Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer/ Saturday Mix: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “A Journey’s Friend” #amwriting #poetry #SaturdayMix #MLMM


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting this past edition of FfftAW. Also, thanks to Sarah of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Saturday Mix Opposing Forces. This past prompts opposing pairs were: unite and divide, and hope and hopeless.


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If we explore and don’t lose hope, street ways —

Will open, words will not divide; doors clear.

For we can’t avoid pain that stings and sears,

On cobbled streets as we meander astray.

But the trail home unites into new pathways,

It’ll heal your woes as fresh wounds too teach.

Some roads aren’t level, they’re beaten; don’t retreat.

Alleys lead to tattered souls, forgotten strays.

Each path comes with reasons, some dire purpose.

There’s an illusion that hearts untended —

Don’t require hands to forget hopelessness.

Let strangers both wander and reverse,

Tell the tales of your lives, share stories deep;

A friend is no loss, journeys require them.


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#NovemberNotes Day 14/ Saturday Mix: Poem – “Don’t Speak” #amwriting #poetry #SaturdayMix


November Notes Day 14 has a song Prompt Calle “Don’t Speak” by No Doubt. It’s one of my favorites from when I was twelve or thirteen years old and is one song that launched No Doubt and Gwen Stefanie into Star-dome. I’m combining with Sarah from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Prompt on not using certain words including, meet, look, any, draw, fly. The idea is to find other words that mean the same thing.

Oh and P.S. NovemberNotes well continue for me into December until I’m finished all 30 days of songs.


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Don’t Speak” by No Doubt


You and me used to be, we were always,

But it appears as though we’re parting ways,

Yet if it’s real, I don’t want to know,

You’ll only try to soften every blow.

I’ve lost my best friend, he fell in love with —

Her; he forgot about me, no goodbye kiss.

Don’t speak, I don’t need reasons they all hurt.

I don’t need your explaining, don’t speak,

Keep locked tight your sad excuses so weak.

Words of lies repeated, don’t speak, don’t speak!

You and I, we’re dying in the bleakness,

As your words are altogether frightening,

My blackened sky flares up with white lightening.

So telling of my anger, dark, loathsome,

It seems as though I’m actually letting go.

Don’t speak, I don’t need reasons, they all hurt.

Don’t tell me because it stings as rain,

Becoming thin needles, intense sharp pain.

Don’t speak, don’t speak, I don’t need your reasons,

Stop trying to talk for merely pleasing.

I believe we had our time now are connection ends,

Your soaring, sketching delusions to spend.

Don’t speak, I don’t need reasons, they all hurt.


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Published Poem Spillwords: Free Verse – “Rare and Precious” #poetry #spillwords #amwriting 


Lucky to have another poem published collaborating with SpillWords literary site. The poem is called “Rare and Precious.” Make sure you check out their website! They have been so good to me. 

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Writing Prompt: Poem – Bop – “Breaks Your Bones With Mirth” #poetry #amwriting


Thanks to Pat of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last Sunday’s writing prompt. 

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There’s something about love decidedly,

Painful, heart twisting, leaving jagged lines.

While once you functioned on your straight path, 

You struggle to be separated, unclasped, 

From your lover caught such sweet endorphins,

Feel good moments together, love morphed. 

Love breaks your bones with laughter and rich mirth. 

There are times you beg to be left alone, 

Marking out your space, a millisecond —

Of time to yourself wished, without cleaning, 

Tidying up the mess, dealing with mean, 

Gestures of agonized perfection you’ll, 

Never live up to, with nagging so cruel.

If only it was easier to both be, 

More easy going, he and you pleased. 

Love breaks your bones with laughter and rich mirth. 

Back under the covers hide you both, 

Yourselves, to frantic lovers never clothed. 

When you can forget your petty squabbles, 

When skin and touch are both arrows, 

To passion and renewal, to time spent, 

Lounging and loving close, you both relent. 

Love breaks your bones with laughter and rich mirth. 

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Notable Quotes Part Two July 2017 #quotes #pinterest 


Welcome to the second half of notable Quotes. May you find inspiration, hope, and honesty in these quotes. Remember she is for the most part replaceable with he. Happy Wedding to my cousin and in two days I’m 32-Years -old. I’m excited and not. Lol. 

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Writing Prompt: Poem – Quadrille – “Mother’s Warmth” #amwriting #poetry #mothers 


Thanks to Oriole from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the June 25th writer’s prompt talking about our mothers. 

