Bop - 6 lines, refrain, 8 lines, refrain, 6 lines, refrain, Current Events, dVerse, Health, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, My Thoughts, Nonfiction, Poetry, Religion/Morality, Tale Weavers Fiction/Poetry, Writing, Writing Challenges

Tale Weaver: Poem – Bop – “I’ve Enough” #poetry #taleweaver #dVerse #amwriting 


Thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Tale Weavers #176. The Prompt is what it is we want in life. Also, thanks to Bodhirose of #dVerse Poet’s Pub for hosting open link night. 

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All the things I want, do I really need? 

Do I need more shirts, more heels, is that greed? 

If I made my sum of money wanted, 

Would it ever be enough? It’s haunting  —

Me to spend more cash, not to save some more, 

Could having more money make you poorer? 

All I want, need, matters not — I’ve enough. 

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If I was perfectly healthy, I would lose, 

Freedom over some of, my time; I’d choose,

A job with variety, nice colleagues, laughing, 

Not working casually from home alone, aghast —

At how much harder it is with details, 

How precision is difficult, I’d rail —

Not often but when I’m tired, frustrated, 

When my short term memory is busted. 

All I want, need, matters not — I’ve enough. 

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Yet I’m able to focus on writing —

My dream; building my talent’s exciting

I’m able to write, home or a coffee shop, 

Or to binge watch Netflix when I’m feeling, 

Energyless and downcast mind reeling. 

Wishing I could have blessings, not so ill, 

Desiring full health in life, yet I’m fulfilled. 

All I want, need, matters not –I’ve enough. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

100 Word Wednesdays, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Food/Recipes, My Thoughts, Relationship, Writing, Writing Challenges

100 Word Wednesday: The Beginning of Us #flashfiction #100WordWednesday #amwriting 


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesday. 

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Credit: Zachary Staines

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Hungry! Need food. Opening the fridge door I notice the shelves are empty. I sigh agitated, but leave my apartment, renting one of the bicycles nearby. I’ve half of a grocery list on my phone at least.

Walking inside the store I wrench on a cart out and begin shopping for fruit.  I mutter to myself checking off the items on my grocery list and adding others. 

“Ouch,” I hear, “Nice aim.” 

I gaze up from my phone. Crinkled azure eyes, mussed brown hair, and a killer smile greet me. I blush when I notice he’s checking me out, rubbing his injured shin. 

He holds out his hand while standing up. “I’m Ryan. Nice to meet you.” 

I shake his hand. “Sherise. Sorry, about your leg.” 

“Oh, I’ll live,” he grins. “Do you want some company? I’ve just got to pay for the milk. Wait here.”

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want.” 

A grin with crinkled eyes. “I want to.” 

Five minutes later Ryan is back, pushing the cart. He makes jokes as I fill it with my grocery items. He insists on driving me home, placing my rented bike in the back of his SUV. 

I smile now thinking back. That day had been the beginning of us. 
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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.  

Fiction, Flash Fiction, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, My Thoughts, Nature, Religion/Morality, Sunday Photo Fiction, Tale Weavers Fiction/Poetry, Writing, Writing Challenges

Sunday Photo Fiction/Taleweaver:  The Down Pour #flashfiction #taleweaver #amwriting 


Thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Tale Weaver #137 on the theme of opening and what that word could mean. Also, thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction September 10, 2017. 

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Credit: A Mixed Bag – Alistair Forbes

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Min peered at the downpour outside her front window. The rain added to the river’s violent movements beneath her house. 

When she and her son, Sam had moved here, Min hadn’t thought the river below them was dangerous. She’d believed the quiet river had brought her serenity. It’s gentle babble once opened Min’s mind to dreaming. 

However, later that night the river water was at the bottom of Min’s house. She groaned when water began trickling in over the wood floor and carpets. 

“We have to leave now,” Min told Sam, “The water keeps climbing and if we leave it too long we’ll be trapped on the roof.” 

Sam tried his mom’s cellphone. “The cell towers are down so we can’t even call for help. We shouldn’t have stayed, Mom. We should’ve left days ago.” 

Min rubbed Sam’s shoulder before they both grabbed their pre-packed bags rushing out the front door. They had no choice but to wade through water that was hip deep. They sloshed down the bridge/walkway created between all the house’s built above the river. 

When Min and Sam had reached higher ground away from their neighborhood, they sighed collapsing on cots in a school where some of the city’s refugees had began gathering. The river water had been up to Min and Sam’s neck before they had been able to climb uphill, away from the bridge. 

Thank God they had taken the opportunity to leave when they did. Having a moment to spare Min stepped outside and prayed her thanks beneath the open sky and endless rain. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

dVerse, Fairy Tale Themed, Fiction, History, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, My Thoughts, Nature, Photography/Visual Art, Poetry, Quadrille - 44 Words, Writing, Writing Challenges

Photo Challenge: Poem – Quadrille – “Far Too Real” #poetry #dverse #photochallenge


Thanks to Bjorn from #dVerse Poet’s Pub for hosting a prompt about writing a poem asking questions only. Also, thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo Challenge. 

