#OctPoWriMo Day 21/ Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “Burn Brightly Sun Flower” #photochallenge #poetry 


OctPoWriMo Day 21’s theme is nothing remains the same. Also, thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s Photo Challenge. 

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Credit: Denise Kwong
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Burn brighter burn free, 

Life has rich possibility. 

Burn brighter blaze paths. 

You can go wherever you must, 

Let your soul live, although your experience lacks. 

Be an inferno and burn skyward, 

With every broken breath; 

Endurance is key. 

As the most golden sunflowers, 

Shine sunny with ease. 

Life doesn’t mean your always strong, 

It means at times your delapitated,

Destroyed, fire burning out. 

But you can rise up, rebuild, 

Don’t hide in your space suit,

Embrace the sunflowers, eat their seeds,

Be free of your worries and breath. 

You form the mountains, 

The ones you must climb. 

You know the source of your eternal flame, 

You’ll find the emotion, your heart strength, and soul power, 

To carry on when you must. 

So that even when you’re shattered,  

There’s light in your embers; 

Fire stirring in yesterday’s cinders. 

And you’ll rise up and quiver, 

As the flames reach higher; 

Although your afraid of being scorched, 

Of never rising completely, 

Burning brightly is passion to keep pushing forward. 

Your life is more than tranquility, 

Its a bonfire of fortitude and one long day from now, 

Your soul will flutter into eternity; 

Your inner flame, your blessed soul, 

Lives on by faith, cascading passed a finite world. 

Past stumbling rocks, 

Toil that made you sweat. 

Past your fears and tears, 

Beyond to embers reigniting —

Without end. 

Burn fierce little girl, the world is yours, 

Burn fierce little boy, you’ve many choices. 

First, burn brightly in freedom to play and be young, 

Love with passion, 

With a smile as sunflowers young. 

Beam full of laughter, 

Fueling your inner fire. 

Burn fierce and discover —

Quiet fires run deep, 

But will never snuff out, 

Into nothingness. 

With the depth of soul fire, 

Flames extinguished rise, 

Are as lively wild fires, 

Magnificent sunflowers. 

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The Most Popular Posts on Mandibelle16 


Prompt: Go to your Stats page and check your top 3-5 posts. Why do you think they’ve been successful? Find the connection between them, and write about it.

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1. MAC Mineral Foundation and Powder – I wrote this article along time ago. It is kind of shocking it is my most popular post. But I know many women love MAC makeup and are striving to use mineral makeup because it is healthier for their skin. Honestly, I’m not using either of these products now. The foundation is not made for people with oily or combination skin. The powder is a nice finishing powder but I honestly like my Clinique Almost Powder makeup better than this powder. I adore MAC eyeshadow and lipstick.I’m coveting some lovely new shades of light pink they have brought out for Spring 2016. Some of MAC’s eyeliners are alright and the same with some of their other products here and there. But honestly, there are so many other better mineral brands then MAC. But perhaps, I should try some new MAC makeup again, it being so popular with my blog visitors. I will think about it, when I need some makeup again.

2. The Sunflower House – My blog has been growing in leaps and bounds lately. This is one of my more recent stories. I think people like cute love stories and the protagonist Kayla standing up for Gram Janice and her sunflowers in this story. The fact, Gran Janice has a handsome Grandson named Devon for her new friend Kayla also helps. In short, I’m receiving many views for FfftAW from people as the next two posts are also from the same challenge. Thanks so much for reading from this Flash Fiction challenge! 

3.The Lady’s Breakfast – Another Flash Fiction piece from Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer’s. I loved the picture prompt in this piece. There were so many directions I could go with it but I saw the old painting in the back and was inspired. I think the history, of this piece is special and the connection it has to the present day bar is special too. Not to mention, it’s another great love story. The kidnapper becomes the Lady’s beloved. History plus love story plus bar equals a good story. Many people have a favourite place they go for a beer or glass of wine, the history of these joints can be fascinating.

