Photo Challenge/Tale Weaver: Poem – Free Verse – “Stairway from Forever Winter” #amwriting #poetry #TaleWeavers #PhotoChallenge #MLMM


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting photo challenge #220. Also, thanks to Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Tale Weaver prompt on the them of a voyage of discovery.


Credit: Silvia Grav


Shivering as if I’m shedding,

As if I’ll never know heat;

Or a belly without ache.

Crisp bacon and sausage sizzles,

French toast with cream cheese;

Clouds of whipped cream,

Maple syrup flowing in valleys;

Sweet strawberry jam,

Tart on my tongue,

The crisp-softness of toast;

Homemade bread devoured.

Orange juice with champagne,

Sweetness and fizzing bubbles.

Chatter, hands passing,

Sniggers and giggles;

Raising the bar; the bets are laid —

Who can eat the most pancakes?

There is plenty in this dream,

Richness and generosity abounds —

Reality’s barren and frosted.

No warmth of hugs or arms over shoulders,

Until a burning stillness settles.

The sensation of hovering above,

Until your firefly soul lifts.

The memory of family, breakfast with ice-cream,

Strawberry sauce and flaked croissants;

Of food so boundless that all gnawing hunger’s abolished.

No daydream with clawing pains,

Only serenity, path into a place —

Where loved ones suffer not.

Where there’s no war to justify —

No battle to survive;

Nor land that will not thaw to grow.

Above, there’s glowing prosperity,

A joyfulness that never pales.

No ice-white skin preserved in chill,

No forever winter.

A flame that flickers and overwhelms,

Sparks and heat spread,

As butter melts on fresh bread.

Reflecting on golden streets,

A feast as none knew before.

Temporality extinguished,

The relief of a forever home

Not hunger nor strife.

It’s unimaginable,

But after all the misery —

This stairway’s an easy flight.


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Notable Quotes: July Part Three 2018 – Special Edition #quotes #pinterest #NotableQuotes


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Sunday Writing Prompt: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Feed Me” #amwriting #poetry #MLMM #SamaritansPurse


Also thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie ‘s Sunday Writing Prompt based on a cause near and dear to our hearts.


If you feel so inclined you can donate towards ending impoverished children’s hunger, and towards their betterment through education at:


Credit: Google – Go Fund Me for Samaritan’s Purse


Feed me, a child starving during last bell,

Give healthcare, no dirty water in the well.

For a coin, a donation receipt dealt.

I’ll help my family, the week will be swell.

Cloth me; I need not Prada, pearls from shells,

I’m suffering in an earthly hell.

So, do as God says, give to those who’ve less —

While you too flourish, and pamper yourselves.

There are parts of the earth — they’re called third-world,

Where baby’s stomach’s bloat, so malnourished.

Where disease’s rampant, and poverty’s a curse —

It’s not their fault, so halt your insults hurled.

Improve their lives; buy pencils, books for school.

Let no child ride the metaphorical Hearse.


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#NaPoWriMo Day 3/100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Free Verse – “Devouring Candy Up High” #poetry #amwriting #MLMM


For NaPoWriMo Day 3, the poetry Prompt is: Today, we challenge you to try this out yourself by writing a list poem in which all the items are made-up names. If band names don’t inspire, how about a list of titles for romantic novels?

Thanks also to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesday Week 61.


Credit: Yeshi Kangrang


M&M’s, Hubba-Bubba Gum, Gummy Bears, and Sour Patch kids,

Reese’s Pieces Peanut-Butter Cups, devoured with Junior Mints.

KitKat bars, ‘Oh Henry bars, Bubble-Gum tape, and sugar-filled Pixie Sticks,

Aero, Fuzzy Peaches, Pop Rocks, and Sour Worms, all eaten.

You might prefer Jelly Worms, while I suck on Sour Soothers,

While I lick my fingers after Sour Skittles and Smarties.

Peanut M&M’s, Snickers, Mar’s Bars, Mr. Big’s —

I like only the first and the last.

Three Musketeers, Slurpies from 7-11, Trident gum in coffee or pineapple,

Lick-A-Maid, Red Liquorice, Werther’s originals, Cow Pies, and I’ve tried them all.

Gummy Frogs, Raspberry Gummies, Lemon Drops, Chocolate Rosettes, and RootBeer Candy Sticks.

Mint Melties, Peppermint Patties, Sea Shell Chocolates, Macaroons, and Hershey’s Dark- Almond,

Lays’ Barbecue-Chips, Hostess Dill-Pickle chips too.

Many treats, each and every one I’ve tried.

I once ate them atop this towering building,

As the sunset with cascading rainbow clouds flashed — as I ate from my stash.

But, that was years ago,

Today I know, I must wisely choose,

Only the finest will I devour — or my youthful body will ’round.’


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#NaPoWriMo Day 1/ Saturday Mix: Poem – Quadrille – “Chaste-less Addiction” #poetry #amwriting


Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: Today, we challenge you to write a poem that is based on a secret shame, or a secret pleasure. Also, thanks to Sarah of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting ‘Opposing Forces for Saturday Mix, March 3, 2018. The words are melt and freeze, and East and West.


Credit: Jordan Mathieu via Unsplash


Puffs of breathe,

Frosted air.

Words un-melting;

Lies freeze tongues.

Intrepid fibber;

Eyes dart East,

Then, West.

Towards lunar orb,

Free to wax and wane.

Your escape — impossible.

Wrappers, boxes —

Unconcealed.

