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Music Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “Where My Demons Hide” #poetry #dVerse #musicchallenge 


For this prompt I’m including MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Friday Music Challenge song “Demons”by Imagine Dragons. Also, I’m writing for Mish’s Poet’s pub #dVerse writing a poem from a musical muse, lines from “Demons” for this piece. 

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Carter Gomez Angel via UnSplash

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Imagine Dragons – “Demons”

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“When you feel my heat/ Look into my eyes / It’s where my demons hide / It’s where my demons hide. / Don’t get too close / It’s dark inside. / It’s where my demons hide / It’s where my demons hide.” – Imagine Dragons 🐉 

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Where my demons hide, 

Where my demons hide. 

Reflected in orbs of fire, 

I can’t escape their growl. 

You’ll have to lead my steps, 

Don’t mean to singe your brows. 

My Hellbound heat radiates,  

Demon-man on prowl. 

No escaping, you’ve seen them, 

Here with us, demons all to foul. 

Temperamental, disreputable, 

Repellent, sharp teeth and jowls. 

How do I escape this now? 

Set me free of this prison’s chilling howl, 

Screams in pitch black, 

I’m absorbed by demon’s marrow, 

They’re liars deep inside my eyes.

No more sweet kisses now, 

They’ll eat you alive if you stay. 

My inner demons restless still prowl, 

Their lizard-like skin grates; 

Eyes as red pits burn unsound. 

Horrors of the dim; you’re too close, 

When such desire through me pounds. 

Sins of the flesh, love denied, 

Demons reside, dank cavarns found. 

Don’t get to close, 

Darkness is eternal, unprofound.

Here my demons settle, 

They screech, drink rounds —

Of fireball liquor, Whiskey hot heat. 

So I’ll let you easily down,

Don’t want to hide the truth, 

It’s up to you now. 

We try to breed love sweet, 

But miserly greed endowed, 

My last gift, cinders of the mess we’ve made. 

Didn’t know my fate was found, 

Demons with pandamonious desires. 

Masked beneath brimstone.

Don’t look into my eyes, 

They’re black as tar, don’t get close; 

Red fire ignites, tried to save —

Your light, but in fire it drowned.

Flames so high I dreamed, 

Life would be luminously profound. 

Such a bleak soul you’ve left, 

I’ll never forget, I’m beaten down. 

Couldn’t even save your light 

You peered into my eyes — drowned.

Unless you show me how, 

I can’t escape this now. 

Where my demons hide, 

Where my demons hide. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Sunday Photo Fiction: Poem – Free Verse – “The a Hobbit Hole” #poetry #flashfiction #dVerse #amwriting 


Thanks to Alastair Forbes for hosting SPF. Also thanks to Paul of Poet’s Pub for hosting a #dVerse poem in the form of a blessings poem. 

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Credit: Erick Wicklund

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There are days,

I cannot think, I’m trapped, 

Cornered as a sleek red fox, 

The Predator’s main course. 

Searching for my escape, 

Running through the woods. 

Tripping on my, 

Shaking aching legs. 

Adrenaline quicksilver, 

Sliding through my veins. 

Lungs gasping;

A haunted, hunted child. 

By chance, by divinity, 

A blessing found, 

My ‘hobbits hole.’ 

My home sweet home;

A hiding place, 

To wait out enemies, 

Gnashing, clashing, 

With pointed teeth. 

Vicious men of ill repute, 

Fortune or fate despise. 

A crook in a fallen tree; 

A hole to spy for danger, 

As I veil myself beneath, 

Thick leaved branches, 

Cut from surrounding trees, 

Snuggled in my hobbits hole, 

Wishing Lord God, 

Bless me in my tiny hiding place. 

Leave me unconfronted, 

Unfound, an illusion —

Of invisibility to threats.

Basking in your security, 

Graciously provided, 

Let this not be the end. 

And I could’ve been wrong, 

I could’ve lost hope, 

I could’ve been dinner;

Torn apart by savage beasts. 

But serenity entered, 

On angel’s transparent wings, 

Calmed my heart, quickening. 

While the peace that —

Passes all understanding; 

Surrounded and enfolded me. 

When the dread made, 

 My skin crawl. 

When I bit my lip drawing blood, 

Sharp teeth approaching, 

A beast breathing  heavily, 

A brutal carnivore. 

Wickedness sure to devour; 

But he found me not, 

I was blessed, I was safe. 

