Thank you to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.
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There is —
Grace in flying,
Soaring.
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There is —
A sweeping to —
Heights high.
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Regretting,
You’re stuck, no wings;
Grounded.
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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.
Thank you to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.
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There is —
Grace in flying,
Soaring.
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There is —
A sweeping to —
Heights high.
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Regretting,
You’re stuck, no wings;
Grounded.
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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.
Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the photo prompt challenge.

I have a great deal of trouble staying straight up grounded,
If you got to know me, you’d see at times I feel confounding.
I don’t understand it myself,
But imagination is wealth.
So I know it’s okay to fly,
Up into the grayish sky.
Because I know how to make black and white turn colorful,
I can make a life of gray tones light so wonderfully.
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It’s not that I’m anything unusual, different,
Then anybody else or even those who write proficiently.
But anyone who inks the page,
Knows what writers create engaged,
It’s exciting, magical,
Uplifting, and illogical.
The writer illustrates, cuts, folds, does the restitching —
Of stories; ripping out seams until what is left enriches.
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It’s not easy to comprehend the scribbles and —
You find delicious cake baked, chocolate rich and grand,
Icing so sweet, flavor melding,
A creation vivid felt.
Picture perfect, read with pride,
And more delightfulness resides,
Hidden inside these golden words so captivating,
Intoxicating, ethereal, rising enraptured.
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Perhaps it’s not clear, why I let a balloon carry me floating,
It’s just, I’m seduced by language, writing, hopeful words wrote.
So protecting myself from —
Life’s elements thrumming,
Inside me, around me — I’m safe,
Despite trolls, odd notes of hatred.
I keep honing my craft, in my prettiest flats,
My comfortable wool coat; the writing it lifts me enwrapped.
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I let the fates lead me where the wind blows me, knowing,
I could be entrenched in editing woes, left moaning.
But I keep going with my muse,
Taking all of her abuses.
‘Cause they teach me burying —
My secrets, is so worrying.
My inspirations keep the balloon drifting, rising,
I have a great deal of trouble, but my writing makes me smile, surviving.
©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.
Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerieor hosting last week’s Tale Weaver’s prompt on a story of keeping/making resolutions in the New Year.
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It’s difficult, keeping going in —
The face of rejection given.
I’ve learnt be fortified; than —
My cave won’t fall in strengthened;
I’ve succeeded at some tries, failed at many others,found,
Resolution; one must, keep pushing all boundaries.
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So, what do we resolve, anything new?
We continually have goals in view.
Hoping we’ll achieve something great.
Or make it through each day, not wait —
Wondering if the grass is greener, if inspiration,
Can take flight, provide meaning, when we require.
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Do we lose weight, eat less sugar?
Walk more, live our lives with vigor?
Do we spend time with loved ones,
Knowing we’re here, short while for some.
Do we travel somewhere far away or give home —
To pets from the shelter? Strangers who are unknown?
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We can resolve, try much harder,
Do better, be specific, guard —
Ourselves, take baby steps to —
Goals we want achieved through,
A change in habit, will it happen or will we —
As every year, change only when life forces free —
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What we truly need to change and be,
Beyond ourselves, have self-belief,
We will actually take a step, glean —
Some knowledge from the year, lean —
Far from our own circles to celestial dreamscapes,
It’s difficult to be grounded; worse to not create.
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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.
Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.
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Three lights in the darkness, pitch black all ’round.
A night deep, the black ink deftly hiding,
Criminals, the lost, truly evil find.
Misdeeds better performed where every sound —
Is a nightmare calling, no justice found.
Unrevealed secrets proffered, ungrounded,
Realization of innocents expounding,
Out here ‘neath stars, curse of night, hurt resides.
Three light in the darkness, pitch black all ’round.
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Three lights in the darkness, pitch black ’round,
Presence of luminescence, rats scatter .
Lights are strong, don’t flicker, they matter.
Bring attention to the wounded, those drowned,
All their sorrows piling-up —burdens.
Shine your light thrice, save them for certain.
Demonstrate there’s another way clattering,
Sing songs of broken hearts; at last they’re found.
Three lights in the darkness, pitch black all ’round.
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Three lights in the darkness, pitch black all ’round.
Though we may fear darkness, here there’s no need,
As long as there’s light radiant, just heed.
Never let your fears overcome, light resounds,
Washes out creepers, shadows; it centres.
Gives hope for tomorrow, transformed life mends.
Malevolence abounds, stay grounded.
Light always wins —brilliance all precedes.
Three lights in the darkness, pitch black all ’round.
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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.
Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s photo prompt:
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She’s only twelve, bright —
The only girl separate from,
Her brothers four.
Parents her adore,
Their last child, girl comes,
For Mom she’s a sight.
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A surprise one spring;
Thought there’d be no more kids born.
They so much wanted,
Girl so undaunted;
By elder brothers‘ scorn.
Bird fluttering wings.
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She laughs so cheery,
Going about her day, she’s teased —
By family with love.
Animals adore,
She’s the darling who pleases,
Makes life less dreary.
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Out feeding horses,
Then, rides with such glee calling,
Her dogs following.
Danger in shallows,
Ocean so near, tumbles, falls;
Swims smart, resourceful!
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Into warm arms pulled,
Mom near lost her dear, her pearl.
Dad is so wrathful,
She wasn’t thoughtful!
And where were her brothers? She —
Was grounded some.
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Didn’t think enough;
She’s safe, all is well, she’s hugged,
Held close by her Mom,
Told, “Be careful hon!”
You’d be missed, you’re much loved.
Mom again gives hug.
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She’s happy again.
Learned she’s human, as others.
Preteens can die too.
Better to ride through —
Ocean waves, with friends, brothers.
So life it remains.
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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.
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