#OctPoWriMo – Day 14 – Villanelle – “Fighting to Heal” #amwriting #poetry

Prompt Day 14: Shameful

What does the word “shameful” bring to mind for you? I found two quotes from nineteenth century French writer Victor Hugo that seem to capture my own thoughts on this word. Take a few minutes to free write and see where this leads you. Is it something you’ve done? Something that was done to you? Something you’ve observed on either a small, personal scale or large corporate or government level?”






No one said, life is as believed, 

We pass each day, avoiding pain; 

Forgetting, shamefully deceived.

Our worlds turn amiss, we bleed;

Yet, from difficulties too we gain. 

Consider them in life as reprieves

Intense pain, blood leaks and we grieve,

Toxins cleansed, blood let, not in vain;

Wounds left, shamefully unseemly

Suffer, yet many a worse life conceive; 

World that’s mean, feeds on human pain.

Yet, we shine our hope, despite grief; 

Though our scars are deep, we still breathe. 

There’s strength fighting, not leaving, 

A man near death, not left to bleed. 

Sacrifice and freedom conceived. 

Sadness trickles past, cleansing rain;

Bathed in water, hope found, relief, 

Strength, warm light glows, hope healing. 



“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.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 


Sunday Photo Fiction: Still Grins On #amwriting #poetry

Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF

A Mixed Bag

Whose skull was this?

Painted with black,

Pagan man with Celtic designs.

Artwork of black paint done with care.

Celtic chains round the chin,

Eyes the deepest black holes,

Examining his head thinking,

Under every living human head,

Lies bones, a skull.

More chains around his forehead,

Celtic chains connecting what?

Fans of decorations highlighting cheeks,

And lines underneath hollow eyes.

Teeth broken, some full and functional.

But some teeth chipped,

Decayed from no tooth brush or paste?

What artist drew on a human skull?

Had he or she no respect for the dead?

But I think this skull we’ve found,

Designed with detail,

In the middle of the Ireland,

Tells a story of a time long ago,

No saying how gentleman skull died.

If he was sacrificed,

Or passed away from illness,

These decorations seem to tell me,

He died a man of a great respect.

I do know he was not so old,

And someone saw value in his bones,

To delicately, with care, design his skull rare.

Perhaps, frightening away the other dead.

Or with an artists eye,

Giving glory and tribute to this man’s remains.

His skull the most valued,

For there sat his brain, where he thought,

Ruled kindly and wisely, a leader,

Before death took his life.

And the painted skull through time,

Still grins on.

©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Minute – ” The Same”

Thanks to the Daily Prompt for the word prompt contrast.


Colours contrast, art and design;

Red, green –resign.


Purple, yellow — wage.


Entirety of contrast beams,

Nature can seem,

All opposite,

Mother Earth split.


People, studied in contrasts too.

Different, you?

Just be human.

In that the same.


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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: When He Fell Asleep

Shane’s bedroom felt empty and cold, as if every bit of warmth and life had been sucked out of it. It was hard for Kristen to believe, only a few hours ago, her darling boy had been rolling around on his blanket.

One minute Shane had been gurgling and laughing as he held his ABC’s book on his blanket and the next he had fallen asleep peacefully on his back.

Except, Kristen thought, tears streaming down her face, Shane never woke up. Kristen thought Shane was still asleep but when she touched his tiny body he wasn’t breathing; she called 911 hurriedly.

A kindly EMT, Patrick, comforted Kristen.”There is nothing you could have done that would have saved Shane. We don’t know a lot about why babies die from SIDS in their sleep.” Patrick added.

“Still, I should have paid better attention to him . . .” Kristen sobbed.

Patrick looked at Kristen and held her hand.” You’re a parent Kristen and you’re human. You did the best you could,“nothing, especially taking care of a baby,is ever as easy as it looks.” Parents have no control when a baby dies suddenly so please don’t blame yourself. Grieve, and if you like, have the courage to be a Mother again.


Kid’s Books (www.publicdomainarchive.com)


Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting this week’s FFftPP.



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Just a Memory or Maybe more?

People in the Bus for Public Transportation

Today I was thinking about how when you meet someone, you never know what kind of place that person will have in your life? Or what affect they will have on you or what lessons they will leave you with. Some types of relationships such as some family, for example, will last a long time but with other people it is  hard to know. What exactly determines that that little girl you played with on the playground when you were 5 years old, will through the years become one of your best friends? How come that person you had so many good times with in university – is now just an estranged acquaintance? Whatever the case, I think that people come into our lives for a reason – to fulfill a need or play a role that is important in our lives or theirs. The bad side of this of course, is when you cannot determine that reason someone is in your life or that they will unexpectedly leave your life after meaning so much to you; such as a friend who suddenly moves away for a new job, a divorce after 20 years, or a grandparent that suddenly passes away.

I truly believe though that whatever the reasons people ‘come’ and ‘go’ through out our lives, all we truly need are a few people to depend on – some good friends and family to help us get through the bad times, and for us to help them. But you never really know the effect you can have on a stranger. $5 dollars can mean the world to someone homeless who is actually hungry, or sponsoring a child for $30.00 dollers a month can create a whole new life for a child  in Africa, a smile can instantly make someone having a bad day feel better especially if that person smiling is attractive (but not only!). The little ways people affect each other can help us get through a horrible day or just a boring one, can give hope where it is needed, and faith in human kind.

Sometimes the lessons we learn from other people are not always the nicest but they can be profound. My first adult crush taught me to look beyond a handsome face, that chemistry is not everything, and someone who will talk to you and make an effort for you is better than someone who only wants to play games. It was the first time I was really hurt by a guy in that way, but the lessons I learned were invaluable. My great grandmother told me not to cry for her when she died because she would be in heaven. This was also a hard request to grant but an utterly vital lesson to learn, that although this life on earth seems like it is important, what is more is our lives with Jesus in Heaven after we die. Another thing I learned from my grandpa (besides his wicked ability at chess) was when he told me that I would always be his little girl. So I always think back to my grandpa and the lessons he taught me and even though it has been thirteen years since he has been gone, the things he taught me will carry on through me and one day through my children. How we affect each other’s lives is vital especially if we look to helping others, and hurting people the least we can.

So I challenge you to go out into the world and affect people for better, think about the change we can cause in other people, think about the lessons we can learn and be taught. There are so many people in this world and you never know how you will each touch each other’s lives, negatively, positively, or neutrally. But we can try to work with others and hopefully not against them, if indeed time will allow.