Collage Prompt: Poem – Rictameter – “Books and Cherries” #amwriting #poetry #collage


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s Collage Prompt.


Collage MLMM
Credit: Shawn Van Deale the woman on the left: Johnny Palacois the woman/aloe vera plant on the right.

Humming,

As the bird who’s —

Thrumming in the air,

Struggling for each flutter so

Rapid; so utterly fast it’s blurring.

My wings in flight are haze to you,

You don’t see underneath;

Desperation,

Humming.

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Darkness,

Arising in —

My stomach, spiraling,

To the surface out of my —

Broken soul that I mend in those worlds found,

In each and every story, novels —

Ending hiding; I’m no —

Crab in my shell’s —

Darkness.

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In dreams,

I writhe, I twist,

Tales of old and new —

Follow me when enters Sandman,

To calm adventures stripping me of sleep.

But just as I live in my books,

I live in nightmarish —

Tales at midnight,

In dreams.

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Awake,

Oh, sheltered one.

Let the black smoke rise, cleanse

Your body from your shattered self,

Set free your mind, let your spirit live,

Life’s the greatest adventure,

Stories read fill gaps;

Burst forth spirit,

Awake.

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Cherries,

You’re sexy  as,

Women who curl cherry —

Stems into knots with skillful tongues.

Unafraid to bare your body,

When it’s appreciated.

With love, you expose your —

Soul; All for ripe

Cherries.

—-

As books,

Sweet red cherries,

From the Okanagan,

A valley of delicacies.

Driving through B.C. in summer, you —

Stop at every fruit stand,

Selling juicy fruit — truths;

Cherries savored,

As books.

—–

Smokescreen,

Floats up swirls as —

Papal smoke; the blackness,

Forgiven reading thousands

Of tales, every genre, every language.

Devouring ‘reads’ as cherries,

Demons gone; living with —

Wisdom taught, no —

Smokescreen.

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Light’s glow,

In each tale read.

Nourishes souls; keeps me —

Aching to learn, wanting to know,

Of worlds, fantastic characters —

With hubris, compelling charm.

While some characters are —

Searching hard for,

Light’s glow.

—–

Writing,

It filled holes,

Torn in souls, in hearts wrecked,

The reader became author,

Discovering within her fingers lies a —

Haven, a solace of peace, rest;

Because the story grows —

In her, exposing —

Writing.


©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved

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Sunday Photo Fiction: Poem – Italian Sonnet “The Holiday Spirit” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction 


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF. 

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Credit: A Mixed Bag

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(Written Christmas Day)

Though times they change and we move on in life, 

We cannot say at Christmas, we’re not blessed

Food to eat, fine company, we confess —

To much chocolate, many sweets, little strife; 

Compared to the state of many a place ripe, 

With destruction, death, such hate which festers

To much is wrong, but be at peace nonetheless. 

His time draws near, have cheer; lasting hurt wiped. 

Peace on earth, goodwill to all mankind, let’s —

Be kind to our neighbours and remember to share, 

Life is tough, let no one be in despair

Let us share the good news, for He is born set —

Healing broken hearts and pains of the past bled, 

Great physician who taught, love each other, care

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 13 – Italian Sonnet – “Grim” #amwriting #poetry


Day 13 Prompt: Flowing
” Where in your life do you need less struggle and more flow? Show us a time when you allowed yourself to go with the flow. Free write for ten minutes around one of the two sentences above or what flow/ing means to you.” 

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ESOL Nexus – British Counsel.

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When I consider how life flows, my time spent, 

Wondering how I ended up with life lent;

Dreaming in clouds, with rose coloured glasses. 

Shards of glass, metal; not all pain passes. 

Thoughtless and crude, keeping bottom line,

Knowing their fault; lying, hurting, unkind.

It’s not easy to hate, can’t name specific face,

Just spineless corporation, without grace.

—–

Greedy businessman who don’t care you paid, 

Money so your life wouldn’t go astray. 

Sickness you never asked for doesn’t heal. 

But you’re at fault because you try in life? 

You don’t give up, so you must be able, ripe —

Ripped to pieces, your future flow more grim. 

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Poem: Italian Sonnet – “Twilight’s Path” #wordhighjuly #poetry #amwriting



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Scorching rays of sunlight fade into dusk,

Warm winds blowing, though thunder struck in pain.

Cooling winds embrace the hour, twilight gains.

Sunsets east, blazing pink; purple twinge, blush.

Come weary, who experience harsh gusts.

Behold your slumber waits twilight dark feigns.

Crawling, reaching, until pitch black has reign,

The problems of day they fade; copper to rust.

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Now ponder in dreams, solutions to life, 

We cannot solve every issue; we try.

Life as growing fruit, right season for ripe.

Longing for time we’re not merely alive.

A time for everything, in season right.

Judge not your troubles; twilight guides night.

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Poem: Rondel – ” Frivolity “


Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt frivolous.

Rondel form: ABba abAB abbaA

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http://www.giphy.com
 
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Not sure, I need frivolous lies,

Frivolity means you’re careless with life,

Your actions they present dire strife.

You turn away with a quiet sigh.

—–

Anger builds within me, you don’t try.

You’re frivolous with time and life.

Not sure, I need frivolous lies,

Frivolity means you’re careless with life.

—–

Not going to let you just fly.

You are like fruit overally ripe.

Spending time frivolous you gripe.

You’ll never know simple sighs.

Not sure I need, frivolous lies.

—-

©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.