Saturday Mix: Poem – Octain/Double/High – “The Beauty of My Love” #amwriting #poetry #saturdaymix 


Thanks to Teresa of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Saturday Mix. Saturday’s prompt was to write pasturel poetry (Fiction/no fiction) which is essentially poetry written about nature in an idyllic way. 

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Credit: Eden Hills

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The beauty of my love is sweet, divinely prized. 

Through fields of wildflower I follow her steps, 

Her milk white skin, soft, supple; she knows best,

How tiny goat kids, and dog’s pups will thrive. 

They bleet, whimper, for her hands petting coats, 

Feeding them drops of milk reviving life’s hope. 

So they wil live glorious in pastures kind; 

Become adults frolic, following my queen. 

The beauty of my love is sweet, divinely prized. 

The beauty of my love is sweet, divinely prized, 

She gathers the chickens eggs to feed, 

Those who grace her kitchen with smiles pleased. 

Finds the dairy cows, milks them all beguiling. 

She’s a feminist, believes we never stop learning. 

She chose to farm, grows organic food, serves —

Customers desiring; at market they find hers first;

My love works hard, adores our life, she’s pleased. 

The beauty of my love is sweet, divinely prized. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poetry – Petrarchen  Sonnet – “The Game I Played” #poetry #amwriting #flashfiction


Thank you to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Yinglan

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In Junior high, soccer we used to play. 

Up, down; between goal posts on soccer field,

Learning through error, our feet ball to wield. 

With studies done, we played the entire day.

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Our teacher was a pro; swore whole life he played —

Soccer until he was bored at twenty-two.

Taught us, throwing the ball into play through —

Kicking it in when it was offside of play.

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Years ago, I gave mean slide tackle away.

I was great at defence; not running entire —

Field; many falls on grass caused allergies ire.

Miss many days spent, stealing the ball rolling, 

Passing it off to a team mate scoring goals.

Game I won’t watch; to play again, desiring.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.