NaPoWriMo: Poem – Minor FT Creature – Minute – “Twittering”


  

And now, for our prompt (optional as always!) Just as Rosa Jamila’s poems often sound like they come out of a myth or fairy tale (and not always one with a happy ending), today I challenge you to write a poem in the voice of minor character from a fairy tale or myth. Instead of writing from the point of view of Cinderella, write from the point of view of the mouse who got turned into a coachman. Instead of writing from the point of view of Orpheus or Eurydice, write from the point of view of one of the shades in Hades who watched Eurydice leave and then come back. Happy writing!

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The bird who sings melodically posed,

Twitter exposed,

Singing with notes,

Snow White songs wrote.

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Voice of angel, bird sings lyrics,

Fly spherical, 

No matter when,

Melodies send.

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Eating crisp red apple, evil hag gives,

Her eyes wide strive,

Eat not apple,

Eve’s own pupil. 

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Dimly lit girl, breath of life left her,

Creatures of fur,

Point to a Prince

This Prince, I wince.

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A bird, Snow calls, tweets melodies.

Kiss. Two lovelies.

All well, I’ve heard.

Stop calling birds.

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A birds, not just harmony.

Mates eventually,

Songs for blue eggs,

Snow White she begs —

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Let the birds be free,

You’ve no need of our twittering.

Look online now,

Our page is overpopulated.

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©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved.

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Poem: Wrapped Refrain – “Words on the Stairway ” 


 

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Back to my favourite rhymes I go,

Keep the rhythm quick as we flow,

Appeares that writing voice is back,

No need now for all your life hacks,

The refrain encapsulates vision, souring high.

The grandest place to thrive, creativity cries.

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Incased in suits, all bullet proof.

Meaning of powersuit, not aloof.

Fluttering new wings of glory,

Touching heaven, sparks gold stories.

Raining down vocabulary, feeling prose.

Writing anyways in poems, how this writer’s mind grows.

Round in circles, form graceful dances ever-glowing.

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Phoenix rising, as he spins.

Diving down, prey on fish with fins.

Consuming all the rhymes precision.

No one can claim indecision,

Choose the words, that force you far into a whirlpool.

Round you’ve spun, twirling; time granted swirling jewels.

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Another verse rises, ascending,

Riding stairways, crescendoing.

Flying the stairway to heaven,

Lyrics, mana, and nectar; times seven.

Wings of angels, spirits, enchant; singing —

Back to my favourite anthem of life, song ringing.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Sunday Photo Fiction: Purple Haze


A storm of this magnitude was a rare occurrence when the weather wasn’t boiling hot. The temperatures had been mild at best.

Albert had felt the temperature slowly decrease outside his truck where he ate his favourite chocolate bar. He had become cold enough to throw on his thin jacket. Albert adjusted the rim of the Blue Jays hat, as the first drops of rain fell methodically on his nose. 

Then the storm had arisen with tyranny. The unbiased cruelty of Mother Nature had thrown everything she had into the storm as Albert ducked back into his truck for cover.

Golf-ball sized hail pounded down, denting Albert’s beloved white pickup truck. Then the rain crashed in torrents of harsh unending water from the sky. The wind was blowing, howling it’s rage and rocking Albert’s truck.

Albert turned on the radio to comfort himself. He could hear thunder in the distance rumbling closer.

 The sky was a harsh grey with a small purple glow as lightening sparked across it. One lightening crack was so terrifyingly loud, Albert jumped. 

The destructive path of the lightening with thunderheads, made Albert think he was adrift in purple haze when deep booms were followed by flashes of brilliant purple.

Then, the radio was suddenly, blaringly loud to Albert as the thunder and lightening passed. The rain continued in sheets.

Jimi Hendrix was singing “Purple Haze,” crooning in his legendary voice on the radio:”Yeah, Purple Haze all in my eyes, don’t know if it’s day or night . . .” 

Albert could relate to those lines as he waited through the mid-afternoon in his truck, for the purple haze left in the rainy sky to pass. 

