Sunday Writing: Poem – English Sonnet – “The Jungle Fight” #amwritingpoetry #SundayWriting


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this prompt.


“These mountains you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.” Najwa Zebian


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They’re mountains that weigh, on my heart to slay;

To grieve me despite, all that’s suffered mute.

Pains of malice crawling, with pincers raze.

My eyes wander, collide with yours for clues.

How can we escape this unending hike?

Death march, end unknown; follow the leader.

Or, slip away through vapid mindless might;

Catch melodic tweets, delight a dreamer.

Let not endless trees’ tangle– no ‘good-death’;

Let not poison Venus shrill;

wildcat’s bite.

Leave heat-exhaustion, shallow fettered breath,

Pincers lingering, swipe through brushes –fight.

For we’re warriors fierce, Amazonian’s who thrive;

Not aimless birds, astray in shallow wilds.


©️Mandibelle16. (2019) All Rights Reserved.

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Music Prompt #6: Poem – Free Verse – “Not My Defeat” #amwriting #musiccprompt #poetry 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Friday Music Prompt. This week’s song is “The Cave” by Mumford & Sons. 

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“The Cave” – Mumford & Sons

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Your broken walk, your deceptive talk, 

You meat-eater, man-eater,

Frigid walls of your heart echo without beat. 

Cowardly harlot of bitter teeth,

Take all your bites, 

Leave the bones picked clean.

Starving the peasants,

In your shallow retreat. 

Malice, miscalculations, 

Your sins they visit your neighbours. 

The harvest is barren,

No fruit bursts eaten. 

Devouring the land,

You think no one knows,

But I know your shame is complete. 

And for some odd reason,

I pity the weak.

I pity your barren soul attacking, 

Then, retreating.

I’ll not be the swimmer,

Drowned by your weighted pulls, 

Clawing acrylic fingers. 

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So I will hold on to hope, 

No noose will scrap your delicate throat. 

I’ll find strength in pain, 

I will change my ways. 

My name will be no whisper,

You will not be my defeat. 

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My faults, my fears,

Pummeling my face.

But I am numb, 

I weather the war. 

The suffering you’ve caused, 

Tears droplets from heaven. 

You are not forgiven,

You cannot make me deaf, 

I see all your faults and all your fears,

You cannot mask wretchedness, 

Not change until it’s admitted. 

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So I will hold on hope, 

No noose will scrape your delicate throat.

I’ll find strength in pain,

I will change my ways.

My name will be no whisper,

You will not be my defeat. 

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I’ll invade the darkest cave,

Find your hiding place. 

There’s no safety in your chambers, 

Come out walking on your hands.

Do you comprehend,

The nature of dependence

When you see the Creator’s plans

The makers hands? 

So much mightier than your, 

Waifish fingers wringing. 

Crawl and then arise,

I’ll ignore your Siren’s call,

Your voice a hollow sound,

Wounds my ears. 

Aches my heart, 

Heart of diamond rock.

Freedom’s a melody that calls to me,

A treble cliff in the sky, 

Floating music notes that speak of remorse. 

Your siren’s lure,

Has been escaped. 

The magician knows, 

Reality’s illusions. 

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So I will hold on hope,

No noose will scrape your delicate throat.

I’ll find strength in pain,

I will change my ways. 

My name will be no whisper,

You will not be my defeat.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Jumping In Puddles #amwriting #flashfiction #memories


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: Jessica Haines

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Mom kept telling Autumn to stop playing in the water which had puddled into massive shallow lakes at school.”No Autumn, you’ll get your clothes and shoes all wet and you’ll come home and say how your feet are cold because you refuse to wear your rubber boots,” 

Autumn gave her Mom a Cheshire grin, “It’s okay Mom, I brought extra clothes and shoes.” But Mom only frowned and forbid Autumn to jump in the puddles. 

As with many children, forbidding them not to do something, ensures they will do that something. So when Autumn and her friends arrived at school and saw the giant puddles which rose to the middle of their calves, they splashed in the puddles all day. 

Autumn came home on the school bus and her mother gasped. Her daughter was soaked straight through. Even her second set of clothing and shoes were wet. She was going to yell at Autumn but seeing the exhilarated smile on Autumn’s face, decided to forgo the chastisement today. After all, the puddles would be around for a while. 

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Black Out Prompt: Poem – Black Out – ” Not Roses” #amwriting #poetry #beauty #politics


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Black Out Prompt: 

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Credit: February 2017 INSTYLE Magazine

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Spring collection first shown, standout trends captivate. 

Pretty pink dresses, bandeau tops [are] proposed by influential, 

Femininity, classic ladylike variety reflected, underlying desire.