Invisible to the lion, 

Remaining in my hobbit hole, 

Fortitudes fortress, 

My hiding place. 

And when all was safe, 

 Morn’s light illuminated. 

The dread of frights, 

Of the forest night, 

The predators that maim, 

And kill, disappeared into, 

The earth’s bowels. 

I prayed, gave thanks, 

And into sunlight I fled, 

The prey who survived. 

So blessed with life, 

Living to fight another night, 

Another beast, 

Serenity my companion, 

My relief. 

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©Mandobelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “For Fishing” #amwriting #poetry #3LineTales


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

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Credit: Clay Knight via UnSplash.

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Skilled, talented throwing the line, 

Worm dangles beneath, 

Fish doesn’t comprehend his fate. 

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Struggle, fighting, swishing, pulling in, 

Glinting scaled being, 

Waged battle, he couldn’t win. 

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You reel him in proud, 

Heavy fish squirming, 

Another moment, then he’s still. 

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Italian Sonnet – “Sonnet of the Milk Cow” #poetry #amwriting #flashfiction #fiction 


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: majesticgoldenrose

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I am a cow, a cow I am; don’t think —

I don’t know you’re using me for my milk.

My friends out their in the pasture they think,

They’ll never be rendered into meat.

But the older cows who you milk don’t blink,

They know where fattened cows go too soon.

I’m told not to worry, with a wink,

I am a milk cow, that isn’t my fate.

I’ll live a long life as long as I give,

Thick liquid to use in many foods ate.

As long as there’s butter, yogurt I live.

As long as there’s cream, cheeses galore.

I’m a free cow until old age arrives,

Then I’m certain I just might be beef.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

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Friday Fictioneer: Field of Broken Dreams #amwriting #flashfiction 


Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting FF.

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Credit: Liz Young

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I was out to meet my friend who lived nearby when I found this ravaged mannequin head. Her exquisite hazel eyes and pencilled brows, lifted towards the sky as if mannequin heaven was there. 

In reality her mutilated head lies in the tall grass. A used beer bottle leans against her face, an empty red cigarette package nearby. 

If she was alive I think she’d be wondering how she ended up here? Why she wasn’t the modelesque mannequin in the window display for Holt Renfrew or at least for H&M. Who had tossed her out like refuse and left her to this fate? 

Count: 91 words

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“Boulevard of Broken Dreams” By Green Day

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Poem – Free Verse – “Weight of a Little World”


I hold a small world on my classic physique, with my fortitude.

Holding up this bridge and pathway, doesn’t matter my attitude,

For it’s one of being cursed in marble, and accepting my sorrowful lot,

Having made the mistakes I’ve made, the gods left me to rot.

Pondering the beach, as Atlas pondered and beheld the heaven’s light rays, 

I bend my head, and think of the day, and to gods beyond Zeus I pray, 

Release me from my prison, veins of liquid blood congealed.

My stone figure, muscled, and taught; made to endure forever, concealed.

Bracing myself on stone, solid rock, muscles strained, no thought, and no slipping, 

Not even able to see my own face cringing, the expression rain is chipping,

My own little world on my back, I hold my personal pain; I hold your fate.

For mine’s an eternity braced as I am, scanning earths children; nothing to do but wait.

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Word Count: 154 words

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Thank you to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAP.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

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Flash Fiction for The Purposeful Practitioner: The Price


When I removed the contents from my tote-bag, I was perturbed to see a tattered book inside.“I could see the corner of folded yellow parchment sticking out of the torn lining of the battered book.” 

“What’s this?” I whispered. Instantly, I heard chanting. In my mind I pictured two woman murmering magic with candles in a circle around them. It was as if the image had been placed in my mind.

Suddenly, the parchment opened in front of me. Oddly, the symbols on the parchment made sense to me. The parchment was a spell for immortality. I had no time to think, the words of the incantation flew from my lips:

Live forever, consequences well known,

Speak the words, let your time now cease flow,

Your string never snipped, fate overlooked you,

Alone, you will wander, the cost is many souls.

When I stopped chanting, the parchment and the book had disappeared. My boyfriend stomped in the front door. Before I gave him a hello kiss, he said: ” Something about you is different.” Then I kissed him hungrily and he disintegrated in my hands. I burst into tears and I learned the price of eternal life — my kiss was the kiss of death.

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Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting this Flash Fiction challenge.

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