Three Line Tales: Poem – Mussete – “Grounded” #3LineTales #amwriting #poetry


Thank you to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.

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Credit: Caleb Wood via UnSplash

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There is —

Grace in flying,

Soaring.

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There is —

A sweeping to —

Heights high.

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Regretting,

You’re stuck, no wings;

Grounded.
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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

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#FinishOffFridays Flash Fiction: Shadows Are Beings Too #amwriting #flashfiction


Thanks to Lorraine of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting: 

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Credit: Lorraine

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Great green leafy trees are reflected on the lagoons glimmering surface. High above the actual trees dance in the breeze, drooping, almost as if to kiss the water with their branches. On the shore are large rocks which I take and skip across the lagoon. The mermaids will love me for this.

I continue to skip rocks until a few lovely mermaids pop their heads out of the forest lagoon and give me dirty looks. They hope it’s Peter, but when they see it’s only Peter’s shadow, they roll their eyes diving back under the water beneath the lillypads and floating flowers.

No one anywhere thinks much of a shadow and they don’t realize shadows are beings too. So the mischief in me has unsewn myself from Peter Pan. He’s been chasing me all day but I’m quicker and smarter than he. It’s why I decided he should take a trip home to a little girl I fancy; she is called Wendy. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Tale Weavers: Poem – Licentia – “Some Magical World” #amwriting #poetry #taleweavers


Last week’s Tale Weavers prompt was for us to write about a magical place. Thanks to Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting. 

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Credit: Adventures In The Wild

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Place I drift when life hurts, inspiring —

Ethereal dreamscapes adventures beguiling.

A magical place where the grass stands high,

Lush ’round my legs, where Gerber daisies spy.

Tipping towards the sun, technicolor,

Bright, inspiring, blue of sky discover.

A hole in the ground or Wonderland? 

Pixie dust sparkling in my hair, Neverland? 

Is this my own magic kingdom I’ve found? 

Place my mind travels inspired profound.

Place I drift when life hurts, inspiring —

Ethereal dreamscapes adventures beguiling 

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A magical place where the grass stands high,

Lush ’round my legs, where Gerber daisies spy. 

A hiding place where I often prefer,

Don’t search for me in my valley secure. 

I’m riding raindrops, kissing the sun,

I’ve never had so much freedom or fun. 

Gentlemen here, always decent and sweet, 

A wink in their eye, naughty whispers keep.

They’ll treat a girl well, hold tight if she weeps, 

And if you would like, they’ll love you to sleep. 

Place I drift when life it hurts, inspiring —

Ethereal dreamscapes adventures beguiling.

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Tipping towards the sun, technicolor,

Bright, inspiring, blue of sky discover.
Gerber daisies everywhere with roses, 

Brilliant vivacity, colors exposed. 

Pixies trailing their dust eternally, 

Wings of lace light night, give hope certainly. 

Everything’s first bloom, so never spurn, 

This place humbles beautiful; with tears yearn

No contacts, surgery needed to peer, 

With clarity of soul, all vision clears. 

Place I drift when life it hurts, inspiring —

Ethereal dreamscapes adventures beguiling 

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A hole in the ground or Wonderland? 

Pixie dust sparkling in my hair, Neverland? 
Here is my land, I’m caregiver among —

Faeries with animals exotic, young. 
In their best-years forever, conversing —

Plainly; furry adore cuddles, nothing terse. 

A tiger cub sits by me so befuddled, 

When wolf pup becomes part of our den.

When I cheer because each word I’ve written —

Makes sense; stories flow unrestricted

 A place I drift when life it hurts, inspiring —

Ethereal dreamscapes adventures beguiling 

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Is this my own magic kingdom I’ve found?

Place my mind travels inspired profound.
A comfortable place where I sit typing, 

Art studio where brush strokes have foresight.

Friends visit often, chocolate’s water

No weight gained, eight squares a day should be sought. 

Parties like Gatsby’s with flapper clothing, 

Each night unique theme, we don’t bemoan. 

As if we’re happy drunk with extra spunk,

Able to keep life in moderation’s trunk. 

A place I drift when life it hurts, inspiring —

Ethereal dreamscapes adventures beguiling.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

November Notes: Poem – Day 22 – Ninefold – “Free Fallin’ Long Gone” #amwriting #poetry #novembernotes #writing 


Today’s song prompt is “Free Fallin’ ” sung by John Meyer. I adore the original classic by Tommy Petty so that’s the video I’m going to post! 

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“Free Fallin'” – Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers 

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Good girls, so gorgeous don’t know beware; 

Long brunette locks, emerald eyes flutter.

Curves and hips swaying, breasts thrust up high. 

He feels the wind through his hair, smells the pine, 

Their bitter perfumes oversprayed gone. 

Road trip –he’ll never return to her. 

Good girls crush his spirit, expecting —
He’ll remain; he’s long gone, free fallin’

Never hold him down, his soul must soar. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 


Moral Monday’s Flash Fiction: A Downward Spiral #amwriting #fiction


Thanks to Nortina for hosting Moral Monday’s prompts. This week’s moral is: ” Say No to Drugs.”

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She’d been to many parties, drinking until she went home and threw-up. The more alcohol she consumed, the more her body tolerated. She lived for the time when she was floating around, loving everyone and feeling happy. These days, she required an even greater high.

At a particular party, she watched two of her friends snort lines of cocaine off a coffee table.

“How much?” She asked, her two friends grinned.

“First lines on us.” 

Looking back she knew, they were words that forever altered the course of her life into a downward spiral of addiction.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Sunday Photo Fiction: Nearsighted Daredevils.


There is a game we play, a dangerous thrilling dare. You can’t have perfect vision to play. In fact, if your eyes are enormously nearsighted you’ll have greater fun.

Your heart will pound as the adrenaline rushes through you. You’ve taken out your contacts and are wearing your glasses as you approach the road. When it’s your turn remove your glasses and prepare.

We’re all standing by the freeway and there aren’t many vehicles going by, but the ones that drive past are going at incredibly high speeds. When your visions poor, the lights from the headlights and taillights change, are gigantic blobs and lines of colour.

Step up to that yellow line that marks where the side of the road ends and the actual fourlane road begins. If you squint, you can make out the yellow line on the otherside, your goal.

Now walk across the road, go fast. You only see a blur of lights and motion. You’re blind remember? Your eyes -9.75. If you cross the road and don’t get hit you win, your body riding high on endorphins. 

Such a fun game for stupid daredevils to play; at least until your bestfriend ends up dead.

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Alistair Forbes
 
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Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.