#NaPoWriMo Day 24/ Photo Challenge: Poem – Elegy – “Mona Lisa’s Wish” #amwriting #poetry #photochallenge #MLMM


For NaPoWriMo Day 24 the Prompt is: “to write an elegy – a poem typically written in honor or memory of someone dead. But we’d like to challenge you to write an elegy that has a hopefulness to it.”

Also, combining with NEKNEERAJ’s MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge.


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“In the 18th century the “elegiac stanza” emerged, though its use has not been exclusive to elegies. It is a quatrain with the rhyme scheme ABAB written in iambic pentameter.” – (Poetryfoundation.org)


Mona Lisa’s smile, hiding ‘neath veiled eyes,

Legs kicked back in fine stilettos she aches;

Another breath consuming smoke, she respires.

In her last moments, she did not awake.

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Tissue-paper eyes, refusing revival,

Her last tar-filled breathe such relief — she smiled;

As she never had before, without guile,

No enigmatic curve, carved-out deep-lines.

****

Etched on fair-skin, no more mystery lured,

Last wine sipped with tales of yesterdays.

Before, her portrait immortalized her,

Defined her, as one — not her, with mild gaze.

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Bruised under-eyes, her laugh-lines were disturbed;

Never allowed to fade into obscureness.

On show — as if she was mere vanity,

She wished for no portrait, but kind words.

****

You wouldn’t get a crook’s relieved destruction,

It set Lisa free; made her drop the gun smoking,

So now, she’s in the graveyard tucked;

A crook ruined her visage, as she had hoped.

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To not hear whispers, your ‘ooos’ and ‘aaahs’ said.

To be free of the glass, the Louvres had her trapped,

A part of her soul in oil, now too is dead.

She’s gone, coy lady, all in Heaven’s grasp.

****


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#NaPoWriMo Day 23/ 100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Free Verse – “Nightly Rebirth” #amwriting #poetry #100WordWednesday


For NaPoWriMo Day 23 the prompt is: Today, is to “write a poem based in sound. The poem, for example, could incorporate overheard language. Perhaps it could incorporate a song lyric in some way, or language from something often heard spoken aloud.”

I’m combining with #100WordWednesday Week 68 by Bikurgurl.


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The lights flick on tonight,

They echo amidst the streets.

Cars trailing exhaust as rubber grinds,

Zooming off into the night,

Stars blaring, their peacefulness overpowered by —

Flashing lights and strong voices.

Mixed together, some a cacophony,

Some a flowing symphony.

Girls laughing in the bathroom,

Slicking on gloss, smacking their lips.

Men’s voices rumble, lined up at the bar,

Gruff with meaningless discussion,

Jokes interspersed with loud laughter.

Glasses clink and drinks rush,

Pouring cranberry juice and vodka,

A whizz of ginger ale popping;

Scotch on the rocks knocking,

The suck of lemons from tequila shots.

Hoots, cheers, and whistles,

The whoosh of the puck in the net,

A slap-shot slams, a snapshot of time clicks.

Others banter, search for twilight patios,

Voices a “Mmmm,” as steak’s devoured.

Trendy appetizers, the crack of lobster shells.

Drinks raised ‘Slante,’ and with the beat,

The thump of the music a steady rhythm,

A driven rap-beat, a sonorous divas addition,

Soft-heated lyrics, a hopeful passage;

A shiver and, “Ah,” as favorite songs roll on.

The DJ keeps playing,

Sweat-slicked bodies brush past each other,

Hands sweep past bodies, and nobody cares,

In the sultry muggy air inside,

Or the warm sweet-air outside, night’s sigh.

No one can hear,

But the glimmer of voices are never hushed;

On the streets lit up,

Lights reviving a city, a nightly rebirth.


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#NaPoWriMo Day 21/Sunday Writing: Poem – Wrapped Refrain (1) – “The Unmaking of A Dream” #amwriting #poetry #mythology #MLMM


For Day 21 of NaPoWriMo the prompt is: “based on the myth of Narcissus. After reading the myth, try writing a poem that plays with the myth in some way.”