4.A Nice Young Guy – Yet another love story with the involvement of a caring Grandparent — one who has died. Also, I think I wrote this piece only last week, so this tells me the blog is doing well lately. Also, I think the format of this Flash Fiction piece is interesting because Janine finds a letter in her car from her Grandpa. He leaves her a special gift and the story of how he met Janine’s Grandmother. It is a sweet story, how an old car was so important to Janine’s Grandpa and why. You people simply love sappy love stories. You must be fans of Nicholas Sparks too 🙂

5.The Boss Who Foze – I am excited you guys liked this Sunday Flash Fiction piece. Mostly because it is more of a thriller. Cara wakes up and realizes she is late for work. The story is misleading because you think the story is only about her throwing herself together to get to work on time on a blizzardy day. What’s the catch? What Cara finds after seeing the office is closed for the day — her frozen boss. So, happy this is in the top five. Some of you must have been thinking of your own boss. Lol. ;). Plus, I like to write thrillers as well as the love stories the readers adore!

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Thank you so much anyone who follows and/or reads Mandibelle16. You are amazing and I love that you take the time out of your day to read my blog. It is touching that you appreciate what I write.

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: The Sunflower House


Note: I’m sorry this is longer then 175 words but this is as concise as I can get this particular story. Enjoy! 

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One day, Tina and Trisha were smoking and breaking sunflowers in an elderly lady’s flowerbeds across from their high school. Kayla witnessed the carnage and felt bad she hadn’t intervened. She knocked on the old woman’s door:

“I’m sorry,” Kayla said. “I should’ve stopped those girls from destroying your sunflowers. I was afraid.”

The woman named Janice smiled, “I have lived here fifty-years and each year, students break my sunflowers. It’s okay. How old are you, dear?”

“Eighteen, in my last semester of high school. I’m going to Brown in the Winter.” Kayla said proudly. Janice smiled and invited Kayla in for coffee.

Tina and Trisha were back in Janice’s flower beds the following day. With their cigarettes, they started a fire. Trisha pushed Kayla into the burning sunflowers as Kayla shouted at them to stop.

A cold blast of water put the fire out. Kayla saw Tina and Trisha running away from the flowerbeds soaked. A hot guy smiled at Kayla.

” You stood up to those girls,” the hot guy said. “Gran Janice said you were too afraid before. Her and I were having coffee and saw those girls setting a fire and pushing you in. I came to help. Gran said you’re someone I should know.”

“Devon right?” Kayla said eyeing Janice’s hot grandson. He smiled, pulled Kayla to her feet, and held her hand in his.

Sonya – Only 100 Words.

Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting.

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A Garden


Prompt: Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.

There is an earthy acerbic smell around me and as I slowly pull the weeds up with my small hands I look around at the garden that takes up almost half our back yard. We ate organic before it was hip. To one side are the sweetest little strawberries you ever tasted and sunflowers with their tasty nutty flavour. There is parsley, mint, chives and probably some other spices hidden in our garden.

As you reach the middle of the garden are three to four rows of peas strung up on wire. Those more then anything remind me of childhood. Picking them to freeze for the winter, but mostly just eating them raw. Cracking a shell open and eating the sweet little balls of green and leaving the big overgrown peas to reseed the ground. Then there are the beans and everywhere inside those bushes hide these long medium thick crunchy green vegetables that I love fresh with butter and detest blanched and frozen and saved for winter months. There are cucumbers, mainly for pickles, zucchini for chocolate zucchini bread, carrots my little dog spunky eats if we’re not careful. She’ll leave just the tops if you let her.

Also, I can walk among the rows of corn that some years did splendidly and other years just withered. I can dig up red potatoes for stew and if I go far back there are prickly raspberry bushes where my other dog Nikki ate raspberries off of the ground and we carefully climbed into the bushes to find raspberries for freezing for jello desserts and ice cream sauces.

Not to mention we had this huge apple tree we use to climb as kids. Big apples and little apples of various kinds were grafted on that tree and we ate as many apples as we could until we were sick of them. There was home made apple sauce, apple juice, apple pies, and apple crisps. Both dogs use to take bites out of the apples on the ground, throw them up, and play with bitten apples. At the end of the season there were 40 different apples with one bite out of them.

My grandma had a garden too. So, gardens and fresh produce remind of being a little kid and eating all that fresh organic food. I remember long days help my parents pick beans or dig potatoes. And there were so many weeds to pull and too many bugs.

However, the strangest flower bloomed by the garbage cans and pile of compost in a bin in the back yard. Every year their were red roses peeking up beneath the grass. Hiding there like some forgotten unspoiled beauty in the crunch of vegetables.