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#OctPoWriMo Day 26/Tale Weavers: Poem – Free Verse – “Never Again” #taleweavers #poetry #amwriting


OctPoWriMo 26 has a picture theme today, so see below. I’m combining with Tale Weaver Prompt #141 from  Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie. The Tale Weavers Prompt is on the legends of unicorns. 

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Credit: Piotr Siedlecki – Public Domain

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Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie from Michael

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Magic and myth collide, 

Rare, blissful; 

Amazingly significant. 

Hooves strong enough, 

To gallop up on dove white wings. 

Of Pegasus ‘ lineage, 

Eyes blue,

Lapiz Luzili crystals. 

Gentle and mild, 

Unicorn horn of —

Ivory as elephants; 

Kin of narwhales. 

Shadowfax at the dawn, 

Galloping in the light. 

Awe and realization, 

A tiny hope blossoms, 

As the fire around us burns, 

On your back, 

I’m not even singed. 

My legs hold me close, 

Bareback riding, 

Feeling muscles, 

Awe inspiring strength. 

Hot breath labored, 

To safety we fly. 

In the clouds above the moon, 

Where the sun rises, 

Droppimg on the softness, 
Of the Pacific’s wet sand. 

Then you are gone, 

Unabashed of —

The stories strangers will tell.

Feeling your history, 

The loss of your kin, 

Your presence is —

A rarity. 

Noble and elegant, 

Completely authentic. 

Like no other, 

It’s why we call what’s rare, 

A unicorn, 

For it and you, 

 Will never be again.

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#OctPoWriMo Day 23/TaleWeavers: Poem – Free Verse – “Curses and Betrayels” #amwriting #poetry #taleweavers 


For OctPoWriMo Day 23 the Prompt is on the Greek Mythology tale of Iris the Godess or Rainbows and Arke her twin sister and what is the message of their tale.  I’m combining this with the Tale Weavers prompt making sense of nonsense, using the nonsensical word cloppsright from Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

Credit: Mahkeo via Unsplash

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Cloppsright, a definition,

A stereo type;

What they swear. 

Not the lively, 

Iris’s fresh brilliance,

Providing hope, 

After the storm. 

I’m but a shape, 

The form an arch;

One fallen, 

A woman of sin. 

Cloppsright, the curse. 

Most use the ‘F’ word these days,

But it used to describe,

Their thoughts,

On a goddesses betrayal.

Chapped lips snarling, learing, 

At my black corsettes, ruby red gowns, 

Too showy, such a whore

A little cloppsright

Nothing compared to her radiance, 

Iris the light. 

The brightness of painting pigments. 

A sky of azure vivacity,

She’s utter joy. 

I’m the darkness, 

That seeps inbetween good, 

Twisting its form. 

The feeling in a room,

Causing you to shiver,

Your hair to rise on end, 

When the house is quiet,

When floorboards creak, 

My thoughts of loathing, 

Of disgust, wreck the night. 

For I am the tempestuous storm,

And she is the finale, 

The glory of a promise made and kept. 

Betrayal is a poison, 

And she is but an Iris

A beaming delight, a flower. 

But I’m more than an Arke

Shaping lights reflection. 

Let her compose and carry, 

Her own color. 

I’ve torn myself from the sky, 

The darker twin.

The seductive cloppsright so fallen, 

Nature’s disgrace;

Yet still there is power, 

In the silence,

Of grim nights, 

Before your fears become real;

My messages bring death

Swear and say cloppsright,

Curse me in your native tongue.

For Iris she withers and Arke rises,

Up into the angry heavens. 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 12/ Tale Weavers: Poem – Sestina – “The Reluctant Princess” #amwriting #poetry #taleweavers 


OctPoWriMo Day 12 is a poem on theme of imagination. It also has a special poetry form called a Sestina. I’m combining this prompt with Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt of a reluctant princess. 

“A sestina is 39 lines, 6 stanzas with 6 lines each plus a tag. Begin with 6 words of your choice.Take those words and rotate them at the ends of your stanzas. They rotate in a round with the last word of the last line being the last word of the first line in the next stanza. Your lines can be any length, though it just looks nicer if they’re quite regular.” 

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Credit: Luke Marshall via Unsplash

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Princess wishing for saving but her mind

Changes thought after awhile left waiting. 

Time goes by and the princess, she contrives —

Better plans to be herself, to fulfill dreams

Caring not if Prince Charming’s attractive, 

She drugs the dragon, starts ever-after. 

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In boy’s clothes, leaves for her ever-after, 

Princess shunning a dusty castle mind —

Focused on the path past the moat, awaits, 

Challenges, aspirations, contriving —

And listing, all she desires to do, dreams —

A life that is hers, no dull prince, unattractive

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She swims easily through water not attracting

Guard who had watched her forever-after.

She climbs past the moat, into sunshine, mind —

Reeling at the brightness of dawn; she’s waiting

To slip into the forest contriving

Survival though sheltered, planning her dreams. 

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Who should come to ruin her heartfelt, desired dreams? 

But a mean grumpy prince so unattractive —

Manners, pretty, not her ever-after —

She kicks fragile parts; she has a sharp mind —

Laughing, runs to whatever in life awaits, 

Inexperienced but smart, she contrives —

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Her new life, with hidden coins she contrives

To buy a home, train for job of dreams.

Country home and teaching school, sounds attractive

Her imagination’s wild ever-after, 

It’s the person she is, needs no prince, minds —

Respecting him — an awful fate waiting, 

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Though the dumb prince chases her, she’s waiting —

When he’s down she escapes and contrives

New methods for hopeful life, while dreaming —

Plans to go where she’ll not attention attract. 

