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#OctPoWriMo Day 30/ Photo Challenge: Poem – Wrapped Refrain – “ The Occult Shop” #poetry #photochallenge #dVerse 


For OctPoWriMo Day 30 the prompt theme is forbidden. As per usual I’m combining prompts with Bodhirose’s #dVerse Poet’s Pub open link night prompt and Scribblers Dip of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie ‘s Photo Prompt Challenge. 

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Credit: © Richard Davis Photography

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Barbara the Methodist walks by —

Aging, cluttered shop, holds head high.  

Her morals don’t permit feeling —

Curious she crosses busy street. 

Readings of palms of one’s future —

Advertised; she considers curtly. 

Blouse buttoned to her neck, arms folded, righteous ire,  

Prays curiousity won’t condemn her to the fire. 

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Martin the mailman delivers —

Packages with symbols, riddles. 

Cashier is a friendly goth kid, 

Worn man watching frightens Martin.

Knows things he shouldn’t know all too well. 

Secrets hid deep, Martin’s own hell; 

Tortured with memories from a childhood of sad hurt, 

Old man offers help, revenge with a strange voodoo curse. 

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Danielle at the cash register, 

Peers around her, bad vibes incur. 

Items of witchcraft and pagan —

Jewelry of Celtic design. 

From eons ago polished bright,

Such treasures blend, occult sights. 

Shop’s wage pays well, most customers tip buying —

Items for potions and ailments — she’ll keep silence. 

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Ancient face with creased folds knows much —

Desires that he did not so he plucks, 

Courage from reserves to see Barb. 

Prudish and angry inferring, 

He has a choice in knowing fortunes. 

She sneers, he revealed misfortunes —

No matter her believed goodness her false piety, 

Barb sees herself righteously  forbidden

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From the likes of magic healing, 

Holistic meds as blood congeals, 

In her heart which is dark damning;

Others beaming hope as Barb fans, 

Smoke of incense by the mailman.

Sniffs at Danielle’s tattoos all grand, 

Demands for him to read her hand, doesn’t know facts, 

Barbara the hateful sees not, he reads hearts and fates. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 


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Tale Weaver: Poem – Free Verse – “Super Women” #poetry #amwriting #taleweavers #dVerse 


Thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Tale Weaver Prompt #135 in Princess Charming, a female heroine saving Prince Charming. Also, thanks to Grace of Poet’s Pub for hosting open link night. 

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Credit: Google for Reuse

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They say that, 

Real heros have capes, tights;

Uniforms and Bat lights. 
They shoot webs, 
Like spiders but from, 

Their palms. 

Flying and leaping, 

Over tall buildings. 

Their technology is —

Top of the line. 

They’re stoic, tough, 

Bantering, 

Male bonding and showmanship.

Strong shields guard,  

Robatic armour too. 

Glowing hearts of uranium, 

And flying suits. 

Hands pulsing lasors. 

With green hoods, 

Piercing arrows. 

Strength that’s incalculable

They’re ages old, 

Hundreds or Thousands. 

There human or from, 

Other dimensions, worlds. 

Becoming angry, 

Mean and green. 
Are blinded but powerful. 

Yet few will notice, 

Female superheroes, 

Their tough outer layers. 
They’ve a solid insistence, 

For the good of mankind. 

They sacrifice as a —

Black Widow or a mutant, 

Causing storms. 

The Mockingbird or a Scarlet Witch.

The Wolverine’s friend, Rogue. 

Women know, 

How being gentle, 

Is as mighty as Thor’s hammer. 

How sensitivity with honed, 

Physical skills, 

Has an authentic glory. 

Not understanding, 

Why men keep warring. 

Even though —

They know they must. 

So, they do too, 

Wonder Womans and —  

Super girls, 

Their skirts shorter. 

Slipping into —

Dark corners, 

To hide their tears;

Heroic tears 

As in a man’s world —

Most men don’t recognize, 

The first Wonder Woman, 

In their life, 

Gave birth to them. 

Nurtured them, 

Their superpowers hidden, 

To be the best — 

Moms. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Relationship, Short Stories And Serial Stories, Writing

Writing 101 – A Letter to Ann


pinup-1The letter lay on the park path as if it had become part of the red, yellow, and brown leaves that surrounded it. The paper was of a thick colored stock that felt heavy in her hands and she opened it up carefully almost feeling weird about reading someone else’s private mail. It was written in business letter format and in messy handwriting. An address to the side read:

Ann Bennet

10456-105 Ave

Edmonton AB T5C 4E4

Under the address was a date September 27, 2014 followed by the body of the letter which stated that the letter writer (David) wished to end his relationship with Ann. He had met the love of his life and it wasn’t her. He wrote that he respected her and had enjoyed the time they spent together but that his new girlfriend was jealous and that Ann, his Assistant, could no longer be part of his personal life and if he she wished he would find her a new job, with better pay of course, in the company. The letter was signed David xoxo.

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Ann crumpled to the black pitch path beneath her. She wiped the sweat off her suddenly damp palms and stared ahead at David’s house where she had spent the night. She didn’t know what to do. Why was this letter written to her, Ann Bennet, at her address, lying on the park path by David’s house? They had been together for 4 years and she had thought that eventually they would end up marrying, that had been her end game — her happily ever after.

But now reading the letter a heaviness crept into her heart. Ann slowly got up off the pavement and hobbled towards David’s house, letter in hand. When she opened David’s patio door and crept inside the house, David was already eating breakfast and he smiled at her in that familiar way that Ann had come to love. He kissed her cheek and Ann’s tear escaped onto her cheek bone.

Ann thrust the letter into David’s hands with big sad questioning blue eyes. David gasped reading the letter quickly:

” I didn’t write this, there isn’t anyone else. You’re the only one I want,” he sputtered confused. But the red-head coming down the stairs in a beautiful wool navy shift dress made everything fall into place for Ann. She shook her head, and lifted her chin to the receptionist on the stairs believing nothing David tried to tell her.

” I’m going to get my things.” Ann said and David begged her not to. ” I would like a different job,” she whispered, ” I can’t be your assistant anymore.”

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At the top of the stairs the seemingly saintly red-haired receptionist smiled and watched the love of David’s life walk out of his life. Things were going to change and it all begun with the wonderful letter she had left for Ann as Ann had taken her morning run.

No one knew that the receptionist had faked coming to David’s last night under the guise that her boyfriend was trying to hurt her, she knew David, wouldn’t send her away. Yes, things were going to change, and Ann was no longer an obstacle for the red-haired temptress at David’s firm.