#OctPoWriMo Day 11/Sunday Writing Prompt: Poem — Octelle — “Avoiding the Cracks” #amwritingpoetry #MLMM


For OctPoWriMo Day 11, the Prompt is falling through the cracks. Also, I’ve combined with MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt based on a Rudyard Kipling Poem called “If . . .”


Your soulmate wasn’t supposed to be perfect. You were meant to see the cracks in her soul and fill them with what you have and she was meant to see yours. Together you would be complete.” Shannon L. Alder


“If . . .” By Rudyard Kipling


It’s difficult for men to see,
We’re all cracked with faults daft, costly.
It’s difficult to admit we fall,
That we can’t tread through life evolved;
Not noting where the sidewalk bends,
Without the aid of our good friends.
What makes a man, it’s hard to know,
What makes a woman, do you know?
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But for both genders, patience works,
When those near find fault in our quirks.
If you remain trustworthy,
Despite others doubt’s swerving;
And consider their judgment still.
If you forget their lies and wills,
Focused on themselves, and choose truth,
You’ll avoid sidewalk cracks; the uncouth.
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It’s easier to forget hate,
To face it, but act with graciousness.
To have wisdom, but not force —
With advice for others; ignore —
Their destructive plans, their schemes,
Learn instead to master dreams.
Think with discernment, avoid cracks,
Don’t get caught up in silly spats.
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Be wise in triumph, and stay calm —
When disaster imposes wrongs.
While others misconstrue words —
You’ve spoken; if they’re perturbed,
Ignore the traps of fools and knaves.
See as they fall through the cracks, waves —
That drown them, as you find shore,
Keep going, rebuild; them ignore.
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Hold on with all you have inside,
Life’s no elegant first class ride.
Things look up, than they swivel,
Until you’re trapped within riddles.
Hold on to hope, know all men count.
Let none slide through society,
Not without amiability
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Your are the sun; you are not cracked.
Those your glow touches, keeps you on track.
You’re the sun lighting the world,
Yours is the world as it fast whirls.
You are the stars sharing your sheen;
Nebulas bursting seams,
So, keep avoiding sidewalk cracks,
Keep gliding on air, and there bask.

©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.
   
   
©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.
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Poem: Free Verse – “A Scream” #amwriting #scream #horror #poetry


I have been watching this Scream series, done by Netflix, loosely based on the Scream horror films from when I was a teenager. The show is pretty decent. It has interesting characters with more depth because you can do that with episodes as opposed to movies. As well, the creators are able to string the plot out, giving the episodes more meat that way. It remains a typical teen horror genre show, as the movies were, but I enjoy it. Maybe it’s nastelgia, or maybe it’s knowing most of the main characters are going to get killed off. But exactly how? And when? 

The poem below is loosely based off of the Netflix series.

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Life’s a scream,You may not find much, you can redeem.
When life’s a scream,

The parties, drinking, people becoming obscene.

And life’s a scream,

You may not find, the pearl in the center of your dreams.

Life’s a scream, 

But I find this horror genre a has been,

Life’s a scream,

In the day, the conversation ebbs and sways; I lean,

On sidewalk cracks and think, life’s a scream,

Unless you’re out of your mind trying not to bleed.

A wound from your soul; life’s a scream,

When were caught in-between, the middle and the end scene.

Yes, life’s a scream,

The killer lurking, ending all our dreams.

But people keep on saying, ” Life’s a scream.”

Yet, it’s only madness; ripped out seams;

Here’s to everything; life’s a scream,

In the end, a dark blank screen. 

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