(Although, Albert knew Hendrix sung of a different kind of “Purple Haze. “)

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A Mixed Bag

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Thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF
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Jimi Hendrix ” Purple Haze”

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©Mandibelle16.All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: ” Objectified”


 

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It comes to me in pieces. I wasn’t good enough for you. I was only one of many. I didn’t realize, I wasn’t important.

I didn’t have that special vibe, that made you feel alive. The attraction I felt, only my imagination acting out.

Your piercing look of blue seeing me, trying to devise a way to know me. At least you tried a bit. I miss it.

And I miss the arms of someone who loved me much. But something wasn’t right. It’s how some relationships go. I wasn’t aware how much he saw in me, until he was gone.

Some men don’t try at all. They think you are only a release of the pent up need to mate. The desire of a guy for a pretty woman is tireless and unforgiving. He’s sure you’ll answer his libido’s call.

Why did I never see. I was always a number. I was always an object of sexuality. When I was young and so pretty , my worth was my beauty. Somethings don’t change, only the younger women are hotter.

I think of a song: “But Beautiful is empty / Beautiful is free / Beautiful loves no one / Beautiful stripped me.” (Creed) 

Beautiful is empty. Those girls who giggle freely and don’t mind being objectified. But some of them are hiding a world of color and art beneath their facades. A library of knowledge and experiences.

I realize how much we base on looks, our society is based on youth. Those who are the shiny pretty people. But no one can measure up, after your twenties or even then.

You tell me all the hot girls you can get. You tell me how easy they are to find. You make me feel no different then those you have defined merely for sex. What do you want with me, I am not so vapid. 

I thought I saw something in you. A softening of a man’s heart. Maybe I thought, you could sympathize with my life and make more of an effort. But I’m merely cute. I am not beautiful.

I’m not the ‘void’ that made me small when collage boys looked at me. I have learned from my experiences and I have always been more then my face or body. 

You say we should wait and see. Let the way things go, make the decision. I don’t mind going that way. But I see now I’m a number, a prized pet begging for attention with all the other women. A number.

There is an entire women’s movement of equality and their begging their men and trying to teach their sons to see women differently. I don’t think we’re succeeding. 

Woman are valuable because we are a ‘person’equal to men in every way. We are valuable because we are as smart as men and at times, much wiser. 

We are not our looks or our ability to bear a certain amount of children. We are not all the same. Each woman is unique and valuable for being herself. Stop numbering us on your head board. 

Ladies, stop chasing the men who are only after your tail. Stop letting them win when they characterize you as that easy girl they slept with. Make it hard, so they see your worth. Make them work.

And if they can’t see how wonderful you are. Throw them to the curb. Teach them a lesson. Tell them to stop objectifying women. To stop only seeing bleach-blond hair, big breasts,  and a lady whose got back — as the epitome of womanhood.

All of this is special and may make you who you are. The right men will adore your body, and it’s unique proportions. But they’ll adore your mind and your soul equally. They’ll treat you — what a word — specially.

And your man will try his hardest, to ensure you see you are valuable to him. All of you, from your hair to your toes. From your thoughts to your soul. 

Don’t do the walk of shame again and be ashamed for expressing your sexuality. If it’s what you desire you should know, you better make him a number before he turns you into one.

You best believe me lady. You are falling for a con. And you’re pushing back the women’s movement when you give into his charm. When he hasn’t put the work into, seeing you for who you are.

What I’m Listening To


Something a little different. Here are some songs I am listening to on my phone right now. Some old good ones and some that are newer. But all different genres. If you can`t see the videos from YouTube please click on my blog title and go into my blog to see the music videos.

