Photo Challenge/Poet’s Pub: Poem – Quadrille – “Un-Muddle” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse #photochallenge


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Photo Challenge. I’m combining with Whimsy Ghizmo’s #dVerse Poet’s Pub Quadrille challenge on the word muddle — to confuse.


Credit: Flora Borsi


“Bring Me To Life” by Evanescence


How you stare,

Inside my soul.

Nothingness overtakes,

My core.

Where’s my soul?

My will to heal?

My ill —

Pours out, revealed.

Lead me back,

No more self-scorn,

Self-inflicted demons;

Breathe your soul,

Into mine.

Relieve confusion;

Bring me to life.

Let me not —

Deteriorate.

Let my life,

Not be undone;

Radiate warmth,

Un-muddle me.


©Mandibelle16.(2018) All Rights Reserved.

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Tale Weavers Challenge: Poem – Lunes –  “Talismans or Superstitions?” #taleweavers #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie forhosting this week’s prompt on Talisemans:

” Talisman weave stories of our hopes, our fears, our dreams, our pasts, and our futures. Weave a tale about a talisman – perhaps one of yours, and let us into the sometime secret worlds talismans represent and protect.” 

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Tale Weavers

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Tale Weavers

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It’s not an exciting story, 

It’s not a —

Huge secret, I’ve few talismans. 

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Save a cross, if one —

Would call crosses, 

Talismans; but I’m not superstitious. 

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When the dead are gone, 

They’re good and —

Gone; to another place sent.

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Perhaps there exists wandering ghosts, 

Lost wailing spirits, 

But maybe, they’re demons deceitful.

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There’s no inbetween, no purgatory, 

No nothingness, only —

Eternal life or eternal death. 

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I don’t consider much is —

Coincidence or luck, 

Mostly, there are miracles –hope. 

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Prayer is beyond this realm, 

Something spirititual; ethereal, 

Unexplained, mysterious, but for faith. 

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Yet, I think superstition is —

A human creation, 

If we cannot explain something, 

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Make up stories, so we’ll

All feel better, 

When logically truth is quite clear. 

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A conundrum itself, 

Faith mixed with, 

Reason explaining what we fear.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

#OctPoWriMo – Day 2 – Kyrielle – “Facing The Void” #amwriting #poetry


Day 2 Prompt – The Void

As writers, and especially poetry writers, I believe we dive into the void on a regular basis to find the words, to gain perspective, to hibernate and more. How have you used the void? What does, “the void” mean to you?

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They said the void was some place dark, 

A place to fear, our thoughts to erase. 

Dove into the whirlpool, left my mark. 

Change begins, fearless the void face.

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Told me, the void was nothingness, 

I found vision, a sign of grace. 

Everything made sense, was goodness, 

Change begins, fearless the void face.

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Pathways curved, I yet had to fight, 

Marathon as life, mine a race. 

Engaged in battle, with small might. 

Change begins, fearless the void face.

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I experienced some awful times,

Then settled back, whirlpool escaped. 

Came out stronger, knowing my prize.

Change begins, fearless the void face.

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Peace and clarity, I gained true. 

Mind relaxed, no longer head case.

Spirit guided me, wings of lace. 

Change begins, fearless the void face. 

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© Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Photo (Collage) Challenge: Poem – LaJemme – “Live Now”


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s collage prompt.To quote the quote provided: ” Find what you love and let it kill you.” – Charles Bukowski


 

Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

“Find what you love and let it kill you,” love?

Not convinced of such advice; I feel through

Strife for all you who love, learning thereof,

You’re drained, weighing yourself down, you pained fool.


See love already makes you pay?

Don’t panic dreading, nor cling fast.

Life goes by fast, have you read?

Knowledge balance — passion and sass.


For unreal love, don’t die gallant.

You cannot last, with such false love.

Nothingness, lover’s grave now grass.

People alter their love, cast out love.


I’m not thinking of dying slow, faltering.

Enjoy laughing, for life’s done in a wink.

Wish not to sink in grave, for fresh air gasping.

Not leaving fast; learning never to blink.


You don’t know you; it changes, what you in life love.

Passion a glove, fits at the time, ends though —

You’ve no slight clue, once you’re dead — you’re above.

Live now, death costly price for draining you.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Free Verse – ” You Get What You Give” #poetry #amwriting 


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If words tumble out, a stumbling of words and tongue, 

Can you answer my questions, when I stutter and cry? 

When evil conspires in the speech of a mere voice, 

Not a person infront of you, just words over the phone.

Maybe you think you’re doing your job? 

But you’re morally decrepit. 

Bankrupt of mercy, and I wish you — nothing, 

But Karma, to flip you upside-down. 

The concept of Karma means, 

You get what you give, no matter who you are.  

We’re all mean, corrupted, and selfish, 

A world wide problem, broken inside and out, 

Some of us more ruined than others. 

We convince ourselves what is right, 

Anything I guess, if you can sleep at night?

But I am no cupcake, I will not be devoured.

I may be a little person, compared to the status of many, 

But as the words go, “I’m fiercer,” than most.

And my heels are dug in, I’ve retired my lipstick, 

And brought out my spears and my battle armour, 

The spirited warrior, though “she be little,” 

Diligent because,  I know what you’ll receive —

Exactly what you deserve, someday soon. 

So, I’ll show forgiveness, I won’t hold a grudge,

Because God alone, is your judge.

I don’t have to do anything, 

Because one day it will be you. 

Life happens, leaves us battered, 

In a senior’s home or a car accident. 

Could be any condition or disease, one day it will be you, 

So I pray for you, and I wish —

That someone will be kinder than you were to me, 

Someone will believe you’re actually sick.

Someone will care, how you will eek out a living. 

Someone will care, and won’t leave you empty handed. 

Hands full of nothing, but words which don’t matter, 

Words, no one hears, because Karma came knocking.

I hope someone listens, and has a good heart, 

For in some way we all suffer, and must lift each other up.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.