Sweet eyes crinkle,

Mirth, laughter.

Gooey caramel,

Caresses tongues.

Chocolate dissolves,

Ice-cream compels,

Chaste-less addiction.


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#OctPoWriMo Day 15/ Three Line Tales: Poem – Senyru – “Sickly Fog” #3LineTales #poetry #amwriting 


OctPoWriMo Day 15 is a Prompt on fighting the urge to throw up. Also, combining this prompt with #3LineTales from Sonya of Only 100 Words

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5,7,5

Fighting to write, hands —

Aching, mind floats without food;

Words feel too vital.

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Glass corners, eyes tired, 

Hands cut, sharp letters,

Indigo tip sticks. 

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Head spins, stomach turns, 

Pause — stomach needs sustenance;

Mind clears sickly fog. 

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Photo Challenge: Poem – Quadrille – “Balancing Acts” #poetry #dVerse #photochallenge


Thanks to Miss of #dVerse Poet’s Pub for hosting this week’s quadrille (44 words) on Fall/Seasonal spices. Also thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo challenge. 

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Credit: Brooke Shaden

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Fall’s return to, 

Tempestuous ocean. 

An aromatic, 

Balancing act. 

Pumpkin spice, 

Cinnoman, cloves, 

Float as —

Crumpled leaves falling, 

Waif thin, acrid. 

Blending with, 

Seaweed breeze. 

Crabs corpses. 

With sage, allspice,  

Aromas overcoming, 

Rot’s oder. 

With pleasurable scent —

Of apple pie. 

Vermilion coat skirted, 

Breath hanging,

Summer’s —

Candy- apple bikini, 

Forlorne. 

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Exclusive Dirt #flashfiction #amwriting 


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW. 

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Credit: @Shivamt25

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Allison arrived at the local coffee shop for her morning tea. Her duchshund, Peppy, trotted beside her. His ears stood alert as he waited for his morning treat. The coffee shop was also an independant tea shop. There were black teas, fruit teas, herbal teas, white teas, green teas, and all kinds of delicious tea blends. 

When Allison asked the barista for a mango green tea, Trisha sighed. “Sorry, Allison. We’ve had to cut back on teas we serve. We only serve three unique kinds each day. Too much competition with David’s Tea.” 

“Okay, what should I try?” 

“How about the pineapple, squash, and blueberry fruit tea.” 

“Not a fan of that mix, Trisha.” 

“How about chocolate and marshmallow with asparagus?”

Allison closed her eyes for a moment. “Any Irish Breakfast tea with a twist of lemon? Or green tea with papaya?” 

Trisha shook her head. “No, our tea selections are three exclusive flavors each day.” 

Allison rubbed her eyes. “I’ll have a medium latte.” 

“You don’t drink lattes,” 

“Today I do.” 

Trisha bent to give Peppy his treat. While Allison sat down, reading the paper and sipping her latte. 

Then she felt as if she was going to throw up, spitting a mouthful of latte into her napkin. 

Even the lattes had become exclusive. This one tasted like dirt. 

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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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Tale Weaver: Poem – Lunes – “A Day Shopping” #taleweavers #poetry #shopping #amwriting 


Thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting August 26, 2017 Tale Weaver prompt on shopping

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Much is proffered buying, selling —

Various types clothing, 

Makeup, perfume, jewelry, and scarves.

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If the price’s too rich, 

We’ll window shop, 

Try on Channel, Dior, anyways. 

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Perhaps we’ll wait until they’re —

Sales in stores, 

We can afford buying from.

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Buy what we love quality and —

Better priced, classic —

Natural fabrics, Aubrey Hepburn styles. 

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Maybe we’ll test perfumes floral, 

On papers, wrists, 

Apply thirty facial highlighters glimmering.

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Perhaps we’ll find the right —

Shade, skintone for —

Foundation that’s wonderful, covers perfectly. 

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Maybe we’ll smother ourselves in —

Silk scarves with —

Rainbow colours; every size, shape. 

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Trying on high heels our —

Legs appearing long, 

Gorgeous, aching feet all night. 

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What about something delicate, silken —

To sleep in;

Matching five-inch Jimmy Choos. 

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Silk blue sweaters, wool coats, 

Little black dresses —

Hugging curves; cotton-stretch v-necks,

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Knee-high leather boots winter’s —

Calling; gold sandals —

For summer’s heat, beach vacation. 

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Rose-gold necklaces polished, tangled, 

Pearls rings gleaming; 

Nail polish, pink blush, lipsticks —

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Matte or moisturizing, sparkling, holographed. 

Moisturizer, anti-aging —

Serums with Retinol, Vitamin whatever. 

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How about we stop driving —

Home; explore the —

Market, pet the dogs, purchase —

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Crisp baby carrots, fresh corn.

Peaches and cherries; 

Blushing nectarines, just-picked raspberries. 

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Homemade wine, high alcohol content —

Breath in reds, 

Touch of tartness, sweet white —

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Rieslings; homemade tequila or moonshine, 

Slushy strawberry margaritas. 

Apple-pies warm, mince-meat pie —

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For Dad; with shortbread that —

Melts slowly on,

Our tongue, gourmet chocolate gelato. 

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Dog treats for ‘good dogs,’ 

Organic peanut butter —

Grandma’s homemade raspberry jelly too. 

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How about honey straight from —

Bee hives dripping, 

Into hot tea at night.

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They’re various heavenly delights,

But only so —

Much money in our pockets. 

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