A Quick Blog Party


Share a blog post and meet some new bloggers on Vogue N Vibes Blog Party! #amwriting #blogparty

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Hey guys! I am throwing a quick blog party because its the holiday season and also because its my 2nd BLOGVERSARY tomorrow!!! I hope you guys enjoy this and share lots of positivity and happiness with all the bloggers and creators out there!

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  1. You have got to be FOLLOWING my blog !
  2. Like this post.
  3. Comment a mini description of your blog, what it is about, what kind of posts do you usually make, etc.
  4. Include a link to your blog, if you want.
  5. Interact with some other bloggers.
  6. Have fun!

That’s all that you need to know about my Blog Party! And now without any further ado, let’s partyyyyyyyy!

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Poem: Free Verse – “Wildfire” #amwritingpoetry #godoggocafe


Here’s a poem I wrote for The Go Dog Go Cafe. #amwritingpoetry

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I am a wildfire,

A star that effervesces and multiplies;

Miracle of light.

Seeking love despite, for my innate wildness.

I am a wildfire,

And untamed with light despite,

Treacherous treks through crumbling peaks,

Shadows of the dimmest valley’s bleak.

Glowing through the vast unbroken wilderness.

I am a wildfire,

I spark with kindling thrumming in my chest;

I am a light-dancer,

Spinning with graceful footsteps,

I arabesque, plié with my aching feet;

And wild light, the rhythm of each day, consumes me.

I’m a wildfire, and in the pitch tar of silent night,

My flames draw you nigh.

When the stars mask their sparkle,

As they speed to earth, a trail of glimmer,

Stardust shimmers in their wake.

The match-sparker, streaming endless fusion;

An eternal blaze, the flickering of all candle wicks — hearths long without warmth.

So, that in this time of…

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Tale Weavers/Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “Stardust Love” #amwritingpoetry #TaleWeavers #PhotoChallenge


Thanks to Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Tale Weaver’s on the concept of night or the evening. Also, thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting photo challenge.


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Starry night, veil across smooth skin.

The evening tide arrives,

Darkness rides on velvet wings of charcoal-black.

A midnight hour lit with dreams,

Stars that glisten and glitter;

The star of all stars shines truest.

Jewel of golden light, snarled in a crown of thorns.

Hope of tomorrow, every child, & every person passed;

For ages awaiting an infant mild.

Mirth in the twilight, the evening passes,

With brushes and paint,

A muse of mystery and dancing light, crosses the canvas of your skin.

A rare and glorious place,

Where painted medium engraves each curve.

The dip of your back, shoulder blades relaxed.

Breath respired as the paint dries; the lense snaps your beauty.

A Vangoghesque masterpiece, and the light of a brilliant star.

Our Christmas miracle in a moment,

For now, left adrift by the pendulum of time.

A lover’s dusk for —

I with my brushes and cherished paints;

You humming centuries old melodies.

A Holy night, Angels crying glory, as Three Kings journey.

Miracle in a stable; thus, miracles for mere humans.

They’re what we breathe and live,

Blessed in evening tide,

With stardust love;

Gloria Excelsis Deo.


©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Carnival Memories” #amwritingpoetry #3LineTales


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


Credit: Harpal Singh via Unsplash.


Carnival night’s flash ethereal; dreams —

Hope’s gossamer moments;

Merry-go-rounds, buttery popcorn.

*****

Glory-days, infused cotton-candy,

Familiar sweetness; children’s —

Giggles echo beyond Winter’s cage.

****

Mini-donuts melt mouth-watering,

White lights; Cherub’s —

Gallop, neighing horses, summertime’s myth.

*****


©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

Should You Write What You Know?


From Ryan Lanz. . . Using What ‘Tou Know’ in writing the right way! #anwritingfiction #writing

A Writer's Path

They say to write what you know, but should you? We’ve all heard this writing advice. But what if you’re writing a far-out story, like fantasy or science fiction? In this post, we’ll explore what it truly means to write what you know. It could mean something different than you think.

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Three Line Tales: Fiction – Future Change #amwritingfiction #3LineTales


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


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There’s a butter gingerbread house peeking through the refinery basins. An out of place dwelling reminding me that all eras and styles of design must merge; the essence of past centuries meet in the present. A chemical acridness fades at the refineries as residents don’t comprehend efficient and green technology used to refine oil today; people forget merging the old and new is a necessity for future change.


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Promote Yourself Monday – December 10, 2018


Share your best work @ The Go Dog Go Cafe #GoDogGoCafe #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.