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Credit: Mark Harless

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Lady of the forest, 

Your thirst is quenched? 

You’ve found ambrosia waters? 

Supped on nectar sweet? 

Diana, Huntress, do you —

Wander meadows, 

Before ether sleep?  

Are you alert —

With bow, arrows? 

Drinking so deeply, 

Your body flourishes, 

Wild flowers? 

Bathing in Gaia’s silence? 
Wondering where, 

Your people went? 

Knowing they’re Mythology;

And you’re far too real

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Children/YA/Family, Lune - 5,3,5 or 5 words, 3 words, 5 words, My Thoughts, Nonfiction, Photography/Visual Art, Poetry, Three Line Tales, Writing, Writing Challenges

Three Line Tales: Poems – Lunes – “Blinded” #3LineTales #poetry #amwriting 


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.

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Credit: Matt Palmer via Unsplash

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I’ll say it, because every —

Woman’s thinking it. 

We all know sparklers burn. 

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Fire burns, even with goggles. 

No sober woman, 

Or drunk, would place fire —

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Right near to her eye, 

Expecting sometime she —

Won’t get burned or blinded. 

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©Mandibelke16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Beauty, dVerse, Fiction, Friday Music Prompt, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, Music and Performers, My Thoughts, Poetry, Religion/Morality, Wrapped Refrain, Writing, Writing Challenges

Music Challenge: Poem – Wrapped Refrain (2) – “Those Pink Sunglasses” #dverse #poetry #musicchallenge 


Thanks to Lillian of #dVerse Poet’s Pub for the September 12, 2017 prompt onto use the words rain, reign, rein in a poem. Also combining this prompt with MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie last Music Challenge with the song “Pink Sunglasses” by Miranda Lambert. Going for the triple threat with Bjorn’s Bjorn’s #dVerse Poet’s Pub prompt on using an extended, well known metaphor without “like” or “as.” I’m going to pick up on Miranda Lambert’s metaphor of “pink sunglasses” which I think very much overlaps with wearing “rose colored glasses.” 

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Credit: Pinterest.com

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Miranda Lambert “Pink Sunglasses” 

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Rein in your white horses, the Queen of Pink’s going to reign 

She’s pretty classy, kind of sassy, in a bubblegum way. 

All around her is dreary pain, 

She doesn’t blink or feel the rain

Pouring down, plastering her —

See-through t-shirt, guys inferring, 

More than needs saying about her — bright pink sunglasses worn, 

Her way to see the world, the old rose glasses cracked, ignored. 

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Pink is so much better, forget about rainy weather, 

Giggle, leave behind the tragic, drink pink champagne whether —

You’re sad or too glad, pink masks —

Ironies, truth is, life is glass

It shatters far too easily, 

Rose lenses dimmed as pink’s appeased. 

Cause you can buy plastic pink sunglasses to view the world, 

For $9.99 they’re so easy to replace, cheap pearls. 

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Appearing in my pocket when I go anywhere ’cause —

There’s power in plastic pink shades, curing the bad that was. 

Put them on when people are mad, 

Wear them when you’re feeling quite sad. 

Ignore naysayers without the pink, 

Bringing rude negative thinking. 

These pink babies don’t shatter or crack, if they do buy more —

Best placebo I’ve had while out loving life exploring. 

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Don’t care about the truth, reality is annoying

I’ll pass by you dancing ’cause without pink, life quickly destroys. 

Addicted to living with thick —

Sweet sugar coating of plastic. 

Through the pink I see what I want, 

And I do whatever and I flaunt. 

Rose glasses go away, pink is brighter, it doesn’t fade, 

My shades, wearing them I reign unafraid, I’ve got it made 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Flash Fiction, Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer, Free Verse, Health, Memories/Childhood, My Thoughts, Nonfiction, Poetry, Writing, Writing Challenges

Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – “It’s a Fact of Life” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction 


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW September 5, 2017. 

Excuse the length. I saw the photograph and it fit my poem well. Since I’m still two weeks behind I don’t know that it matters 🙂 

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Credit: Artycaptures.wordpress.com

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When I visit here, 

It’s a fact of life. 

Blood drawn with tiny needles.

Some days they sting, 

Stringing out two seconds. 

Other days, the needle doesn’t register. 

It was a fact of life,

I had to visit here each week,

For the first six months. 

Then, every other week, 

Now each month the rest of my life. 

It’s a fact of life, 

So I don’t pay much attention. 

Facing away when the needle grazes, 

The same ‘good’ vein. 

Blueish-purple in my left arm, 

Silver-violet threads of blood vessels. 

Some months these needles bruise, 

Leave my skin raw and red; 

But If I’ve someone skilled,

There’s a slight indentation. 

Each month —

Babies crying concertos. 

An ominous feeling in the air. 

They’ve no choice —

But to know sharp pain. 

A poke stinging eternities of fire, 

For a wink in time. 

Wailing and —

The waiting room patients’ sigh. 

Then silence follows, 

The miniature massacre. 

Everyone checking, rechecking watches, 

Pulling out phones. 

