Poem: Free Verse – “A Congested Mind” #poetry #amwriting 


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They call it the unknown

The future lying before you. 

No matter if you’re psychic, 

No one knows what happens. 

There are varied scenarios,

Ways it could play out, 

But truly we don’t know the future

It’s a mystery creeping forward, 

And it pulls us along on our knees.

Whether we go willingly, 

Or go kicking and screaming;

Time marches in to the beat,

Of father time’s own drum. 

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I don’t know what’s coming, 

I know worrying won’t help. 

I think sometimes I try to give advice, 

Reassuring myself in kind. 

There are bright possibilities, 

Hoping people become, 

More kind than they are mean to each other. 

Pray people look-out for each other, 

But sometimes I think society is self-centred. 

I admit to such fault and others too,

But I’m still fearful;

When I think of a year or two ahead, 

I’m afraid what if it’s not the right plan? 

Experience deftly taught me,

Plans are dim outlines of reality. 

Mostly, life goes where it goes

And God only knows where or why. 

Leading us through dark valleys, 

Into trenches with piercing bullets flying. 

Into classrooms with screaming kids, 

A gunmen on the loose. 

He leads us through to people, 

Whose power makes one nervous. 

How even democracy isn’t safe —

A tyrant could rule all. 

Maybe the world will surprise me, 

But I fear for the little person. 

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My own personal fears weigh heavy, 

Though others bear pains greater. 

Of lawyers and cases, 

Of corruption and crime. 

Those crimes we deem terrible;

Those crimes brushed under the rug. 

Greed and all those other sins,

Abhorred but freely ignored. 

Though I can never say what’s worse —

My own flaws or imperfections

Or those I’m faced with. 

Stress shows through cracks, 

Egg yokes running. 

No one likes raw eggs except in cookie dough

The future is overwhelming. 

But at least they’ll still be cookie dough, 

And I don’t know why —

I’m particular and observant

Why I know it’s better to be alone

Than be truly alone with another. 

Why I wait for that spark

Why I wait for the morning dawn. 

A smile in his eyes which is genuine

Wherever he is. 

But maybe happiness is a puppy

Paws following me on the hardwood, 

Barks at random sounds. 

The glory of a puppy skidding down —

The off leash trail and wheeling;

Turning around to jump on me, 

To pick her up when she’s tired. 

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My bones are stiff and ridged

My dreams fall to despair

So many books and writers, 

And not anyone can compare

How to rise above the masses, 

Or fill your own niche contented. 

But perhaps one could be something

Success in small moments. 
Afraid and weighted

Need to cry, tears unshed, 

Because disease is cruel. 
Even if Heaven is the end of the tunnel,

So many words are left unsaid

The timing of it all, does it work? 

I feel alienated

Though I try hard to keep the connection

It’s all in your planning Lord;

So must I say, your will be done.

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©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved. 

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: The Banshee #amwriting #writing #flashfiction 


Thank you to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW: 

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Maizie stared at the neighbouring property to her parents cabin. For as long as she could remember, the property had been deserted. 

Growing up, Maizie and her two brothers would create possible stories about what happened to the people who lived in the ruins of the old cabin. 

“It was a shark, one as big as Jaws,” her younger brother Rupert said. 

“It had to be bigger than a shark and fiercer,” said her eldest brother Richard.

The possible stories continue until they were all three, young teenagers. 

“I dare you to go out to the haunted cabin,” Richard told Maizie. 

“Come on,”Rupert teased her.

Maizie thought she would show, both her brothers, she wasn’t afraid. “Fine I’ll go, but you two have to come with me. Bring the flashlights.” 

All three siblings crept out to the abandoned property at night. When they reached the cabin, a moaning wail made them all jump. 

“What was that?” Rupert asked.

Maizie could feel her palms sweat in fear as the wailing continued. 

At that moment, the banshee chose to sneak up behind them — a possibility which hadn’t occurred to Maizie and her brothers. 

The banshee appeared to float, and a large black cloak covered her knotted grey hair. Her eyes were black coals piercing their souls and her skin felt like crepe paper as the banshee touched all their faces. 

