Writing Prompt: Poem – Villanelle – “Becoming ‘The Angel In The House’.” #amwriting #poetry #victorianera 


Thank you to Oloriel of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Villanelle writing prompt this week.

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Teach us teacher, we’re ready to learn,

We’re here to fill our minds, wonder blooming. 

For learning’s life’s opportunities earned.

Oh what problems will we learn to discern? 

Reading, poise, religion; house ‘angels’ singing, 

Teach us teacher, we’re ready to learn. 

How should we serve tea? Keep house, give birth, turn —

On those not good enough? Not with us ranking. 

For learning’s life’s opportunities earned. 

Should our daughters be haughty and learn —

Their goal (as ours), to marry well praying, 

Teach us teacher, we’re ready to learn.

Are we moral centers? Ignoring sperns, 

Spouse with many beds, mistresses stringing. 

For learning’s life’s opportunities earned. 

Our value, our husband, children, in turn —

Their children, their marriages bliss bringing? 

Teach us teacher, we’re ready to learn, 

For learning’s life’s opportunities earned.

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Credit: Crosscurrents Writing Gender – Quote from Virginia Woolf
 

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Villanelle

A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).”

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information.

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Photo Challenge: Poem – Licentia – “Without A Sound” #amwriting #poetry #love


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo prompt:

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Laughter in the moment, golden hour found

Hearts beat as one, time stops, without a sound

Swing her up into your arms, because it —

Felt like the thing to do, she’s dear and swift;

Her punch on your arm, painful kind of bliss

All to happy to meet with a wet kiss. 

Perserved in time the clock keeps ticking fast, 

Moments gone, looking back, it never lasts. 

Years slide forward, what can you do but, 

Move forward too, memories cause a rut. 

Laughter in the moment, golden hour found, 

Hearts beat as one, time stops, without a sound

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Swept her up into your arms, because it —

Felt like the thing to do, she’s dear and swift. 

Wiggling and giggling in your —

Arms; begging to have legs on ground restored

She thought she was too heavy for your back, 

You just laughed and kept her close, said “Relax.” 

You were walking barefoot on the cool —

Wet ground, the grass made you slip, such glad fools. 

Drop of joy harnessed in a crystal glass

Kept to hold, make the precious moments last. 

Laughter in the moment, golden hour found,

Hearts beat as one, time stops, without a sound.

Her punch on your arm, painful kind of bliss

All too happy to meet with a wet kiss. 

Lovers as close as lovers can be, rolling —

On the blanket, on grass, after strolling.

Gleam in her eyes promising heaven, 

Twist of her smile taking you to Never —

-land of pirates, lost boys, and she, Wendy, 

Picking up a sword, fighting for her when —

Pirates attacked; shoeless running in real

Life; time ceasing again, treasures for feels. 

Laughter in the moment, golden hour found

Hearts beat as one, time stops, without a sound

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Perserved in time, clock keeps ticking fast, 

Moments gone, looking back, it never lasts. 

The truth is hard to swallow, to remember

Years pass, euphoria is dismembered

Harsh realities, sickness, health; sickness wins, 

She flew away my sparrow with the wind.

Such disease sucks the life from a body, 

Hope, a religious dream from pain prodded. 

A new eternity to love, swing round with —

Dirty bare feet and love despite death’s grip. 

Laughter in the moment, golden hour found

Hearts beat as one, time stops, without a sound

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November Notes: Poem -Day 24 – Italian Sonnet – “The Blame”


This days song prompt is “Buses and Trains” by Bachelor Girls.


“Buses and Trains” – Bachelor Girls


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Mom, you didn’t say, how cruel the world is,

I could blame you for it all, but I’m grown.

Teach me, I could’ve learned by your grace known.

Each day I’m run down by trains, it’s fun this–

Game; ears ringing from sound trains make hissing.

Or a bus in front of me is coming, near miss —

Only by seconds I’m safe, empty words moan.

Why do I being pulverized feel sewn

Together a quilt, with all pieces, its bliss.

How do I explain I needed guidance?

It hurts me, you decided, gave me up.

 Without your words, boys became as chocolate,

Choosing the worst, failing being grown-up.

Addicted, inhaling them, drug sate.

You could’ve taught me better, it’s too late.


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Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “As If I Never Was” #amwriting #poetry


Thank you to Mind Loves Misery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo prompt.

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I lay beside you yet, 

And I couldn’t move if I tried.

Skin still scintillating each other’s skin;

Waiting for another round, 

Bliss and fractured words,

Lies, but touch tells truth. 

And your hand, I can’t let go of;

I’m here and I’m trying, 

So close to you, I try —

To be who you want me to, 

But I’m not her, I’m only me, 

Your mind dances with her image.

We have the night, 

The pale moonlight’s shine, 

Tomorrow I’ll be gone.

And it will be for you, 

As if, I never was.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Free Verse (Quatrains) – “Slow Sweet Burn of Life” #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to The Daily Prompt for the words Burn and Pleasure.

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Pleasure it awakes in swirls of dreams, 

Our thoughts hold the key to a slow sweet burn.

To our wildest and most tempestuous scenes.

Seductive and entralling time, causing rug burn.

