Tag: Nature

#OctPoWriMo Day 9: Poem — Loop Poetry — “Press On” #amwritingpoetry


For OctPoWriMo Day 9, the prompt is based on ‘your head and your thoughts.’

The prompt style is Loop Poetry, which are couplets mixed with 4 line stanzas, where 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.

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If each thought paid dollars and cents.

If you could buy food with just cents;

If you could love anyone,

If you’d more time with anyone.

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There’s too many if’s and but’s,

No use recollecting them.

Each thought or memory saddened,

That you could or wouldn’t receive —

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All that your heart desired most.

All of the life you dreamt most.

Go over each memory dear,

Go spend time with each person dear.

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You can peer back to each day with,

Simple wishes, you could live more;

Exist in moments of elation,

Improve where you disappointed.

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So, with fearlessness you can fight,

So, don’t forget your past won fights.

As yesterday has long passed on,

As today you conquer — press on.

©️Amanda_ME. (2020) All Rights Reserved.

Three Line Tales: Fiction – Fantastic Mr. Fox #amwritingfiction #3LineTales


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

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Your eyes startle a burnished brown, fur reddish-taffy with white around your snout and jawline; all you do is stare, copper penny eyes frightened and curious. What do you want Mr. Fox, and why are you so careful as you slink towards me, nose wet and sniffling, with a low growl in your throat; I push my hand towards you — see I’m not dangerous. You’re distant, quiet, then you give in, yip, and push your back upwards when my hand pets your fur, and I scratch your ears, ever alert; your eyes remain fixed on me, surrounded by black liner, pupils a deeper coal. Your wide-eyes never stray as we’re both predators, but also both rusted creatures waiting for time to erupt, for this quiet peace between us to end; despite this moment, we still expect each other to act as enemies — man chasing fox, on the hunt again.

©️Amanda_ME. (2020). All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Free Verse — « We Drift Down This Shallow Road.”#amwritingpoetry


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We drift down this shallow road,

Golden rods flow and the worlds still.

In fields of wheat pollinated-yellow,

I sneeze, wheeze, still the sight’s breathless.

The world’s a crescent moon in inked-night,

It wanes and we’re quiet a moment.

We’re a flash of starlight and fluorescent colours bold,

Aurora Borealusis brushed with night of silver and gold;

We lay in silence, until the world’s bathed in tranquility.

Higher we go into the atmosphere,

Catching drops of Jupiter in the creator’s lense.

God the creator, my comfort, intelligent designer:

Still, ever-present in this day’s dreary woes.

In sleep we imagine, in lieu of dancing through comet tails,

Recalling laughter, grass waving, the rain sealing our jagged wounds.

We shout when it falls, let it rush unyielding, dense until we’re soaked,

Until we wash away judgement; today’s nobodies business but our own.

In this evening of rain and celestial magnificence,

We’re soaked, standing head’s raised beneath a starry night,

Van Goghe’s painted scene, a photograph of light blazing.

We shiver, we’re inside the car, changing to flannels,

Snuggled in perception, claims, and lies; this moment is ours.

And God knows the truth, that even under the glamor of a midnight sky,

With stuttered breath,

We gaze on silent stars, the multi-colored Aurora Borealis.

My friend, you and I can trapèze across the world,

Avoiding the pull of destruction and madness.

Fly with me to a succulent gardens, ever fragrant, and fields of golden wheat.

Others, of prairie grass, a playground set, where we sing, “Bring me home.”

“Bring me home — your broken souls,” wild cries euphonious.

A snap of light, we snuggle in our sleeping bags, pillows plump against each other.

Here we’re gentle in serenity, an hourglass without sand,

Unafraid, the storm music steely against the roof.

Consistant jewels of raindrops never ending as the night progresses,

The fields of wheat thirst, as do we,

And in the end, we’re all satisfied.

©️Amanda_ME. (2020) All Rights Reserved.

#NaPoWriMo Day 18: Poem — Decuaines — “Little Things” #amwritingpoetry


For NaPoWriMo Day 18, the prompt for the day “honors the idea of Saturday (the Saturdays of the soul, perhaps?), by challenging you to write an ode to life’s small pleasures.”

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Decuaine — ababbcbcaa, abbcbcbb, ababbcbcc

I’m most happy when I can sit and write,

When my souls at peace, the vipers don’t creep.

When pen indents paper, my fingers type.

I’m most content with bestfriends, divine sweets;

Eating chocolate cake, and bakery treats.