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

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Notable Quotes: Part One, December 2018 #notablequotes #pinterest #quotes


Welcome, this is late, better late than never I suppose. This week is my last Steeped Tea Event for December, except maybe Boxing Day. My last 2018 charity event is Monday, called the ‘Snowflake Ball’ for a children’s hospital wing, in the University Hospital in my city. I’m excited, but I know it will be a long one by the end of the night. Enjoyable too. There are so many worthy causes out there and I love that I can be apart of them. Looking forward to the fashion at this one too.

I have a couple of stops left to Christmas shop before the 24th, & also Christmas baking, cards, and special foods, those kinds of things to prepare once work is done for awhile. This year has turned out to be so different than many other years. Both, in ways I’m glad about and also in taking giant leaps — I’m still in the process of figuring life out. I wish this involved writing more, but I’ve gained experience in other areas I hope will be useful in the future. Here and there I get to write a poem, and comment. These are the most relaxing times for me. Sometime I will have a lot more to say then, what I can say right now. But it’s been a good year — answered prayers, and time to catch up on some quotes.


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Pay It Forward Thursday- December 06, 2018


Share your fav pieces from other bloggers. Today’s the day to do this! Click in my reblogged post and share away from your mentors, and want-to-be-likes, wish-I-could-write-likes, and those who inspire you too. #godoggocafe #amwriting

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Pay It Forward 7-4-2018

The baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe are big fans of Pay It Forward Thursdays. We think it is a great opportunity to give a shout-out to another writer who has wowed us or creatively inspired us.  However, Pay It Forward Thursday has not been getting a lot of love lately, which we think is a shame. Dear reader, you are losing out on some great writing! We’ve decided to shake things up a little and the baristas will be reblogging our Pay It Forward picks for the week directly onto GDG Cafe so you don’t miss out on our favorites.

We like this idea so much that we will also reblog the posts you think were the best thing you read this week if you drop a link below. You are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from someone…

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#OctPoWriMo Day 31/Sunday Writing Prompt: Poem — “Plain Sight” #amwritingpoetry #SundayWritingPrompt #MLMM


For OctPoWriMo Day 31 the Prompt is the word endless. I’m combining with MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt based on the Sylvia Plath letter quote: “I talk to God, but the sky is empty.” so glad to be done OctPoWriMo two-months later. It took awhile, but I’m happy it’s done in time for Christmas. Lol.


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Words in the tumbled breeze,

Chatter of birds in early light;

Blinding my ears to fright.

Intense azure glows, I cover my eyes;

It burns, it burns,

What a fright, what a fright.

Restless, my ears ringing as if I’ve spent all night,

With giant speakers, there jarring blare.

And oh, my eyes how they sting,

Such terrible light blinds me in fear.

How can such gleaming light be wonderful?

For me, it’s a curse.

No afternoon delight, but hellish nightmare.

The hammer’s swift; I the rock pit —

It’s pulsing, the rhythmic pain seething.

Lips moaning pleas,

Make it stop, but its unceasing.

Not after strong coffee as my stomach lurches,

Nor over toast I spit-out disgusted.

My skin, elephant tusks envy such paler.

No wine or liquor could cause,

A tinge so blue as the veins in my wrist.

Such hopelessness,

A putrid cycle of faithlessness.

Once I believed, now I am lost;

Lamb to the slaughter, must I too sputter?

Have my heart carved,

Gurgling water, blood in the tide.

But the tawny bird near my ear,

He flew inside my broken pane.

He cocks his stubborn head,

Eyes rapid; he mutters, words pained.

His left wing slops,

Tossed from the nest, now he rests near me.

I’ve not the heart to twist his neck,

Though his wing be his death.

But oh, he chirps, eyes rapid,

He sings despite his tepid clawed-steps.

Tiny talons gripping my pillow.

He sings, peers outside,

Aware he can’t fly;

We both can’t.

So, we stare in confusion,

Peering at each other, eye to eye.

Both defenselessness,

We know will soon be cut down.

Yet, while I groan, bird tweets,

The funniest chirps, as if conversing.

He’s livid until I arise, bring him a saucer;

Sups his water, munches sunflower seeds.

He try’s to flutter, my heart leaps —

He flails to the floor.

His eyes see cerulean horizons,

Not wretched revolt.

I’m mad at God,

He made the bird disabled.

But as I curse — bird’s tawny head shakes, beak twerps.

It occurs to me,

He sees more than ‘something’ out there.

If he can chatter at me unperturbed by my size,

Then, fling himself towards the sky —

Only to fall,

Perhaps than, faith can also fly again?

If God can mend my wounded heart,

With nails, grit embedded deep,

Can my feathered mate,

Have his wing set straight?

Perhaps, yes?

Then we can both soar,

And peer to the azure, the Heavens.

Recognize that this ‘something,’

Isn’t intangible, isn’t hiding,

It’s in plain sight,

Crystalline truth sudden,

In opulent morning breeze.


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