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A mother is strong glue; 

Ties all together. 

So, life isn’t, 

Tattered. 

She is calm; 

Considerate. 

Recognizing conflict. 

If no one takes, 

A mother’s role; 

We cannot hold, 

To loved ones alone. 

Mother bares burdens, 

Shoulders narrow. 

Scorning fury, 

Worst feeling. 

Abused for caring, 

From sorrow. 

Those she loves, 

Blissfully unaware; 

Glue’s stretchyness, 

Limited; 

Then, torn. 

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Three Line Tales: Waltz of the Jellyfish #3LineTales #fiction #amwritimg 


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales

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Clouds of puffs with white tentacles deadly, swimming beneath the ocean’s sheltering waves. Peaceful movements grace and elegance defined; their dance a waltz in the deep deep dark, a flighty whispy dance of ethereal circumstance. They glide through the seas, their glow a light in the dark; the jellyfish waltz alone, then, together in the day, in the inky darkness beneath seas traumatic surface. 

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Notable Quotes June 2017 Part Two #pinterest #quotes


More quotes for you again, hope you enjoy and remember that just because some quotes say “she” doesn’t mean they can’t apply to “he” in many situations. 

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Music Prompt #5: Poem – Lunes – “Not Your Mama” #amwriting #poetry #musicchallenge 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Music Prompt every second Friday. Last week’s song was “I Ain’t Your Mama” by Jennifer Lopez. I guess next time I’ll have to pick a better song, no one was interested in giving this one a go. But I should write for my own prompt at least. 

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“I Ain’t Your Mama” by Jennifer Lopez

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I’m not just the woman, 

Who cooks for, 

Love, your favourite foods served. 

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I’m not the one who should, 

Be waking you, 

To work, every single morning. 

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Crazy in love, partners united, 

We’ve fallen apart, 

Let’s glue the past together. 

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For a future where we’re —

Both committed; both —

Living life to the fullest.

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No settling into comfortable boredom, 

Watching TV not, 

Noticing each other, nor caring. 

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Do some house work, it —

Will heat up, 

The sheets; bring back fire —

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And if you don’ t desire, 

Changes or improvement, 

Tell me now, I’ll pack —

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My bags; I’ll start again, 

Because I deserve —

Better — I Ain’t Your Mama. 

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Day 11 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge/Writing Prompt: Poem – Bop – “Peripheral Madness” #NaPoWriMo #AtoZchallenge #poetry 


Today’s NaPoWrIMo prompt is to write a poetry form called the ” Bop, a kind of combination sonnet + song. . In the basic Bop poem, a six-line stanza introduces the problem, and is followed by a one-line refrain. The next, eight-line stanza discusses and develops the problem, and is again followed by the one-line refrain. Then, another six-line stanza resolves or concludes the problem, and is again followed by the refrain.” For the A to Z Challenge the authors name will begin with letter J from GoodRead’s quotes. Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for last week’s writing prompt and picture. 

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“I don’t think it had ever occurred to me that man’s supremacy is not primarily due to his brain, as most of the books would have one think. It is due to the brain’s capacity to make use of the information conveyed to it by a narrow band of visible light rays. His civilization, all that he had achieved or might achieve, hung upon his ability to perceive that range of vibrations from red to violet. Without that, he was lost.”  ― John Wyndham, The Day of the Triffids

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Sight I think is amazing for what could, 

We see without vision, eyes to perceive? 

The world around us is intricate, complex, 

So our eyes make sense of the colours, shade —

Tints, tones, complementary colours, those —

In the same family, yet inside were sightless

Gazing beyond sight, gazing within, without. 

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It’s fascinating to think how each of —

Us sees the same thing differently; by —

Sight and experience — the image changes. 

All see such varied pictures notice where, 

The colours blur, wind; how they can deceive us. 

How red, green, purple, blue, orange and yellow, 

Mix together, painterly dragons fly. 

Optical illusions nearly missed disguised. 

Gazing beyond sight, gazing within, without. 

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Blended carefully the animals come —

To life; birds, unicorns, oxen, and some, 

Mythical creatures, pale faces turned down. 

See not only within the painting see —

Inside your heart, for the truth sits there, 

Ignore the blindness, learn to fathom more. 

Gazing beyond sight, gazing within, without. 

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