Notable Quotes: February 2018 Part Two #pinterest #quotes #notablequotes

Good Morning. Welcome to February’s Notable Quote second edition. Please enjoy and hope your special someone remembers Valentine’s Day, or if not, you were able to do something nice for yourself or others in your life.

As for me, I’m busy but doing well. I’m freelancing and doing a writer’s bootcamp on Facebook. It’s also a great place to have your worked critique if your serious writer, writing a short story or a novel. So far the bootcamp is extremely relevant and I love it. TheFacebook group is called: Writer’s World. You will need permission to join. Cheers!

The February theme again is humour.































©Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

Sunday Photo Fiction: Poetry – Rictameter – “Streets A New” #amwritimg #poetry #flashfiction 

Thanks to Alastair Forbes for hosting SPF.


Credit: J. Hardy Carroll


Thoughts with empty —

Dreams; never meant to inflict,

Such pain, no anxiety, hurt —

done unintentionally

Not considering, 



Bare streets, 


No one comes here, danger —

Lurks in sun’s zenith and night’s chill.

Lost lonely souls wander, 

Hopeless; shifty —

Bare streets. 



Boulevard with —

Dreams in smithereens; pieces —

Of what could’ve been, deserted. 

Littered streets, none tread 

Improvements left, 



Why fix? 

Somewhere no one —

Ventures? Bring beauty to  —

Dank tenements abandoned? 

Some people still live here, 

Shuffling through, 

Why Fix? 



I can’t hull stones, 

Nor restore past glories, 

I’m no architect with dreams of —

Organic design where the 

Forgotten dwell, blurry —

Eyed and hopeless, 



Hope means, 

Skilled developer, 

Notes potential in ruins, 

Will see masked brilliance beneath the —

Treachery; Boulevard —
Where someone sees, 

Hope is. 



I can’t remould, 

Your splintered heart, pristine, 

I can stitch the pieces together, 

So in time, stitches fade,  

Heart heals almost, 



©Mamdibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Sunday Writing Prompt: Poem – Free Verse – “Lady Hawk” #amwriting #poetry

Thanks to Scribblers Dip of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s Sunday Prompt. P.S, for the purposes of this poem a falcon has cleverly transformed herself into a hawk. 


Credit: Scribblers Dip – Collage, Quote – Oscar Wilde


Lady hawk, 

Brilliant feathers flocked. 

Climbing unfathomable —


Swoops down low, 

Prey cannot run. 

Has no safe place. 

Cannot see —

In pitch blackness, 

Stars guiding, 

Ignoring for —

Threats from above; 

Cause anxiety, 

To triple. 

The solace —

Of illusions, 

Never enough. 

Lady hawk, 

And her sins; 


Cannot be erased. 

We yearn for, 

We think we’ve forgotten, 

Fondness for crimes. 

Evil inside us, 

A lure; 

Turning Rights, 

To bitter Wrongs. 

Though we think, 

All people —

Have innate goodness;

Rather, I say —

Innately we —

Forever choose,


‘Neath delicious —

Sinful starry nights. 

It’s only those, 

Who pray 

For alteration, 

We choose to do, 

Well for others —

Where goodness, 

Can be found. 

Not only self-serving, 

Serving others, 

Above all else, 

Not afraid, 

To aid, 

Though we’ve, 

Forever been, 

Put out, 

Into the night, 

Mice running, 

From Lady Hawk, 

For goodnesses’ —

Freely done. 


©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.  

It’s Okay to be an Introvert 


introvert comic
Introvert Comic


In second year University, I caught the eye of a certain basketball player. He was in an English class with me. He was tall, loud, and had the most beautiful blue eyes. I thought he’d be fun to be with. But it was difficult for me to talk to him. He caused me to feel anxious. I knew I had to only become used to his loudness to be comfortable around him, but I never felt relaxed. He didn’t attempt to get to know me better, to make me feel comfortable around him, despite my shyness.

At first, I was so shy I would ignore him, unless I absolutely ran right into him. I only felt this knot in my stomach and I stuttered when I talked to him. I was extremely frustrated with the entire situation by third year university. I finally told the basketball player I liked him. I told him truthfully, I often didn’t talk to him because I was busy taking five courses and working half-time. I tried to get across to him that when I was busy, I was off in my own world. I was attempting to get him to make an effort and ask me out.

