Tale Weavers: Poem – Wrapped Refrain (1) – “For the Little” #amwriting #poetry #taleweaver


Thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Tale Weaver’s Prompt August 10, 2017. The prompt has to do with birth

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Or lives may fade, flicker out,

Although time is short, new youth shout. 

Wild being young; then mellow, 

As life reaches end, they’ll bellow. 

At death’s cruelty at snatching, 

Their loved ones stolen before their time, thus grasped —

Death doing his duty, aiding the sick to pass. 

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In grief we forget they’re two sides, 

More than death, new life born crying.

Lusty wales, that mother’s yearn —

To hear when their baby’s have learned, 

Peace in the womb, is no longer.

Time to live, greet both Dad and Mom; 

Promise of life, legacy in children cherished, 

We all die, but we also train the youth and build them. 

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As necessary as death, is —

Our sweet infants crying so hard. 

Swaddled, held close, loved with full hearts, 

Provided best, us making do —

With the old, ensuring kids have food. 

All their needs, some wants, so they know they too belong. 

Not spoiling, letting them control, but nurturing strong. 

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So baby held within my arms, 

I promise you, here there’s no harm. 

As a babe and child, I can keep —

You safe, but you’ll grow learning; sweets —

Too many you’ ll become ill and keen

You don’t listen, life can be mean — 

It’s no piece of cake; but I’ll let you be little, although —

You’ll hate me; life has enough time for forgiveness too. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Writing Prompt: Poem – Quadrille – “A Reoccuring Dream” #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last weekend’s writing prompt. From the choices of titles I have chosen a reaccuring dream. As well as the terms orchid, silk tearing, and inscrutable. I’m writing a poem so no names needed. 
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Credit: Katrina Plotnikova

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Every night,

Moon haunts and chills. 

Distant bleak dawn, 

Somehow farther away. 

Inscrutable world, 

Blackness vile trees;

Reaching gnarled hands, 

Enrapture me. 

Orchid without sun, 

Wilting in black void; 

Water suctioned, 

Stolen by the nymphs. 

Embraced in their disease, 

My fragile friends. 

Nestled in roots, 

Silk screaming torn

Each night, 

Deathly mythology, 

Reoccuring dream. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Lunes – “Never Stopped” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction #lunes


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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The Storyteller’s Abode (Louise)

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Hidden between rocks, the ocean —

Returns a treasure. 

A time piece once given.

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A woman’s long hair blows,

Trailing in winds. 

She inspects the pocket watch —

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Before dropping it off the —

Cliff it tumbles, 

Onto rocks, clattering sounds lost —

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In the darkness of nights, 

Grip so intense.

Ocean steals the pocket watch —

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Woman stares down below peering —

Her Grandfather’s watch,

Forever lost, his presence grieved.

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Into cold bitter waters enclosing,

Covered in waves. 

Gone for years, taken away.

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Now a small boy picks up —

A watch and —

Smiles, his new treasure found. 

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Dangling it infront of him he —

Puts it to —

His ear; ticking, never stopped. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Etheree – “Close.” 


  
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So

I go,

And I try,

Understanding,

You won’t give me up,

I’m an addiction — drugs,

Because I deflect questions,

You’ll return, again asking me,

To join in your slumber, these adult games,

To play until twilight and let love,

Breathe life into my hallow lungs, seduce.

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These twists and turns we tumble down, in a place,

You’d never remain if you only said,

Join me for a bite, break bread — taste,

Swallow, glasses of Malbec,

Wine with a bite, just right;

Dinner, and a walk.

Conversation.

Know me well

Before,

Bed.

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Few

Of You,

Know how to,

Liberate girls,

From thoughts that burn,

Making a woman’s mind,

A confusing place to be,

Relaxation and some talk,

Cease, winding of the wheels spinning; laugh.

Slow the pace, be merciful gent,

Appreciating, discovering, 

Not only for bodies, but minds must mingle well.

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Luxuriate in breathing in her soul, herself.

Listen well and inform about yourself,

Slide into stolen glances lost,

Powerful bonds caught, connect you.

Lips licked before a kiss sought,

Arms at length hold fast,

Minds connect so,

Enthralling,

Remain,

Close

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – A Series of Unfortunate Events before Christmas. 


Gia gritted her teeth in frustration, trying to complete her last final exam before the Christmas holiday. She was a University student in her thirties. Gia’s husband, Tyler,  worked as a Lawyer while she finished her business degree part-time and raised two children. 

Gia threw her school bag in her car and drove to the mall for Christmas shopping. At the mall she efficiently found presents for her family, even Tyler who was always hard to buy for. When Gia returned to her car, it wouldn’t start. 

Reluctantly, Gia locked all the presents in her trunk and started the long walk home. She couldn’t get through to anyone for a ride, not even a cab. It started to rain and Gia pulled out a red umbrella from her purse. The umbrella broke. 

Worse, when Gia was leaning down to tie her shoes a man ran by and grabbed her purse. Lucky her keys were in her jacket. She began to cry and her tears mixed with the rain. She found a 7-11 on the way and begged the the man working at the cash register to call her a cab. He did and Gia hoped Tyler still kept an extra credit card in his desk drawer for emergencies. 

When Gia went to put the credit card back, she found a picture of cute blond in Tyler’s front desk drawer. She was surprised to find a series of love letters between Tyler and the woman, Elizabeth. 

When Tyler came home with the kids, Gia was still crying. She put the TV on loud while she cooked dinner, so the kids could watch and told Tyler about the letters she found. He admitted he had been writing and sleeping with Elizabeth since before he married Gia. She didn’t understand why Tyler even married her if he had always been seeing Elizabeth. But she managed to get her car towed to her house and to deal with her credit and bank cards. Gia was heart broken and exhausted after a long hard day. 

She brought in the presents from the car as her kids slept. She wrapped them all, including the ones for Tyler. She wrote them heart felt cards and when it was around midnight and her husband was still working in his office, she packed her bags. 

Earlier Gia had booked a last minute trip to Hawaii. She had kept the credit card from Tyler’s office; she knew he wouldn’t blame her. Gia needed to think and Hawaii over Christmas was the place to do it. 

  
Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting. Merry Christmas! 

©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.