Richard said fearfully, “Banshees only come when a family member is about to die, what’s she doing here?”

The Banshee’s wails increased at Richard’s suggestion and she sucked the life out of all three siblings. Their young life forces were exactly what she required.  

Her haggish appearance lifted and a beautiful woman walked out of the ruins of the abandoned cabin, smiling at her now youthful appearance. 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 23/24 –  Lento – “Art and The Fantastic” #amwriting #poetry


Prompt Day 23/24: Fantastical 

Definition: 

“1.conceived or appearing as if conceived by an unrestrained imagination;odd and remarkable; bizarre; grotesque:fantastic rock formations; fantastic designs.2.fanciful or capricious, as persons or their ideas or actions:We never know what that fantastic creature will say next.3.imaginary or groundless in not being based on reality; foolish orirrational:fantastic fears.4.extravagantly fanciful; marvelous.5.incredibly great or extreme; exorbitant:to spend fantastic sums of money.6.highly unrealistic or impractical; outlandish:a fantastic scheme to make a million dollars betting on horse races.7.Informal. extraordinarily good:a fantastic musical.” 

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Unrestrained, beauty of the game, 

Uncontained, no limits are found. 

Unrestrained, freedom without shame.

Uncontained, leaping with no sound. 

Undetained, words flowing amaze. 

Unconvinced mere fantastical, 

Undenied creativity

Unconceived all the possibilities, 

Undenied art — ingenuity

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Art, there is no limits, no bounds, 

Start, nothing ventured is the same.

Art, bizarre and odd, they surround.

Start, with words; imagination reigns. 

Impart advice: “Do What You Like.” 

Dart here, there –no right way exists.

Art, the forms of imagination, 

Dart, the fantastical persists

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Lento:

” A Lento consists of two quatrains with a fixed rhyme scheme of abcb, defe as the second and forth lines of each stanza must rhyme. To take it a step further, but not required, try rhyming the first and third lines as well as the second and forth lines of each stanza in this rhyming pattern: abab, cdcd. The fun part of this poem is thrown in here as all the FIRST words of each verse should rhyme. There is no fixed syllable structure to the Lento, but keeping a good, flowing rhythm is recommended.” 

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved 

What Will The Future Bring?


Of the future, man knows least; yet, about this, he worries most.
– Ivan Panin

I’ve reached another turning point in my life, which, makes me wonder what will the future bring. I have only to wait patiently to find out yet still this does not stop me from wondering. I wonder a lot of things and I suppose I feel because of the nature of my health problems that my future is more ‘ up for grabs’ than many people I know, largely because I feel I have less control over the things I get to do in my life. But then another side of me thinks this isn’t true. That we equally all of us have our futures as unpredictable because no one knows if he or she will be here the next day, or the day after that. All our futures are lost to unpredictability.

But I would like to think that even those of us with the shortest time left have something to look forward to. Maybe, it’s just a few laughs or maybe it’s the glory of heaven. We all need something no matter how small to greet us the next moment or day. Call me crazy but I’m looking forward to being single again. To be able to check out that hot guy at the table next to mine and not feel the tiniest sense of guilt. I’m looking forward to meeting new friends (both male and female) and I’m just so happy to be able to get up again everyday healthy not to lie in bed but to to be able to read and write. And even though I can only handle about 5 minutes of intervals and 2 abdominal exercises I’m excited to get my body in whatever better shape I can get it into too.

But something I love about the future is possibility. I have always felt so fresh, alive, and that life is full of such magic when there is the possibility to choose and have an an array of unknown choices in front of me. Or maybe, it’s not always that we get to choose it’s that life takes on various directions along with our choices . I haven’t felt as if I have had many choices in a long while. I think I’ve been living a stagnant life. Changing my relationship status has brought me along way that opportunity of possibility. It’s more freedom with my time, more freedom for old and new friends, more freedom to focus on bettering myself, and more freedom to focus on bettering the world around me.

Yes, as Panin wrote we may no know least about the future but it’s the most exciting.