Combining with MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt based on the title The Unmaking of A Dream.


Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie


Narcissist so loved himself first,

Blond hair, chiseled jaw, self-love burst.

Down by the pool, his special place —

He dreams of his attractive face.

He can’t find one person with grace–

Enough to see, they’re not on par.

He’s been granted magnificence; his looks they compel,

Admiration from men and women; he loves but himself.

*****

Liriope his mother so gorgeous,

Son of river god, Cephisesus.

Brave hunter disdainful of love,

To proud to care for anyone.

Such was his vainness, he upset —

Nemesis; doesn’t regret —

His reflection, his greatest lust; adrift selfish and vain,

He resents sweet Echo’s presence, her heart aching, her pain.

*****

Some say the nymph she dwindled,

Echo Narcisse’s swindled.

“Leave me alone,” his haughty —

Tone made her stomach squirm, distraught.

She begged, she blathered, she touched him;

But he threw off her hands, voice grim,

She echoed his words; he was entranced in his visage;

No mirror, but a pool’s reflection made Echo livid.

*****

No, the rude hunter did not fade,

Nor waste away with longing gaze.

Echo did not wander until her —

Melodic voice was gone — unheard.

Stomping her foot in anger’s blaze,

She clutched Narcisse’s Hair enraged;

Drowning him in love-lorn grief; a pool of dreams his final grave,

Nemesis concurred, the hunter was best dead; self-love decayed.


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#NaPoWriMo Day 22/Tale Weavers: Poem – Blitz – “The Thirteenth Hour (Dim of Chase)” #poetry #amwriting #TaleWeavers #MLMM


For NaPoWriMo Day 22 the Prompt is: ” to take one of the following statements of something impossible, and then write a poem in which the impossible thing happens: ‘The clock can’t strike thirteen.‘”

I’m combining with Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver Prompt #166 on the theme of “exploring the sensations of being lost, not knowing where you are and realizing you are wandering aimlessly. How and/or who do you ask for help?”


Credit: Mara Eastern. Used with Permission for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie.


The clock can’t strike thirteen

Thirteens the witching hour dim

Dim as the black soundless night

Dim as every street’s the same

Same as the last and same as the next

Same figures leering in an unfathomable maze

Maze where I don’t know where here is

Maze where each turn is the wrong way

Way down cobblestone paths

Way down roads with naught but silence

Silence without comfort

Silence that hastens quivering

Quivering and deciding to go back

Quivering as I wander in circles

Circles towards the same stuccoed shops

Circles to windows with signs reading, “Closed”

Closed as midnight has long passed chimed

Closed no matter my banging on houses

Houses red-bricked, idyllic in day

House white-fenced unhearing of strangers

Strangers as I, but I am no harm

Strangers as they who follow and whisper

Whisper that I’m lost and cannot escape

Whisper of this hours unholiness

Unholiness as the demons mock my steps

Unholiness as the graveyard headstones crack

Crack as stones splits with moaning

Crack as hands reach, bloodied and fragile

Fragile as my skin sweating and chilled

Fragile as heels broken — left in bare-feet

Bare-feet blackened from putrid streets

Bare-feet cut by pebbles with each step

Step here, step there, no where leads home

Step into the inescapable hour trapped

Trapped as the chants drew me far

Trapped as I bewitched scampered

Scampered away from the party’s delights

Scampered into the sudden mist further

Further into the labyrinth, a sweet dream in daylight

Further into the hour my grandmother warned

Warned of those of dark intent who wander

Warned of the hour so few remember

Remember the creatures who frighten

Remember the creatures who chase

Chase in the thirteenth hour’s delusions

Chase me, knowing I knew better

Better despite my heart’s rapid fluttering

Delusions fade, a light burns — the wicked-hour passes


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Notable Quotes April Part Three 2018 (Special Edition) #quotes #pinterest #notablequotes


Welcome to a special 3rd Edition of Quotes for April, Yay! Enjoy!