1.Sound of Silence: Disturbed

 

2.Uptown Funk Featuring Bruno Mars

 

3. Limes: Brad Paisley

 

4.Smoke Break: Carrie Underwood

 

5. Everglow: Cold Play

 

6. Charlie Puth: Marvin Gaye featuring Meghan Train0r

 

7. Tim McGraw: Diamond Rings and Old Bar Stools

 

8. Kate Voegele: Hallelujah

 

9. Sia:Alive

 

10. Miranda Lambert ft. Little Big Town: Smoking and Drinking

Carrie Underwood Blown Away Tour May 17, 2013


I am struck by the power of music how melody can just carry you away. I cannot say every singer or band does this for me but one who does is the wonderful Carrie Underwood, whom I got to see for a second time in concert last night. Carrie’s voice is strong and powerful for such a tiny woman but she never seems small to me. Her performance, her band, her light and projection shows, her floating stage on her recent tour, are all larger than life.

For me it is that moment she started singing “Good Girl” that her voice really struck me. It was like bang! Right from the start her low powerful voice hits you somewhere in your stomach and later in your heart unleashing a mash of emotion and feeling. Unleashing a part of you that celebrates, dances, and releases your troubles at the sound of Carrie’s passionate vocals.

It’s not only the sound of her voice that is epic but her lyrics are a poetry unto themselves. They are a connection among women everywhere, sometimes among people every where, who hear her lyrics and think this is just how I feel. Sometimes, I feel my life is out of control and I want “Jesus [to] take the wheel,” sometimes I feel like bashing in the car of that loser who will ” maybe next time . . . think before he cheats,” and sometimes I get so frustrated with life, with my past I just want it to all get ” blown away.”

Her songs have always been an inspiration to me. Particularly, her more Christian songs like ” Temporary Home” as I consider my belief in Jesus and that one day I will be gone from this temporary place as wonderful as it is sometimes, in the hands of God when I die. Sometimes I feel that I literally just have to let ” Jesus take the wheel, ” leave my life in his hands or I would not be able to handle another minute. And if anyone has ever heard her You Tube Video of the hymn ” How Great Thou Art” you will know what it means to believe in God who is capable of so much love and such giving, to bless a singer to be able to effect people in their hearts and souls the way Carrie Underwood does.

Even if you are not a Christian it is hard not to be affected by Carrie’s beautiful voice and it was the perfect evening. I got to spend the evening with a good friend, have a few drinks, and be carried away by the rich textured and strong voice of Carrie Underwood, to live for a moment just in her music and the good vibes shares by the crowd and performers alike.

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Be Still


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Be Still- The Fray

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I have been so blessed and lucky in my life to have people to depend on, to never be alone even in my darkest times. But I know that this is not the case for everyone – that family fails, friends fails, and things even though you think they could not get any lower, do. When I first, heard the song Be Still by the Fray it reminded me of this, of how life can really get you down sometimes; but it also reminded me of how there is always hope in life even in our darkest hours. For me, this is a song I could hear God telling people as they pray for relief from problems, that he will never fail us even though humanity may. It is also a song I can hear people telling each other, even though they do disappoint each other sometimes, that we are all here on this earth to support each other, sometimes against each other, sometimes for each other. The simple repitition of the words “Be still, be still, be still” also reminded me that even though we are falliable people, with our support networks of religion, family, and friends we are able to cope. I also just wanted to offer hope to anyone out there who needs it right now. Things will get better, take a quiet moment to think “to be still” and know your are not alone. For your enjoyment I have quoted some of the lyrics of the song for you below and if you like it is available on Itunes to download or on you tube:

…Be still and know that I’m with you, be still and know that I am here. Be still and know that I’m with you, be still, be still, and know. When darkness comes from you and covers you with fear and shame, be still and know that I’m with you, and I will say your name … when you go through the valley, and the shadow comes down from you, if morning never comes to be, be still, be still, be still. If you forget the way to go and lose where you came from. If no one is standing beside you, be still and know I am. – The Fray

If you have heard the song, or read the lyrics, what did you think of the song? Does it provide hope for you? Does it make you feel peaceful and think of the supports you have in your life? Maybe even the fact that it is a song a simple, piece of music can provide people with hope. What do you think?