Off to the Americas ever-after. 

Away from being controlled, at peace in mind

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 7/Tale Weavers: Poem – Blitz – “Still So Unreal” #amwriting #taleweavers #poetry 


Today’s OctPoWriMo theme is going to far or crossing the line. I’m combining this prompt with  Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Taleweavers prompt on rejection. 

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Unnumb the pain, make me feel

Unnumb the pain it’s so unreal

Unreal enough that it’s too real

Unreal enough that hurts all the more

More was hurtful, you crossing lines

More was insidious and harmful 

Harmful, you were supposed to protect

Harmful because my wounds are jagged 

Jagged life, you’ve blessed me with 

Jagged life, do you know how I feel? 

Feel, do you feel at all? Have empathy? 

Feel, is your body as numb as mine? 

Mine is aching and empty

Mine has a hole in my stomach

Stomaching your betrayal

Stomaching your cruelty 

Cruelty that lingers and nips

Cruelty that cannot be blocked out

Out of my mind, my body 

Out of my heart, my soul 

Soulless, why’d you have to be this way? 

Soulless, saw your vacant eyes and knew all along 

Along, I go away from you, 

Along I go with opportunities 

Opportunities to thrive and learn

Opportunities to be a better person 

Person who loves

Person who forgets

Forgets your terrible denial, rejection

Forgets that I crossed the line 

Lines demarcated that said don’t ask for more, 

Line demarcated that brought up your walls

Walls, fortified structures 

Walls, yours, aren’t my fault

Fault lies with us both

Faults, we’re all of of us flawed 

Flawed as together we had too many 

Flawed as the night without stars

Stars as your eyes that drew me in 

Stars going off with your velvet touch

Touch, the experience not forgotten

Touch, yours is but a memory

Memory, nostalgia not reality 

Memory of the best times and the worst

Worst memories at the end

Worst memories haunt me still

Still I’ve moved on and I’m happy

Still I’ve found a way to love life

Life has no garuntees, but I’m okay 

Happy, today, that word describes me well

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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? Life’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 rail —

Not often, but when I’m tired, frustrated, 

When my short term memory is flustered. 

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 had my blessings and wasn’t ill, 

I desire my full health, yet I’m fulfilled. 

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

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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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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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Shopping Loudge Unsplash
Credit: Loudge via Unsplash

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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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Tale Weavers: Poem – Quadrille – “Knock on Wood” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse #taleweavers 


Thanks to Lorraine of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting her last Tale Weavers Prompt. Bravo Lorraine you will be missed. Her prompt theme is superstitions. I’m combining this prompt with Bodhirose from Poet’s Pub #dVerse open link night. 

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Credit: Patrick Fore via UnSplash

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Knock on wood,

What if the expected —

Won’t be? 

Knock on wood,

Vulgar spirits disperse, 

Snake slither down. 

Knock on wood, 

We’re all superstitious, 

Chase back wickedness. 

Knock on wood, 

So, life remains sweet. 

Knock on wood, 

Never laugh at the Fates, 

Your string’s taut. 

Knock on wood, 

As did our — 

Grandparents of old.  

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The Impression That I Get” – The Mighty Mighty Bosstones 

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Tale Weavers: Poem – Wrapped Refrain (1) – “For the Little” #amwriting #poetry #taleweaver


Thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Tale Weaver’s Prompt August 10, 2017. The prompt has to do with birth

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JV Garcia via UnSplash

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Or lives may fade, flicker out,

Although time is short, new youth shout. 

Wild being young; then mellow, 

As life reaches end, they’ll bellow. 

At death’s cruelty at snatching, 

Their loved ones stolen before their time, thus grasped —

Death doing his duty, aiding the sick to pass. 

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In grief we forget they’re two sides, 

More than death, new life born crying.

Lusty wales, that mother’s yearn —

To hear when their baby’s have learned, 

Peace in the womb, is no longer.

Time to live, greet both Dad and Mom; 

Promise of life, legacy in children cherished, 

We all die, but we also train the youth and build them. 

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As necessary as death, is —

Our sweet infants crying so hard. 

Swaddled, held close, loved with full hearts, 

Provided best, us making do —

With the old, ensuring kids have food. 

All their needs, some wants, so they know they too belong. 

Not spoiling, letting them control, but nurturing strong. 

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So baby held within my arms, 

I promise you, here there’s no harm. 

As a babe and child, I can keep —

You safe, but you’ll grow learning; sweets —

Too many you’ ll become ill and keen

You don’t listen, life can be mean — 

It’s no piece of cake; but I’ll let you be little, although —

You’ll hate me; life has enough time for forgiveness too. 

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Tale Weavers: Poem – Quadrille – “The Torrent” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse #taleweavers


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this #tale weaver prompt on ‘a Kiss.’ Also thanks to Victoria C.Slotto of #dVerse Poet’s Pub for hosting this week’s quadrille Prompt on the theme of fear. 

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Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie- Google Free Images

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Sacrificial, 

Abates fear;

Men’s physical force. 

Unevocative kisses. 

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Few nights, 

But kissing you, 

Matter. 

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Mouths collide, 

Hands seek skin. 

Nipping lips, 

Electric storms —

Ignite. 

Lips feather —

Eyelids. 

Tasting earlobes, 

 “Losing Control.” 

Desperate kisses, 

Bonfire roars. 

Bouncer reminds, 

“Closing time.” 

Torrent of fervor. 

Fearful of never, 

Experiencing, 

Blood- rushing

Glory again 

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