihadism and one of them had released him making use of the lax state of security in Cameroonian prisons. 

Her story with Manas had been a very controversial one when her boss realized that she was actually falling in love with the man she was supposed to bring to justice. She had been demoted and was no longer on the anti-terrorist team so she resigned and joined the private sector. She thought back to how the story had evolved. It seemed so long ago now while it had only been 6 months since she had first met him. She remembered how he had reached out to her when he had first got out of prison. She had wondered how he had found her in London as she was not on the phonebook and not a registered voter. She threw another stone in the Thames and realized that it was raining, making more ripples than with just her stone. Her love story with Manas had begun in a very strange way so it was probably just as well that it could lead to strange things. She let her mind drift…
Amr Diab - Osad Einy

They rang at her temples a song

They rang at her temples a song
6 May 2021
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She was on a ship to be sold
Pirates around her swarmed anew
Cuts in her skin were quite a few
So ran her blood like liquid gold

Streaming to write stories untold
The pen inked bloody red wrote long
Her heart kept its pulse ever strong
On went her heartbeats with a throb
Her throat retained many a sob
They rang at her temples a song

Reading of the poem:
Pranamystic - Shaman’s dream
Based on challenge by Ronovan Writes using the word “Gold” in line A of the decima.
In brief, for a Décima, there are 10 lines of poetry that rhyme and there must be 8 syllables per line.
There is a Set Rhyming Pattern we must stick to: ABBAACCDDC or ABBA/ACCDDC.
For more information or to view other contributions, please follow the link here
https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/05/05/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-56-gold-in-the-a-rhyme-line/ 

You can also view a full explanation regarding the Décima here
https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/04/16/how-to-write-an-espinela-or-decima-poem/

Of lucid embrace transient phase

Of lucid embrace transient phase
16 April 2021
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Glory of new-found mystery
The rhythm of the feet now changed
Embracing magic once estranged
Bodies melted in ecstasy;

Like long lost pagan symphony
The moon the clouds in night did chase
Fervent dancers in trembling daze
They locked their arms in restless link
Skies defined them in magic ink
Of lucid embrace transient phase

Reading of the poem:
Lonely – Cosmic Balance
Based on challenge by Ronovan Writes using the word “Chase” in line C of the decima.
In brief, for a Décima, there are 10 lines of poetry that rhyme and there must be 8 syllables per line.
There is a Set Rhyming Pattern we must stick to: ABBAACCDDC or ABBA/ACCDDC.
For more information or to view other contributions, please follow the link here
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 53: (CHASE) in the C rhyme line. | ronovanwrites

The ticks clung on hard

The ticks clung on hard
7 April 2021

Courtesy Peter Braunschmid and Stefan Gesell
She was bedraggled
The fleas were like a waistcoat
spreading around her

She smoothed her hands down
over a sea of darkness 
It caused her to sneeze

The ticks clung on hard
Waves of red and black coloured
points where some pests died

Reading of the poem: 
NEUROQ - External Intention
Written in the context of Ronovan writes Haiku challenge using the words “fleas”, “sneeze” and their synonyms. For more information and to read other poets collaboration, follow the link here

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 352 FLEAS and Sneeze. | ronovanwrites

Quiet times restored

Quiet times restored
31 March 2021
Courtesy Minh Jae Lee
She jumped suddenly
from the comfort of the couch
wisps of hair flaring

The couch burst alit
Once an abode of pleasure
it now spouted flames

Her hair gushed red streaks
The warmth at her temples hurled
sinister designs

All contentment gone
her face erupted fury
as eyebrows belched fire

Blankets of water
trickled down path of relief
on flanks that spewed rain

Quiet times restored
her throat emitted strange notes
she regained her poise

Reading of the poem:
Written in the context of Ronovan writes Haiku challenge using the words “comfort”, “erupt” and their synonyms. For more information and to read other poets collaboration, follow the link here

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 351 COMFORT and Erupt. | ronovanwrites

Tool - Lateralus

The light spilling fast

The light spilling fast
24 March 2021
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Cavernous
shadows sight my eyes
I follow 
dark inside
A dialog between us
overcomes cobwebs

Thought expressed
ringing through my head
the message
sits clumsy
an attempt to understand
meanings of half light

Piercing ray
resounding echo
burning through
retina
the stratosphere now reckons
the light spilling fast

Reading of the poem:
Stive Morgan - Melancholy

The soul sits so still

The soul sits so still
22 March 2021

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The birds chirp outside
their hymns a mortal lace spun
across my eardrums

Heart favours sunset
when the call of birds subsides
nightfall slows their trill

Mind sings to quaver
an echo forms its tendrils
while the dusk falls through

My head seeks not sound
eye reaches out for twilight
ensnared by evening

Birds’ lilts in decline
a chirrup within mindscape
follows afterglow

The mind now shines bare
silence gained within the core
the soul sits so still



Reading of the poem:
Swan song - lana del rey lyrics
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “Chirp”, “Twilight” and their synonyms. For the rules and other poets’ works, please follow the link here.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 350 CHIRP and Twilight | ronovanwrites

Removal

Removal
16 March 2021

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Curse lifted
Waters seeping through
the tendrils
fluttering
My heart and mouth uttering
secrets of the soul

The hands joint
invoke better days
They falter
in defeat
Whisper of reunions
calm them in solace

The mind stares
through the passing waves
Removal
in springtime
of the slow wavering rhymes
unwinding in eye

Reading of the poem
MESSIAH Project - Sadness

Prime numbers sashayed

Prime numbers sashayed
12 March 2021
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With a bowing head
she welcomed the contrivance
her plan hid in mind

Fools thought her broken
She smiled at the morons’ schemes
her vengeance supreme

The arch in her brows
hiss of her inner being
only dunce ignores

Stellar detection
she examined first the clowns
The idiots stared

A flutter arose
In hearts of the compromised
The innocent woke

Prime numbers sashayed
The nerds ran helter-skelter
Her arms crushed their will


Reading of the poem: 
Written in the context of Ronovan Writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “head”, “fool” and their synonyms. For rules and other contributions, follow this link here 
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 348 FOOL and Head. | ronovanwrites
Achillea ( Jens Gad ) - El Alma Herida

Crescent moon to leave

Crescent moon to leave

9 March 2021
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Wolves hurry
across the landscapes
fiery crops
burning high
Bosom utters not a sigh
crossing through the flames

Horses dive
through etheric lanes
shaking manes
hooves thunder
The moonlit sights a wonder
etched into our hearts

Two to grieve
My breast torn did heave
coils cleft
none bereft
They ask me now in pieces
crescent moon to leave

Reading of the poem:
Messiah Project - Favorite