dVerse: Poem – Quadrille – “The Sweetest Gift” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse


Thanks to Lillian from dVerse Poet’s Pub for hosting today’s poetic prompt. Today’s prompt is a gift or present in whatever context. 

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Credit: Picture Correct – Smoke Photography Tips

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An ungift, poisonous —

Vapid utterance. 

Putrid alleys, 

Unimaginable  stench. 

Monstrosity of curses, 

Needles pricking, 

Drugs without euphoria.

No blissful visions, 

No ethereal weightlessness. 

Only a voracious appetite, 

Incantations of demons. 

Should’ve kept, 

Your pitch black prayers. 

Piercing flames of candle flicker, 

Enlightens fractured hearts. 

Smoke of holy incense. 

Healing through illumination, 

The sweetest gift.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

 

Three Line Tales: Poem – Three Lunes – “Disgusting Orange String” #3Linetales #poetry #amwriting 


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for this week’s photo prompt:

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Image Credit: Philip Estrada

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Orange ball of string you’re,

Disgusting, so blinding, 

Why construction signs are warnings.

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An in colour in Fall, 

There’s a reason, 

I hate your putrid presence. 

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Ball of string I’m tossing —

You, you’re a —

Loose end — J’adore calmer bleu.
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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Sunday Photo Fiction: The Elven Healer


Thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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A Mixed Bag

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Their enemies were close, Kaleen could smell them. They reeked of blood and the putrid stench of those who had not bathed; the gremlin’s mission was death to all elves.

Kaleen knew the elves were strong. Hardened warriors, both men and women. Kaleen was a significant force in the war because she had healing magic; few elves possessed healing powers.

Though many elven warriors lay at death doors, Kaleen held her hands tight against their wounds, chanting magic incantations her Grandmother once taught her, and healing them. Kaleen also knew which plants would aid her own healing.

At the moment, she was trying to escape the gremlins with a young dying healer named Liam. The enemy had snuck up on Liam as he slept. Kaleen had half-carried him to a part of the woods where the aloe vera plants thrived. 

Kaleen cut a leaf of an aloe vera plant, allowing its juice to drip into Liam’s deep wound. She chanted using every bit of her magic. Later, she awoke, thinking, she must have passed-out. Healing a healer was difficult and used a great amount of energy. 

She was caught of guard as she arose. Liam was gone and two gremlins sneered, glaring at Kaleen. She drew her enchanted sword, releasing fire globes from her free hand, powerful magic not to heal, but to kill.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Etherees – ” Diamonds, Suits, and Equality.” 


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I could keep on telling you of all the —

Possibilities, endless in row, 

Diamonds glittering, light within, 

Such falseness in clarity, 

Like you, extensively cheap —

You don’t comprehend, 

Lies kill love and —

Con-artists, 

Thrive; I 

See

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Through, 

Your lies, 

You’re glass with, 

Fractured cracks split, 

In all directions, 

Blaming me because you’re, 

A lost boy never grown up, 

Buying your way with jewels and, 

Expensive booze on your breath; putrid, 

The smell, of vanity, and self-deceit.

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Broken old man, in business suit glaring, 

Imagining you’ve an empire but you’ve,

Only got a shilling and its, 

Currency long past, not used, 

So pay for your glitter, 

Die for Diamond rings, 

You’ve only things, 

And no ounce,

Substance, 

Fake.

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Look

Down on, 

Condescend, 

From you high horse, 

Fall on marble, crack, 

You’re a paragon, 

Sayings of virtue spent, 

Lying with each word on your tongue, 

Never saying what you mean and —

Not receiving your just dessert, 

Razing a woman below your boot,

It’s not Madmen; she cares not for jewels.

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Rather, she wishes you’d respect her more, 

Pay her equal for the same type of job, 

Not peer down on her to use her, 

Not think she is stupid with —

Her four-year-degree not —

Good enough for you, 

She isn’t going, 

To be stuck, 

Keeping, 

Home.

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Jewels, 

Don’t phase, 

Her more than, 

A moment’s past–

She sells them all back, 

Letting you see she’ll toss, 

Your silly rock she’ll not be —

That girl; she fought for her place and, 

The dealings were rough; no respect for —

Her a diamond unformed a jewel still scorned.

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In modern world she’s disgusted with the —

Throw-back to Don Drapper; but even he told, 

His teen daughter “You’re beautiful –

The rest is up to you; TV —

Showing reality and, 

The issue at hand, 

Equality means, 

Woman, Man,  

Same. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved