Photo Challenge/ Saturday Mix: Poem – Octelles – “Never Broken” #amwriting #photochallenge #poetry #saturdaymix 


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s photo challenge. Thanks also to Teresa for hosting Saturday Mix on August 26, 2017 on the theme of storms.

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Credit: Barbara Florcyzk

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(“Not Broken” – Sarah Ross – no lyrics of video available but bases for the poem).

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You hit me with iron fists, no time to pause; 

You hit me hard, but I’ve wicked claws. 

Keep firing the bullets but my heart’s ice,

Teflone protects from apathetic spite. 

Try to flee, escape being so involved.  

Your rafts near the edge, your facing the falls. 

I’m here still, wrapped safely in healing gauze,

Bandaged wounds, not broken yet but so appalled. 

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You’re a fake, soulless, not a person, symbolic —

Of times that ache you snidely taunted, grinned, 

Thinking you’ve shattered me but I’ve broad wings, 

I’m not afraid though shots ring and fists swing. 

I punch hard, I’ve come this far, I’m not broken

So laugh — guffaw, fist’s raw, first shot’s token. 

My knuckles are torn and eyes narrowed slits, 

You aim low, for you I’m not nostalgic. 

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You give and you take, pain you’ll not revoke, 

I smiled told you once more — I’m still not broken

Brass knuckles glint in daylight’s warmth, 

Think the light fools me? Im trained well to swarm

Push back tough kick against ominious storm

I won’t drown, I swim, even when life’s deformed. 

You hit me hard, I’ve come so far, not joking, 

Words flying fast shouting, “I’m not broken.”

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Rain pours strong, the river’s harsh pull has might; 

Life’s a struggle, I’ve swam this far, I’m feisty. 

You hit me hard, I’ll hit back; swollen lips, 

Fists raised, not broken since our final kiss.

You’ll not shake my wings in flight, or tear them, 

My feathers eagles gifted, they won’t rend

When they’re ruffled, mussed, my wings hold on strong, 

Natural elegance never broken long. 

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You struck me hard, watched me fall, gave bruises, 

In the end, you’re the dunce who is confused.  

I’ve come this far, I’ve the light of lights

His candle guiding me now as I write. 

I’d fight physically but words have more bite —

I’m not broken, words all true, my respite. 

You try to force your rule, your edicts fire lights. 

I’m not broken, when I must I’ll fight. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Poem: Alouette – “The Past Dying”


 

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To you who chips at

My heart who just sat,

With your friends drinking coffee,

Not paying notice,

I guess I’m not quote:

‘A girl who cares you’re lofty.’

*****

I’m not a step near,

For you to but snear.

My presence unwanted your,

Affect forever,

Something severed.

Piece of me died you deploring.

*****

Not all experiences,

Are helpful; hence,

They’re moments disregarding,

All I’ve learned,

Thoughts which make me squirm,

My insides, wretched, I’m left scarred.

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You don’t feel so wrong,

Moving to your own song.

Admitting it was about looks,

How attractive you were,

I the ‘disturbed‘ girl.

Went home; didn’t return took –

*****

Other roads, castles

Of sand, no hassle.

I’ve nothing from you I want.

You’re but old history,

Learning experience stripped.

Walking my paths, undaunted.

*****

You’ve gone, gone gone; I’m —

Just swell; days ‘neath time,

Never fully heal, but let —

Old days die in past,

Wither at a glance.

Survivor, blessed delighter.

*****

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

November Notes: Poem – Day 30 – Italian Sonnet – “Survivor” #amwriting #novembernotes #poetry #music 


The last day of this song prompt goes to “Turnimg Tables” by Adele.

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“Turning Tables” – Adele

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Turning the tables, you say you want more, 

I’m tired of your haze, your noxious mean gaze. 

So I’m turning the tables, with heart fire I raze

I won’t let you hurt me, make my soul pour, 

As a bag of sand, my soul won’t be torn

I won’t ask, “Desert me;” you deserted first, 

Won’t be, ‘neath your thumb, you can’t slake my thirst. 

Turning tables, your game playings no more. 

Braving fierce storms, I’ll escape forever, 

I’ll save myself, return to you never

I’m a survivor, I’ll build my new life, 

No turning tables on me, your best ex-wife. 

Get out of my home, you’re not mine at all, 

I’ll turn you outside, your morals appall. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Writing 101 – 3 Important Songs in My Life


1. Christina Aguilera – Fighter

 

This song represents to me a women who will never give up and never break no matter how much you push her. She is a strong women, “a fighter,” and she’s not going to let the man who was in her life or anyone else win that fight. In fact, she thanks the guy who hurt because he made her what she is and he has made her “stronger,” ” makes her work a little bit harder,”  made her “that much wiser,” made her work ” a little bit faster,” made her “skin a little bit thicker” made her ”  that much smarter.” She thanks him for making her “a fighter.”

I started playing this song when I meant K in university. He was the first guy I’d ever been crazily attracted to and I knew he liked me back. The thing was I was awful shy and I didn’t handle the situation well and when I couldn’t deal with so much attention I tended to ignore the person giving it to me.  Then I realized he wasn’t paying me much attention anyways. He had a harem of girls at his table and even though I sat by myself in the Cafeteria and he would wave to me he never came to talk to me and he never shared anything much about himself with me when he did. He acted bored when I sat by him and finally when I told him I liked him and that sometimes I ignored him because ” I was in my own world” or to say it better, I was busy as hell, to busy to put up with his crap — taking 5 courses in University, working 20 hours a week, going to the gym, and partying with my girl friends on the weekend — he took this the wrong way. But I had finally figured out that he liked the fact that I  liked him but didn’t want to make a real effort for me, I was just another girl who was a friend, but not that important.