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#NaPoWriMo Day 19/Music Challenge: Poem: Lunes – “How You Speak to Her” #amwriting #musicchallenge #poetry #MLMM


For #NaPoWriMo Day 19 the Prompt is: “to write a paragraph that briefly recounts a story, describes the scene outside your window, or even gives directions from your house to the grocery store. Now try erasing words from this paragraph to create a poem or, alternatively, use the words of your paragraph to build a new poem.”

Also, combining with MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge #24 Tim McGraw and Faith Hill’s song, “Speak To A Girl.”


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Tim McGraw & Faith Hill – “Speak To A Girl”


“Cause that’s how you talk to a woman, that’s how you speak to a girl. / That’s how you get with a lady who’s worth more than anything in your whole world. / You better respect your Mama, respect the hell out of her. / ‘Cause that’s how you talk to a woman, that’s how you speak to a girl./ That’s how you speak to, speak to her.”


Talk to a woman?

To impress?

Respect her and listen.

*****

Speak to a girl? Find —

A lady,

Worth your entire world?

*****

Then, respect Mama;

Respect her,

Like hell, so you’ll learn.

*****

That’s how you love a —

Woman, by —

How you speak to her.

*****


©Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

Promote Yourself Monday- April 23, 2018


Share your best blog link by clicking into the reblogged post from The GoDog Go Cafe. Read some other wonderful bloggers’ work too!
#GDGC #amwriting

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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.  Be sure to pick your best recent post*, because we will be choosing a Weekly Barista Favorite to be published in full on the Go Dog Go Cafe with a link back to your blog.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

*By posting below, the Baristas of the Go Dog Go Café assume permission to publish your piece on the Go Dog Go Café,  if it is chosen the Weekly Barista Favorite.  All authors will be properly cited and we will publish a link back to your blog.

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Raro’s Adogables~


The best vacation ever, shared by Cindy!


Rarotonga is the island of happy dogs. No matter what you do, a dog will come with you.

They wait at your door for you to come out.

Swimming?

If you swim, they will come along!

They swim to distant reefs with our son everyday.

Fishing?

Heck yes!

They are master fisherdogs and,

they bring their catch to you!

Hiking? Their paw prints mark your path.

Cheers to you from Rarotonga’s incredible adogables~

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Interview with Blogger: Ana Daksina – A Writer with an Authentic and Artistic Flare for Poetry and Writing #interviews #amwriting #blogggers #poetry


Welcome to another interview. Today I’m interviewing the lovely Ana Daksina of California in the U.S. Her blog is called: Timeless Classics: Poetry by Ana Daksina.


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1. Please Tell Us About Yourself, Your Writing Goals and What You Hope to Accomplish On Your Blog? 


Who I am is truly unimportant — for the purposes of poetry, I’m a willing hand with a pen in it (or these days, a mobile device with my thumb on it). All my work is channeled or inspired directly from my mind.

As for goals and hopes, I’ve often mused that the creative urge bears much resemblance to the biological urge for procreation. I have a sourceless but raging desire to spew as many fertile words to as many recipients as possible. I don’t, however, find I need to know what becomes of my poetry after it’s written and posted. 


2. What Is It Like Where You Live? When Did You Begin Writing and Blogging?


At this point, I am the quintessential poverty stricken artiste in a freezing garret. My garrett happens to be an unheated tent. I wrote my first poem at the age of nine, and have never looked back.

As for blogging, two-years ago, I released a web book on homelessness, which has been well received. In my precarious position, wobbling on the bottom rungs of our economic ladder, the acquisition of a laptop is difficult. Of course, one is needed to edit pages of writing and this is one of the worst hurdles to that accomplishment. I’ve not been successful in acquiring one to use on behalf of my poetry writing.(If anyone knows of A way to help Ana with this, please contact her here on here CONTACT PAGE.)

However, imagine my delight six-weeks ago (in December) to find that our most dignified platform — WordPress (yaaaaay!) not only permits mobile editing but has developed an app to facilitate it! I wrote my first post the moment I discovered the WordPress App on my phone.


