Saturday Mix: Poem – Quadrille – “Forever Gazes” #saturdaymix #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to Teresa of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this prompt based on overhearing or spying on others. 

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Credit: Eden Hills

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Words spied, 

On your lips.

Cherished her, 

Sumptuous kiss.

Bouquet tossed,

Whirling — uncaught. 

Resides with, 

With what I spied, 

Imagined took place;

You said her name, 

She’s your wife. 

Matrimony for life? 

Remain —

On your side,

Of the revolving orb.

I’ll be —

Wrapped in letters, 

Jumbled words,

Creased pages;

Not lovers’

Forever gazes. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Meat That Isn’t Me” #3LineTales #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting.


Credit: Cathal Mac an Bheatha via UnSplash

Gwendolyn asks the leering butcher,

“What’s your finest

Cut of meat?” Eyebrows raised —

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He gazes up says, “What type

Of meat Madame?”

She grits her teeth, repulsed.

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He watches her, lasciviously flirting,

He winks; Gwendolyn —

Replies,”Meat that isn’t me.”


©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

Collage Prompt: Poem – Tankas – “Not Perfect and Better For It” #amwriting #poetry #fiction 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s collage prompt.

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Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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Poor little Anne tried,

So hard to fit in; she can’t —

Conform to their look.

Sense of presence in her glance,

Terror; they don’t know freedom.

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Yet Anne tries and tries,

To be a cardboard box just —

Like all the others.

Left alone at recess eating,

Ripe oranges, she’s exotic fruit.

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But they don’t invite —

Her to their parties, Anne cries,

She doesn’t see why,

She has to be so different,

A plant from foreign soil torn.

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Anne grows into her —

Self; she stops being afraid,

Sees her beauty is —

That she’s unique not like all,

Those other girls, loathing her.

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In grade school there’s this —

Small boy painted in war paint,

His Dad went to war,

He didn’t return home, saddened —

Anne helps him; he remembers —

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So years later they’re —

Attached — those girls all want him.

But his friend is his —

Love; she was with him,

All along; the handsome man,

Love’s different, not perfect Anne.

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Though she struggles hard,

Hoping for female friends, he says,

He loves imperfect her,

Because she doesn’t have to

Be ‘like them’; she can be good.

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Then she starts meeting —

Others, women who become —

Her tribe, with her guy.

The gazes of jealousy —

Double, but Anne doesn’t care.

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Anne is as a bird,

A swallow singing sweetly.

She’s lively, vivid;

Her eyes shine bright; he loves his —

Anne, contently, completely.

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Poem: Wrapped Refrain – “Hers” #wordhighjuly #poetry #amwriting #makisig



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He steps out of the shower wearing, 

Towel around waist, torso bared.

Appreciation in her gaze, 

Still lovers in morning’s rays.

He’s shaving at the mirror now, 8:00 am shadow;

Hand caresses his face dear; whiskers bare skin loved so.

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She adoringly watches; he does his —

Hair; style enough to say he actually gives; 

Because, he matters to her; he’s attractive, 

Features cared for; laughs, she’s pensive.

He’s putting on a show for her; pulling up his dark jeans, 

Strip show reversed; he stares into her eyes, her dream.

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A button up shirt, match his eyes blue, 

No suit today; just hers to amuse.

A watch on his wrist; one she bought, 

Ring on his finger; him she sought.

There’s a song which was sung, about a ‘sharp dressed man.’

He thinks of it smirking; she grins impressed; his fan.

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He’s comfortable; she blinks and stares, 

His heart thumps; she likes what he wears.

She likes his bare skin; his heart beat, 

She likes his brain; he’s smart, sweet.

He maybe flawed, she loves him still; everyday he

Steps out of the house; holding her hand and he’s hers.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.