I started listening to this song and I realized that even though he was a jerk he had made me a stronger person. I spent all this time worrying about him when I was better than the way he was treating me, many other guys who were friends treated me better. I was a fighter and I wasn’t going to cry and get all upset because he wouldn’t give me the time a day. He was my first love ( or so I thought at the time) but later I learned he was just the beginning of a stronger me. A me that could push herself and get through very hard times like sickness, and a difficult job, a me that could survive rejection, a me that was wearer and carried her strength about her like a cloak. It isn’t always obvious but God made me a strong women he made me a fighter, a women who knows what’s worth fighting for.

2. Billy Joel – She’s Always A Woman

She’s Always a Woman is one of my favorite songs and I could hear it hundreds of times and never get sick of it. I love it because it describes a man who loves a women who is most definitely flawed; that she’s flawed is of great value to her person. For example ” she never gives out, and she never gives in, she just changes her mind” but she’s still “always a woman” to him. I have always thought that this is the way that people should love each other: because of their flaws and all their imperfections. When I met the right man one day, I wanted him to love me like this because I was “frequently kind and suddenly cruel,” because ” I did as [I pleased I] was nobodies fool.” I wanted him to love me just as I am and not because he had some image of how he wanted me to be or thought I should be. It’s the kind of the love that doesn’t count mistakes and I kind of love immortalized by John Donne in a poem whose name escapes me where he loves a women even though she is clearly not the most beautiful or perfect creature.

I have put this kind of love to practice in my life when I love my family or love my friends, when I meet new people. I don’t try to push such high standards on people, something I used to do, instead I try to accept people for who they are and try not to get so upset when they do something that hurts me. I’ve learned to realize they are only human to and worthy of love anyways. I think if people put this to practice more they would find like Billy Joel there is beauty in being flawed and that our flaws make us who we are. Nobody could love someone who is perfect because nobody is perfect and can’t be held to that standard.

3. The Fray – Be Still

I think this is the most important song to me because when I think of the song I think of the Bible verse “Be Still, and know that I am the Lord Your God.” I think of the song as God or someone who loved you without failing, watching over you, and telling you to just “Be Still” and relax. “Be Still”  and everything will be fine. It’s like a lullaby. “If no one is standing beside you, be still and know I am” that line always reassure me that we always have God and people in our life to depend on. That when things get really bad,  and they do, we always have a higher power and family and friends to guard against the situations in life where we are hurting and falling apart.

This song puts me to sleep some nights when I feel at my lowest. It makes me feel like I am not alone in my suffering nor in my life. That there is a tomorrow to look forward to and that times won’t always be this bad. That we should “remember hard” the words to “Be Still” and not spend time worrying about the bad times in our life that we cannot change. That even when we lose sight of ourselves, there is always someone who remembers us and cares.

 

Beyonce: Singing a Song to Make A Dying Girl’s Wish Reality


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Yesterday, I was particularly touched by singer Beyonce Knowles who granted the wish of a 12-year old girl dying from cancer from an inoperable brain tumor. It made me proud that Beyonce would be willing to share her talent and her time with someone so meek and in some people’s awful view, a lost cause. Beyonce went beyond simply caring and actually made a beautiful important girl’s wish come true.

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Taylon Davis made a wish through the Make-A-Wish Foundation to sing a song and dance with Beyonce. In Las Vegas, Beyonce, at her Mrs. Carter tour, made Taylon’s wish reality. Days after learning she would attend the concert, Taylon found herself face to face and embraced by her beloved pop-star Beyonce while Beyonce sang to her ‘Survivor’ from Beyonce’s days with former group ‘Destiny’s Child.’

‘Survivor’s’ lyrics held great meaning for Taylon, especially the words, ” I’m a survivor / I’m gonna make it / I will Survive / Keep on Surviving.” Said McGregor of the Philanthropy Program Partnerships, ” Here’s a little girl literally fighting for her life, [t]omorrows not promised, next weeks not promised, but now [Taylon thinks] I’m here, [and s]ince I’m here I might as well live(Michael Walsh).

On Christmas Eve, Beyonce released the video of the performance and Taylon’s story on YouTube. This is not the first time Beyonce has done a touching song and dance with one of her fans. In November, Beyonce performed ‘Irreplaceable’ with a blind 13-year old girl from Australia (Toronto Star, Wenn.com).

It was incredibly touching to watch the videos Beyonce released on Taylon and their song together, not only because Beyonce was giving a wonderful generous experience to Taylon during a season of giving but because Beyonce was giving Taylon hope. Hope I think, is one of the greatest gifts you can give someone, especially a child, and even if it is only the hope that Taylon will live out the rest of her young life with fantastic memories and people who love her such as her family. Maybe even a pop-superstar actually cares about Taylon because Beyonce is willing to give Taylon her time, voice, and dancing to aid Taylon in achieving her dreams.

I can’t imagine being in Taylon’s place, knowing you don’t have much time left in this world but are so young that you have barely experienced what it is to live. On the other hand, perhaps it is enviable that Taylon will not go through more pain than her cancer because she will only live such a short time. Either way, I think Taylon is a strong and brave 12-year old girl and I think Beyonce is the perfect role model for someone her age to show her how to keep on fighting to the end and to spend time with those she loves and live all the dreams she can fit into her young life.

Taylon’s Video

The Performance