Waiting for that sickening needle, 

Shuffling in seats,

Legs crossed and uncrossed. 

Glossy magazine pages turned, 

With frequent frustration. 

Toddlers running,

Mothers trying to calm them, 

Hushing their lively squeaks. 

I’m used to having blood drawn, 
Turning my head, 

Focusing on some object, 

Or a distant thought. 

There’s persistent pain as the needle pulls, 
My blood into the tube. 

Six to nine tubes today, 

Blood annexed for annual work. 

These tests burn —

Worse than the tattoo artist’s etching. 

Sketching out the black lines, 

Worse than her needle, 

Grazing repeatedly, 

Skin with vibrant colours. 

Back and forth movements, 
Calming and hushing,

Knowing what to expect and where. 

Conversation, music soothing, 

Then, the artist is done. 

Her needles leaving, 

A work of art behind. 

But the blood test needles ache worse. 

Similar to the last flu shot,

Some years not felt at all.

Other years a poke that —

Throbs all day. 

Despite praying the pharmacist,

Will slide the needle in,

Not deliver a death blow. 

Droplets of bright blood plop, 

To the stark white floor. 

She laughs, this never happens. 

Her mouth turns downward, 

Because you grimace, 

Squish your eyes shut counting the seconds;

Until the hurt dulls. 

She wonders why you wince, 

Why you’re so sensitive.

Says the swelling will fade, 

You’ll live, 

It’s a fact of life. 

It’s a matter of proper training, 

Slipping any needle in gently. 

Not jabbing and mincing, 

A persons veins or muscles. 

Yet still, a fact of life. 
But I remember being six and crying,

Fighting my mother, 

She was angry. 

Because I saw the needle, 

And refused. 

Today, the blood test needles are thinner. 

Adults can ignore them, right

Grit their teeth while the bloods, 

Ripped away, into a tube. 

It’s a fact of life. 

That some things are sharper and dig holes deeper, 

Than blood tests, flu shots, or tattoos. 

There is greater pain flowing from our insides,

If only the hurt could be drawn out as blood. 

If happiness, no worries, and no obligations —

Was all that remained behind. 

If only —

The tattoo artists colours, 

Garunteed you with fantastic health. 

And flu shots didn’t speak of fragility; 

Only the best humors in our blood. 

Gossamer strings supporting dreams. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

 

Beauty, Luxebox, Nonfiction, Photography/Visual Art, Writing

Luxebox Fall 2017 #beauty #beautybox #amwriting


Time again for my Luxebox Beauty Box. It’s a beauty subscription that arrives seasonally. Lately, I find since the boxes have changed appearance most of the items are less big name brands. Many items are more cruelty free,vegan based, or free of certain ingredients. 

Here’s this Autumn’s box: 
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The packaging

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Glam Glow Supermud Clearing Treatment – If you’ve oily skin a good mud mask to clear out your pores — For me a bit too drying.

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Laritzy Cosmetics- UndressedLiquid Lip Stain in Pebble – Cruelty and Paraban Free – Love getting lipstuff but considering I fill out a survey with my skin tone and hair color, it wasn’t a lip color that should have been included in my box. This is a lovely lip stain worn thick or with less brightness but for Autumn skin tones – yellow undertones.

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Barefoot Venus – Green Tea Body Wash in Gingerly – Gifting this it smells nice and most everyone can use extra body wash if the Green Tea scent suits you.

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Avry Beauty – Shea Butter – Everyday Luxurious Hand Cream – Smells nice and softens your hands well. Not as thick as some hand creams but still, extra hand cream is always nice!

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Manna – Beauty Simplified – Glo Illuminator (Step 3) Perfect – A disappointment – Its alright to mix with your foundation for a bit of a gleam but it’s not much of a highlighter on its own, on the tops of your cheeks, your nose, Cupid’s bow, or brow bone. As a highlighter it isn’t impressive despite being a lovely color.

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Douccee Punk Volumizer Mascara – Mascara is always great to have for free and the brush looks fantastic for volume!

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China Glaze Nail Lacquer with Hardners – Street Style Princess (Color) – I wasn’t sure I’d like this but the light gray color is flattering with two coats. I know the matte skin tone like colors are in but I put sparkly silver polish overtop and it looks awesome! Love that the polish dried so fast.

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Garner Skin Active – Moisture Bomb – Dry Skin Gel Cream – I haven’t tried this yet. My skin usually doesn’t react well to Garnier skincare products but I might use it around my eyes later.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Fiction, Interior design, My Thoughts, Poetry, Senryu - 5,7,5 - 3 verses - 17 syllables, Three Line Tales, Travel, Writing, Writing Challenges

Three Line Tales: Poem – Senyru – “At Home” #amwriting #poetry #3LineTales


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales. 

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Credit: Niv Rozenberg via Unsplash

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Tiny houses they’re —

Everywhere cause bigger —

Places cost too much.

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Because you cannot —

Tow your mansion off to,

Beaches or camping.

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Because you can go,

Anywhere, being comfortable —

When feeling at home.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.