Creative support for the power and rights [of women], 

At a critical moment, clothes mirror complexity and chaos.

[A] new creative pointed statement, paying tribute, 

[Reminding us] attend the collection, printed with a line —

[It] leans [to] the left, favor[ing us] suffragettes. 

Explicit in making politics known, a reaction to unsettling results, 

 [Women and] fashion imagined entering a [new] season, 

Clothing playing [an] unexpected role, [our] viewpoints, [what] the world wears —

Becomes a political act. 

Interpretation, construeing message of inclusion, 

[There’s an] intention to celebrate women, 

We can all agree, [we need] be attentive and open to the world, to our creativity

[It] reflects our desiresembracing the imagery of strong, 

[What we wear is a] universal language women embrace. 

 [Your] engagement [demonstrates] how perceptions can change, 

Judged the same, we don’t assume shallow or [too] serious. 

Imagine in the coming years [unyielding] support, consider —

A contrary affect; [our] standards represent [our] enormous role. 

Perceive beauty’s responsibility taken seriously, 

Heartening to see interest in lives, so moved [knowing] —

We’re more and [moving forward with all] pioneering women, 

We’re not [merely] roses. 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 8 – “Porous Genes: A Mean Poem”


Day 8 Prompt: Porous

  1. 1a :  possessing or full of pores b :  containing vessels <hardwood is porous2a :  permeable to fluids b :  permeable to outside influences 3:  capable of being penetrated <porous national boundaries> (Merriam Webster Dictionary)

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I. Pouring water through a strainer,

Or putting flour through a sifter.

We never thought his mind was drained,

But his thinking wasn’t ever swift.


Not meaning to be rude, but clear,

He’d no ideas, just drank beer.

But when you spoke to him and said dear

Heard the wind, whistle through his ears.


II. Perhaps, it’s not nice to say she —

Had a bit of air in her head.

Like panning for gold through silt she —

Wasn’t precious metal some said.


She’s a tea leaf slipped through the ball,

Not much clever, but despite all —

We hope she picked up some wisdom,

Encouraged her read, learn something.


Rispetto:

“A Rispetto, is an Italian form of poetry, is a complete poem of two rhyme quatrains with strict meter. The meter is usually iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of abab ccdd. A Heroic Rispetto is written in Iambic pentameter, usually featuring the same rhyme scheme.”

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information.


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Maydays: Poem – San San – “Secrets on Paper, Deceitful Truths.” #Maydays #amwriting



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Thank you to K.L. Caley of new2writing for all of the #Maydays prompts. Please go into the link provided and give her a follow! Today’s prompt has to do with secrets and I’m going to do an eight line poem called a san san which repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The eight lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.
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I’ll write you my secrets if you write me —

Yours; we’ll scribble them on note paper, you’ll–

Read my deceitful sins and I’ll read yours.

When we’re done sharing secrets we’ll burn free —

Our twisted minds; smoke curling paper fuel, 

Deceit decaying flames –snatching your truth.

That’s why I’ve paper unburned, secrets yours.

Deceit in me shares secrets; you’ve no proof.

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You thought I gave secrets, you thought from me–

You tore out a page, paper hiding fuel, 

Cunning deceit, saw I in you, I tore —

Up my true secrets and gave you shallow dreams.

You’re not to be trusted on paper; you’re cruel, 

Telling all deceitfully; no real proof.

So I lied to you and your paper rules.

Keeping my secrets safe; my deceit is truth.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Septolet – “Dragon’s Fire.”


The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information on this form.

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Engaging demon,

Caught dreaming, 

Roars.

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Rapid movement,

Teeth snapping, 

Crash.

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Couldn’t perceive,

Dragon’s burning,

Embers.

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Comatose seeming,

Monster gleaming 

Terror.

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Three Quotes


Thanks to Jacqueline at A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales for nominating me to do three quotes in three days. It is much easier for me to give you three quotes at once so here we go:

1. Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much. – Oscar Wilde

– how to deal with those people that annoy us so much, kill them with kindness and forgiveness!

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2.I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. – Marilyn Monroe

The answer to why do bad things happen in my life and why do I have to suffer through this. Good things come from bad experiences.

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3.Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten. –Neil Gaiman, Coraline

 We shall overcome. The monsters in life, the things that hold us back and terrify us can be beaten.

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4. An extra but oh so important – Our God isn’t shallow. Our God doesn’t call us to shallow, and He knows that sometimes with a phone call, a ran stoplight, a routine blood test, or a sonogram, we can be thrown into the deep end. He is there in the deep end with us. –Jennifer L. Lane

– Trust in God, have faith in him, He will bring you through every storm in life. And He will one day bring you home to a better place. 

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