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Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.
Credit: Nick Fewings via Unsplash.
I’m down-trodden, weakling child;
Until head eases,
Lethargic fog clears; you’re near.
—
Days are dim, dead dreary,
Dickenasian smog dour.
Gloom plucking my heart’s curves.
***
Yet, within darkness rustles notes,
Silver breezes chime,
Your words are balmy bliss.
*****
As Elijah cowering, cave hiding,
Whisper wind Holy,
Your presence revered; I’m safe.
*****
Calm cooling waters, drench coal —
Stricken sadness; lips —
On my forehead so dear.
*****
Lungs filled with tar-blackness,
Eucalyptus-oxygen cures.
Pain collapses tucked near you.
©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.
Share your best piece from last week at #thegodoggocafe. Click into the reblogged post, share your work there 🙂 #anwriting
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting photo challenge. Thanks also to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Music Challenge & the song “Broken” by LovelytheBand.
We’re not all whole, our lives stretch uncontrolled,
Not by forces we know or can pchange,
We’ll shuffle our decks try to rearrange;
But, the weight of our burdens are sins untold.
Perhaps, life traps us; we’re always out-sold.
Pain tears, love’s truth, my face in your hands,
Beaming eyes, loving me broken and damned.
Endeared to my loneliness, pain rife –grave.
Life isn’t love poems, no ballads of song;
Only together we heal scars, live on.
I’m tucked in your eyes, we’re lonely as one,
You’re tucked in my arms, we’re lonely souls wrung.
We’re jagged dark lines become wholesome, sweet,
We’re finding our pieces; somehow complete.
©️Mandibelle16. (2019) All Rights Reserved.
Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesdays.
Our hidden place, a hollow in rustled leaves, tangled roots, as the river meanders close. I inhale verdant greenery and twigs crunch underfoot, as we sit on tree stumps near the shore.
Some occasions, the river trickles and torrents. At times, it’s poured buckets, and the banks pass eerie, too close to our feet. Sometimes it’s a kiss on our runners as we wade.
In the gleaming sun, the dimple of your left cheek lifts. Your grey-blue eyes sparkle; my hands clench as we banter. They curl around bark, roughness masking my wish to touch your hair — a hint of gray you deny. Your laughter resonates, and we quip as usual. I ruin my white Adidas twirling them in dirt. As the river, your stories flow; but, you’re to far — and to near all at once.
I peer up, nip my lip. “Keep me.” Two words implored.
©️Mandibelle16. (2019) All Rights Reserved.
Thanks to Sonya from Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.
Credit: Robert Hickerson via Unsplash
Barbed wire tongue, crescents bleeding;
Crimsons stains wrung,
Scratches, scrapes, gouges; fight wounds.
*****
Scars criss-cross, linger; priceless
Liberty gnawing, piercing;
Glittering eyes, barbed-teeth maim.
*****
Cages, prisons, iron bars, steel barriers,
Keep-out; empty —
Victory; they’ve decided Lady Liberty’s hollow.
*****
©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.
Thanks to Sonya of Only 300 Words for hosting #3LineTales.
Credit: Sam Lloyd via Unsplash
Lilly was 18-years old and despite turning a year older, hated she wasn’t able to leave their house on the lake for a city university, not the prep-college in town; Lilly’s family had for generations owned a winery near her current university in Napa. After a dull birthday party she swung to-and-fro on her treasured porch swing, and scowled at the lake — her charcoaled eyes brimming tears; Lilly wondered how much criticism she’d have to endure until she could attend any university she desired in Fall. She had achieved the SAT grades for a scholarship far from the winery and her Aunt’s persistent nagging and constant mention of Lilly’s waistline; she longed for the days could attend school far north in Canada without perpetual hunger.
©️Mandibelle16. (2019) All Rights Reserved.
Thanks to MindLoveMisery Menagerie for hosting #SundayWriting. The words I’m using is “Wraiths at the Window.” Thanks also to NELNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s photo challenge prompt.
Wraiths of silver strings near,
Hearts of darkness, at the window pear.
I cannot undo what I have done; guilt of the self-shunned.
I cannot whisper truths of then; they say, “I serve myself and pain condone.”
Yet, I surge to live past window panes — clawed beasts;
For they’re as ghosts, nothing but wild make-belief.