“I have a sourceless but raging desire to spew as many fertile words to as many recipients as possible. I don’t, however, find I need to know what becomes of my poetry after it’s written and posted.” – Ana Daksina


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Credit: Simson Petrol via Unsplash – Ana’s Unwritten Poetry and Ideas 🙂 

3. Where Do You Find Your Inspiration and Motivation to Keep Writing and Blogging? Tell Us More About Why You Write? 


I can’t seem to help my damn-self, to be truthful about it 🙂 Also, blogging online is much easier, blue-ballpoints pens are a b*tch. As Ana writes on her About Page on blog site:


“The power of rhythmic words . . . brings us [and her] into closer contact with all that is deepest, highest, and finest in each of [ourselves].” She also writes to provide ” inspiration to continue offer[ing] the world all [she has] to . . . offer it.” As well, she hopes that in blogging and writing, that her our “heart[s our] mirror[s] of [hers] and that [people] realize how beautiful [they truly] are.” – Ana Dakinsa


4. What Are Your Blogging Habits? What Do You Enjoy Most About Writing? Is There A Particular Time of Day You Like to Write Most? 


A blog is like a baby — one thinks about it all the time, checks on it constantly talks to it frequently, and cheerfully burps it after meals. In short, you have nurture your blog as you would a child. All in all, I feel that writing, in itself, its ecstasy, so I keep to writing. Extremely late at night, I find the wavelengths in my mind quiet and clear. The transmission of words to screen sharpens for me then, and I write my best work.


“All in all, I feel that writing, in itself, its ecstasy, so I keep on writing.” – Ana Daksina


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5. Are Your Working on Any Specific Writing Projects? Do You Have Any Published Writing or Poetry? 


I recently completed a seven sonnet series based on different reasons to be thankful. Also, I have been given the heads up for a couple more similar series on other subjects that are soon to come through for me. 

I’ve been published over the decades in isolated publications all over the world. Unfortunately, this life has featured sufficient upheaval, in that my records of these publications are now lost (along with my first 1500 pages of other writing). I’ve also published a chapbook of original poetry called, Didn’t We Dance, which is now out of print. It was released by Artaud’s Elbow, North Beach, San Francisco when I was in my twenties and second-generation Beats were still gathering at the Spaghetti Factory for live readings.

Also, I’ve written a web-book called, The New Holocaust: Homelessness in America and What We Can Do About It. This book was given beautiful page-long reviews by both Rebelle and Namaste and is creates compassion in over thirty-six nations. (MAKE SURE YOU CHECK THIS BLOG SITE OUT! AMAZING!!!)


6. Can You Briefly Describe Your Writing Process? 


  • Wait for the right call.
  • Grab my phone
  • Move the thumb on the keyboard as fast as it will go, taking dictation.
  • Done! Rarely is there a need for me to edit my poetry. A typical sonnet completes itself in five to fifteen minutes.

I live breathe, eat, and sleep poetry. The rest is incidental. 


“Also, I’ve written a web-book called, The New Holocaust: Homelessness in America and What We Can Do About It. This book was given beautiful page-long reviews by both Rebelle and Namaste and is creates compassion in over thirty-six nations.” – Ana Daksina


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Credit: Celeste Horrocks via Unsplash 

7. Do Your Prefer Certain Writing or Reading Genres? Is There Anything Else You’d Like To Share With Us?


After my writing is complete, I’m left with poetry in about as many voices and styles as the English language is heir to. So I often reread those.

Oh, hell yes! There are two hundred poetic and quotational rants on my site which would make a beginning… but you can check out my blog to read those! Here’s the link again: Timeless Classics.


8. Do You Have Any Favorite Blogs? 


I do love almost every WordPress offering that I come across, but I do have a couple of favorite blogs:


9. Can You Share With Us A Few Links For Your Blogs, Some of Your Favorites? 


Because of the great variety of voices in which I speak through in my poetry and other writing, a truly representational sampling would comprise the extensive listing of works. Here, however, are a handful that readers might enjoy: 


This is The Passion . . .