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Who plays the Queen of hearts, the lady prestine? 

As our hearts smoke, cinder and ash burn.

Or wish we only for, human contact; no pipe dreams,

One hand holds another with compassionate concern.

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A tiny fist squeezes back, dressed in winter white cream.

The pleasure in the laughter of baby’s unreserved.

The precocious and precious delights of a child us appease.

Giggling with exuberance, gurgles for future ice cream.

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Of love and light and fascinating swirls gleaned.

Pleasure seeking knowledge, conversation purred.

Inspiration; genuflection to God, alter the flaws, appease.

Right the wrongs, make what’s true everyone’s concern.

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Ambiant light; the truth in fog, bliss in dreams.

Lovers kiss, and delight in beloved’s eternal burn.

With desire and, touch, and scent, all streamed.

Only for a deep, true love, do some lucky, yearn.

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Embrace, scintillate soulmate; live in love’s esteem.

 Imperfections, what makes us human? To aid, serve.

Endorphins, serotonin, results in passionate beings.

But the true-love is rare; seeing life’s wheel turning.

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Adoration of fractures in each other; lost words breathing.

Pleasure in such imperfect cracks of others learned.

Pleasure in memories; in night’s hectic moonbeam.

Yourself, thinking back; ignoring anxious concerns.

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Of Pleasure indulge; of moments in life, redeeming.

Treasure seconds; breezy, blowing freedom unreserved.

As the light shines on, linger in pleasurable daydreams.

Feel yourself lost in thought, of life’s slow sweet burn.

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Poem: Tanka – “Dirty Tanka Take II”


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New life beating in,

Hearts seeking opening for air,

Kisses smother breathe,

Echoes of Union in bliss form,

Salt, sweat, tears, breathing heavy.

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Pulling hair, soft, shorn,

Yesterday’s haircut noticed,

Stubble it burns skin,

Rash of red tells me you’re here.

No chance to tell what you’ll steal.

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A change of course when,

You kiss me deeply then kiss,

Trails of happiness,

Into deeper shores traverse,

Pleasures name we both chant.

Hedonist in moment,

Searching for lost territory,

Treasure found everywhere,

In a joyous joining cry,

Passion burns, enthralled, we dive —

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Naked skin and covers,

Fighting, every inch of domain,

Claiming conquests,

Certain areas are yours to find,

I explore my secret land

Judgement for our crimes,

Punish with your mouth, divine,

Never giving you,

Chance to win erotic dance,

Heated looks speak and skin glows.

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Ripping clothes I liked,

Not done out of spite, relax —

Leave worries outside,

In here there’s gold to find, keep,

“Miles to go before [we] sleep.”

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Poem: Wrapped Refrain – “Memory Made Reality.”


 

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He’s a memory, her calm heat,

With his beating heart, she’s replete.

Stars align, she’s within his firm grasp,

Moonlight fades, she sleeps on his lap,

The future arises, calamity waiting, 

Willing her, choose without decisions she’s hating.

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Reminisce, a salty kiss, breathed — swim.

Happiness, bliss, she seeks him, 

Noticing absence —  can’t resist,

Hoping, their closeness bought her a kiss.

Dreams, echoeing serenity, sharing two grins.

Silkly, embracing softness , across, sweet skin.

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Momentarily, caught napping,

Her and him, resting, gasping.

Infinity of time, not clear.

And hearts of lovers burn and sear,

Scintillating caresses, two lonely hopes,

He’s a memory, reality, her life rope.

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Poem: Etheree – “Wide-Eyed.”


The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Get creative and write an Etheree with more than one verse, but follow suit with an inverted syllable count.

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information on Etherees.

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Look,

Wide eyes,

See the glare,

Mesmerized,

Sea salt tastes  — warm air,

What’s  forbidden, hidden,

And thoughts consume illusion.

Enter wide-eyed into the valley reside,

All you envisage in the storming,

Flames of falsehood overtakes all fathomed, burning.

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Chase the thought of memories, churning.

Life is bliss except when concern heeds,

Warning’s powerfully thrall.

Eyes with wisdom; embrace and see,

 Before judgement they follow,

Words the mind made hollow,

Significance points,

Persuaded now,

Of the fall.

Make this,

Right. 

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Day 4 – Bliss


Babyliss Miracurl. It’s a play on words. Plus, this machine is the best thing ever to curl long thick hair. It sucks it in and you hold it for about 60 seconds and out pops this gorgeous curl. Curls last all day! This gives me bliss. 



The Confusion


Confusion enters my bones every time you write to me.
Just a little quip, and you’ll take what you need.
You make me think, what if I just gave in?
Temptation what a horrible mistress you are.
If I just gave in, would it be bliss?
If I broke my promises just for a little bit.
If allowed myself to sin just for a moment.
Would I remember that night for a long long time?
Could I handle the guilt, or would it eat me alive.
Would I be comfortable with you, could I trust you?
The biggest problem is I want to be your friend.
You would douse me in delusion for awhile.
And then let me go, used, and abused.
Now you beg and you beg.
But another day you’d order me away.
Who are you to control me?
I am independent and free and I have my morals.
I hang onto them I do, when you would hold temptation before me
And I would reach out and touch, but to be burned.