But, closer still, they draw; arm hairs prickle at their spite.
They’re lifeless dream-frights, sick-faced skulls, madness without light.
But, I’m no wraith, evil-sworn in Hell’s pit trapped,
I’m a creature who’s not forsaken; who’s clasped tight —
In a greater being’s benevolence.
So, when I crumble to pieces as wraiths trail close,
I cling to silver sparks, to golden paths, summer sunlight bold.
I’m not afraid of monsters, their creep and slip-slime, shivers down my spine;
I’ve no fear of mystics, their pitiless swords, ropes of malice torn.
Here, daylight seeps through, dawn explodes peaches and cream;
Sky’s beam the beat of life, as powder-puff clouds float.
Scratching claws crunched, but the nightmares are past; they’re ripped from my heart with angel’s might.
For even in my dimmest hours, as one who carried a weighted ring,
I have my Sams, and they bolster me.
I have my white-wizard, omniscient one, and —
While they’re are times fear nips at skin or tears humiliate in dreams,
The brilliance of day reigns; I’m never lost to forever-demons.
The weight of my guilt’s revoked with sweet hope;
A blinding, piercing glimmer challenges each wraith of fright.
And I nudge open pale-eyes on icing-sugar beaches,
Denying dank souls who screeched in my ears, plucked at my soul;
I’m without the crushing weight of the world,
I’m enlightened, strolling through surf, gulls calling,
As chatters alight with gray-finned dolphins, porpoises too.
Beacons in my hour of need, gracing me homebound,
To where our greatest loves –they’re the only real,
No wraiths or spirits wandering, no ghosts —
Their time is ephemeral, without eternity, without Heaven’s bliss.
My time has only begun, & it’s sheen points towards the fantastic tomorrow;
Evil wraiths, dementor’s kiss–forever I resist and conquer.
©️Mandibelle16. (2019) All Rights Reserved.
Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesdays
The driver had spun off the road decades ago and the grass climbed the old Ford’s wheels as each rainfall it grew like vines to the window sills in the cow’s pasture. The current farmer, not able to haul the truck from his fields, began to mow around it with respect for its rusted history; the story was, witnesses 50-years ago, didn’t see the driver leave. Upon examining the wreck they’d been shocked to see the driver’s seat empty, and now and then, the farmer’s daughter watched the stars from the front seat: she swore a young man in suspenders peered at the sky beside her, his hand grazing hers.
©️Mandibelle16. (2019) All Rights Reserved.
Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Sunday Writing Prompt. For this week’s Prompt we had to choose 4 terms, and I chose the texture jagged, the occasion just because, the feeling expectancy, and the sound grinding. Thanks also to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Music Challenge using the A Star is Born’ song, “Always Remember” sung by Lady Gaga.
Credit: Darryl Brian via Unsplash.
“Always Remember” sung by Lady Gaga
Together we rhyme, croon the words as they form in our muddled minds,
Dream, as our skin brushes close, sweat drips, as the cliffs glow in layers, sediment crushed grande.
In Arizona we rise, together here — there’s no expectancy, no need to hurry, scurry in time.
We hope this occasion is better that the crimson and marmalade sky won’t stop glistening, as fireballs glint on.
We’re lovers in the night, sometimes were poets singing, delineating a phrase or line.
Sometimes we’re opposites screaming, and no words describe the knife slashing; the war wounds are mutual.
But just because I love you still; just because we’re each other’s glue, I’ll never forget these forever nights.
We attempt to rhyme, splintered sounds bite, but we keep writing our, hands entwined.
I don’t know who wrote our ambitious story, but I don’t want to be without your arms, your stardust eyes.
In the ink of night I sigh, as it doesn’t matter where you go, the part of me that’s you won’t die.
Just because, I’ll never forget the fire dancing in the twilight, the jagged edge of morning, ’cause I’ll never forget our time — just because.
You peer in my eyes, the whole world fades black, nothing is left slack, and we argue and snap.
But, I don’t want to be without your laugh-lined smile; I don’t want to be only a memory, beneath the sun-jewel morning.
I want to be forever, together no matter the time, don’t make me a memory — I’ll never forget these twilight hours we’ve espoused.
©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.
