Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Tremendous Harm” #amwriting #poetry #3LineTales


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

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Credit: Pan da Chuan via UnSplash

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Floating near, pink and bright, 

Bubblegum tips that, 

Sting, bite, cause such suffering

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I only wished to observe, 

How pink goes,

Unseen, un-attacked within jewel-blue oceans. 

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Then, I felt your unforgiving, 

Stings, realizing then, 

Bubblegum jellyfishes cause tremendous harm. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Sunday Photo Fiction: Poem – Free Verse – “The a Hobbit Hole” #poetry #flashfiction #dVerse #amwriting 


Thanks to Alastair Forbes for hosting SPF. Also thanks to Paul of Poet’s Pub for hosting a #dVerse poem in the form of a blessings poem. 

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Credit: Erick Wicklund

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There are days,

I cannot think, I’m trapped, 

Cornered as a sleek red fox, 

The Predator’s main course. 

Searching for my escape, 

Running through the woods. 

Tripping on my, 

Shaking aching legs. 

Adrenaline quicksilver, 

Sliding through my veins. 

Lungs gasping;

A haunted, hunted child. 

By chance, by divinity, 

A blessing found, 

My ‘hobbits hole.’ 

My home sweet home;

A hiding place, 

To wait out enemies, 

Gnashing, clashing, 

With pointed teeth. 

Vicious men of ill repute, 

Fortune or fate despise. 

A crook in a fallen tree; 

A hole to spy for danger, 

As I veil myself beneath, 

Thick leaved branches, 

Cut from surrounding trees, 

Snuggled in my hobbits hole, 

Wishing Lord God, 

Bless me in my tiny hiding place. 

Leave me unconfronted, 

Unfound, an illusion —

Of invisibility to threats.

Basking in your security, 

Graciously provided, 

Let this not be the end. 

And I could’ve been wrong, 

I could’ve lost hope, 

I could’ve been dinner;

Torn apart by savage beasts. 

But serenity entered, 

On angel’s transparent wings, 

Calmed my heart, quickening. 

While the peace that —

Passes all understanding; 

Surrounded and enfolded me. 

When the dread made, 

 My skin crawl. 

When I bit my lip drawing blood, 

Sharp teeth approaching, 

A beast breathing  heavily, 

A brutal carnivore. 

Wickedness sure to devour; 

But he found me not, 

I was blessed, I was safe. 

Invisible to the lion, 

Remaining in my hobbit hole, 

Fortitudes fortress, 

My hiding place. 

And when all was safe, 

 Morn’s light illuminated. 

The dread of frights, 

Of the forest night, 

The predators that maim, 

And kill, disappeared into, 

The earth’s bowels. 

I prayed, gave thanks, 

And into sunlight I fled, 

The prey who survived. 

So blessed with life, 

Living to fight another night, 

Another beast, 

Serenity my companion, 

My relief. 

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©Mandobelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

#OctPoWriMo – Day 6 – Loop Poetry – “Inclusion Not Inclusive” #amwriting #poetry 


Day 5 Prompt: Tantalizing

“What do you find tantalizing? What has provoked your interest or desire recently?” 

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You can desire many things and believe

Believe you so require something —you need it

It’s vital to banish the emptiness

Emptiness, a deserted ghost town dreamed.

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Maybe, it wasn’t a dream, walking through streets

Streets, with the sound of silence deafening, 

Deafening as a concert attended

Attended but, among crowds you’re replete

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Perhaps, for some of us, recognition that

That, we exist –worthy of conversations

Conversations where no one talks over us, 

Us, people actually listen to and chitchat.

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Such a tiny gift to want, people to care

Caring is scary, means we give back too

Too, we build relationships and hope

Hope we’re not hurt, overlooked, now we share.

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Plethora of tantalizing dreams, 

Dreams we hold close and in the end desire

Desire people to love and be loved by

By loving, ensuring no one’s unseen

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Loop Poetry is a poetry form created by Hellon. There are no restrictions on the number of stanzas nor on the syllable count for each line. 

In each stanza, the last word of the first line becomes the first word of line two, last word of line 2 becomes the first word of line 3, last word of line 3 becomes the first word of line 4. 

This is followed for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is abcb.

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Variations: 

1. Stanzas, writers choice on the number, no rhyming, the last word, first word scheme is maintained.
2. One long stanza, no limit on number of lines, no rhyming scheme, the last word, first word scheme is maintained.
3. Couplets mixed with 4 line stanzas, the last word, first word scheme is maintained in the stanzas. It can also be used in the couplets. Rhyme scheme is ab, cc, defg, hh, ii, jklm, nn, oo.
Please see Shadow Poetry for further information. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Wrapped Refrain – ” Innocent Missteps”


Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt misstep.

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Counting steps up the narrow stairs,

Games, children play so unawares,

Tall steps and short legs, possibly mean,

Tumbling fall, missteps unseen.

Watch where you step little one, off the given path,

Dangerous sights behold, adventures calling, laugh.

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Down through the trees and the bushes,

Walking past creatures, no ‘shushes.’

Imagination overtaking,

Vivid thoughts, young spirit awakes,

Missteps taken, no words to say, yet grinning.

Turning round the beaten path, which way? Spinning.

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Child alone on empty forrest way,

Terror pronounced evil, child fey.

Innocent one, not so innocent.

Ready to pounce, so indifferent.

Terror worse then, lion, tiger or bear; pointed teeth.

Counting steps, hunter of the midnight hour, she’s unleashed.

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.