I received a funny look from the basketball player for saying ‘I was in my own world,’ even though he rubbed my back to make me feel better. That was the end. I wasn’t a fun girl to him because I wasn’t outgoing and he didn’t understand how busy my life was.

During the years I had this ‘thing’ with the basketball player, I grew used to other girls I didn’t know talking behind my back, calling me names, and being critical of me. I went to a small university and it often felt like high school because young woman became easily jealous over the smaller guy population.

It took me years to get over the preconceived notion that I was shy — a wrong attribute to have. I learned a guy maybe hot and seem fun, but if he didn’t make the effort for you, you shouldn’t waste your time on him. Sometimes I would build a guy I liked up in my mind, as if they were perfect and not a flawed person. I would have been more comfortable being me if I realized I shouldn’t have to try so hard to please a man I liked. Even someone you are attracted to, and makes you nervous, is approachable if you remember they are only human like you.

Also, I learned when I started working, because a person makes you nervous is no reason to ignore them if they haven’t given you a decent reason to avoid them. The exception to this was catty and gossipy women. I learned some woman are going to be touchy even as adults when they should know better than to spread gossip or call names. These women are people whose mean words you should ignore. Better yet, ask them to repeat what they said so you can hear it clearly this time. Embarrass them.

Most significantly, I learned I was not a shy person but a woman who was often an introvert. It didn’t mean I wasn’t social and fun to be with. But I required time alone to ‘recharge my batteries’ while others ‘recharged their batteries’ off the energy of a crowd.  I liked small groups better than large noisy functions. I felt and still feel a few trustworthy friends is all a girl needs, even though it is fun to meet new people. I also enjoy working independently, or one on one with people. I am extremely talkative in this kind of situation and I feel a more meaningful connections with others in small group settings.

In my opinion, we have a society which is often centred around extroversion. It’s not an acceptable value because it causes people who identify with introversion to feel that if we are shy and not outgoing, there is something wrong with us. There is nothing about a person that is deficient because they are introverted. Certain people are skilled at hiding their insecurities and may appear outgoing but at heart, they are introverts. Some introverts such as myself are more clearly introverted.

I don’t identify with being a shy girl anymore. I’m a listener, a loyal friend, and an observer. I have no problem stating my opinion or saying no. I am happy to be me in the ‘background’ and not taking center stage. This doesn’t mean I never get noticed. It means the right people notice me and take me as I am. I want to be around people who see introversion as a vital part of society, not a hindrance.


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Poem: “Learning to Forget.”


( Goodbye Kiss
Time to forget the colour of your eyes. Blue and wide, deep as any blue one can fathom, with laugh lines beginning to crinkle.

Time to forget your voice and any connection we had as we spoke. It’s a long time since I saw you. We haven’t talked in years, but I remember the teasing tone of your voice. 

A flutter in my heart. A feeling of anxiety. The way you stared at me as if you were pulling me a part trying to find in me, what you wanted to see.

Time to forgive what was never done and never said. You don’t think of me, so why should I think of you. Time to forgive an apology you never gave. 

And if I’m honest there was and is a smoothness to you I am afraid of finding still. Never trust a smooth talker, you don’t know what hides behind the layers of conversation.

If I’m to forget, I must forget your lips. A wide full set of lips and a hand gently stroking my back. If I’m wise, I’ll remember not one single bit.

For I was a girl then and now I am a women. Time to move on as you have moved on.Time to forget. But first loves pierce a hole through your heart and it’s hard to forget and forgive.

When you’re permanently scarred and the path you chose then still leads into the now. It’s difficult to not remember, and not be jealous of her.I always wanted your happiness and in the end, that is my end.

Years will pass by. I’ll pray for you still. Out of habit I think. And the piece of me you stole at such a young age remains half-healed. A wound that won’t repair until I see eternity and understand everything. 


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Christmas Tree Cookies and Beating the Winter Blue’s (SAD’s)

Good Early Morning to you! It’s almost Christmas so if you haven’t baked anything these Christmas tree cookies are amazing. Just remember to bake @ 350 degrees for 10 minutes or until light brown. This is listed in the comments cause ‘someone’ forgot to put these vital instructions in the recipe article. Also, dealing with the winter blues? I’ve got some ideas to help alleviate your suffering.

Take care and Merry Christmas!

Christmas Tree Cookies

Beating the Winter Blues