By

Ana Daksina

(Free Verse)

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Credit: Ana Daksina 

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this is the passion
... with which the deafening beethoven
pounded his piano
the passion
which saw gandhi 
saw the hunger strikers 
dwindle away into just skin and bone  
this is the knife-edged, unfulfilled passion 
which set christ to writhing on the cross 
the passion of life 
which springs up through cracks in the cement
and endures the footsteps of the passing masses
this is the howling 
which followed the early ones 
into the lions' dens 
over the prairies 
across the bulwarks behind the lines of the enemy camp 
which spiraled down with each kamikaze 
and finds its home underground 
in the deep damp woods or city sewers 
howling 
among the workers 
of all the past, present and future 
resistances 
of the world
this is the knowledge 
guarded with the suffering silence 
of untold generations of plain humble wizards  
unrobed, ascetic 
free in their bondage
wand'rers of air 
the burning liquid rolling in waves through their veins  
the burning 
of human torches 
who have yearned to be free 
and who would not be silent 
because the words rose up 
and spilled forth from their tongues like honey 
the draught 
written of all through the ages 
requiring a pure vessel 
for its ultimate 
volatile 
essence
this is the passion, this  
must be the passion  
nothing can stem its flow  
not my four year old kid's hippo slippers 
not the cold heavy metal  
of all the machinery of all the world 
not my own tender smallness 
not the desire for something to eat or drink  
in this godforsaken place  
where i happened to be
when this happening found me 
not even the shortage 
of paper at hand 
since it after all 
can still be scratched 
in the dirt
this is the connection 
this is the substance 
this was the message they all tried to get across 
this is the desire 
for the life that was ours before time began and  
could be again 
this is the intoxicating  
possible 
vision 
this is 
and always has been 
the passion

*****


Here’s Some More of Ana’s Wonderful Work!



Thanks so much to Ana for filling out the interview questions and sharing with us all your wonderful and authentic artistic flare, and perspective on poetry and life. I’ll see you soon for another writer or author interview.


©Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

#NaPoWriMo Day 20/Tale Weavers: Poem – Free Verse – “Ember of Glory” #amwriting #poetry #MLMM #TaleWeavers


For #NaPoWriMo Day 20 the Prompt is: ” to write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. The speaker or subject of the poem could defy a rule or structure that’s been placed on them, or the poem could begin by obeying a rule and then proceed to break it.

Also, combining with Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie TaleWeavers Prompt “exploring the concept of longing. What is it you long for? Health, holiday, freedom, love, understanding, acceptance.”


Credit: Robert Lukeman via Unsplash


These cubicles, they’re full —

But outside there’s fresh -air and freedom.

A world to explore, to engage to the core,

Outside these thin walls is liberty.

No more work burdens to bear,

So, the mountains and city steps I’ll climb.

And these cubicles, I’ll slice them full of holes,

Tacking up scenic pictures to inspire my soul.

Nature’s vibrant purple-skies as storms roll in,

Waterfalls that crash, and streams that gurgle.

Cars that absorb the grind of the rocky-road,

Spring zipping through the highways on four-wheels.

All in all, I’m forlorn, for the wide-great outdoors,

Scented pine-needles and decaying earth.

Wings of bubble-bees as they hit the breeze,

And flutter into pale-pink roses.

I’ll knock down these walls with hammers and saws,

Because no architect supposed workers crave sunlight.

No builder thought windows were essential to breathe,

That these gray walls, dense recycled air —

Aren’t places for humans to exist;

To flourish and grow, to be creative and problem-solve.

They’re the prisons where we labor to earn —

The visage of sunlight on rippling waters.

Oceans crashing against rocks —

The flow of rivers down the banks,

And the hustle of people as they swarm live-festivals,

Scamper for cool beer and watermelon.

When we peer to the ceiling, we’re searching for the sky,

So, you can call security, but either way, I’m escaping.

The green-grass is sweet and calling to me;

My heart beats for the tides’ ankle-deep caress.

And a tangerine sunset, it lives inside me,

The ember of glory that leads the way,

Through the dull-dread of each dreary workday.


©Mandibelle16. (2018).All Rights Reserved.