Sharing life, splitting laughter, and recalling —

Old times, creating new; gulping cab-sav sweet.

I’m serene in the sun treading grass-tall;

When I’m well rested, my soul airy light;

When I’m learning new things, life’s always bright.

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I think life’s most meaningful when you’re home;

You’re at ease, surrounded by memories dear.

The world’s inspiring, beautiful with cheer;

Top goals are attained, your mind’s all clear.

You’ve family times; days to forget your fears,

When work projects are done; you disappear —

Gone on vacation — no negative vibes here.

It’s time to repose, snap photos, drink beer.

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All these small things, cold water when it’s hot;

Boiling tea when it’s minus thirty-five;

Aiding someone in need to when you ought;

It’s life’s purpose (some) — share joy-alive.

Have humor, be at ease, never despise —

Even when everything’s falling apart.

So, let the rain drench you clean, it revives —

Your spirit; find peace in stained glass church art,

Trust God despite pain, you’ll never falter.

©️Amanda_ME (2020). All Rights Reserved.

Photo Challenge: Poem — Free Verse — “Reverence and Instinct” #amwritingpoetry #photochallenge


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When the dust clears and you can see through the shadows,

When the deep dark ends, and you might be okay.

You might move forward, but you’re fragile as tissue;

When you find your voice, but you also lose it’s tune.

When you’re there to listen, but don’t hear solid proof,

When the dust clears, the rubble remains trapped between a rock face.

You can creak forward when you’re on your knees,

Praying it’s not one good day, but a second, with real-life dreams —

A crystallization of thought.

When wounds shame, and then you somehow claw forward;

Remove self-focus look to others; is it His will, or my will?

Somedays the weight is heavy, the yoke chokes,

Then, He lifts my broken spirit,

Pets a stray cat peaking for hope,

Knowing I could swallow a butterfly whole and choke,

Or experience misspoken glory, and let it rest exposed.

A pendulum of breath and instinct,

Cross-eyed reverence, nature’s ravenous pull;

Pounce or be still?

©️Mandibelle16. (2019) All Rights Reserved.

100 Word Wednesdays: Poem – Quadrille – “False Eden” #amwriting #poetry #100WordWednesdays #flashfiction 


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesdays

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Eden fed us, 

Juicy tomatoes, 

Dripping down cheeks. 

Sweet aubergine onions, 

Avocados verdant, 

Soft melting glories. 

Plethora of fruits, 

Crisp vegetables, 

Burgeoning. 

Flourish of nature,

Ancestoral heritage. 

Our Eden desired, 

Banquet addicting, 

As Greek Lotus flowers. 

Utopia negated, 

Parody, Pandamonium. 

Ripest and best, 

We couldn’t have, 

Bellies growling, 

Hunger forever, 

Cursed, 

Never sated, 

Never full. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Saturday Mix: Poem – Octain/Double/High – “The Beauty of My Love” #amwriting #poetry #saturdaymix 


Thanks to Teresa of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Saturday Mix. Saturday’s prompt was to write pasturel poetry (Fiction/no fiction) which is essentially poetry written about nature in an idyllic way. 

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Credit: Eden Hills

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The beauty of my love is sweet, divinely prized. 

Through fields of wildflower I follow her steps, 

Her milk white skin, soft, supple; she knows best,

How tiny goat kids, and dog’s pups will thrive. 

They bleet, whimper, for her hands petting coats, 

Feeding them drops of milk reviving life’s hope. 

So they wil live glorious in pastures kind; 

Become adults frolic, following my queen. 

The beauty of my love is sweet, divinely prized. 

The beauty of my love is sweet, divinely prized, 

She gathers the chickens eggs to feed, 

Those who grace her kitchen with smiles pleased. 

Finds the dairy cows, milks them all beguiling. 

She’s a feminist, believes we never stop learning. 

She chose to farm, grows organic food, serves —

Customers desiring; at market they find hers first;

My love works hard, adores our life, she’s pleased. 

The beauty of my love is sweet, divinely prized. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Day 7 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge/ Sunday Photo Fiction: Poem – Wrapped Refrain (2) – “Live Eagerly” #amwriting #poetry #NaPoWriMo #AtoZChallenge #flashfiction


Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge prompt is to write a poem about luck & fortuitousness. The A to Z Challenge GoodReads quote is from an author whose name begins with the letter F. 

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I think we consider too much the luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm. —Franklin D. Roosevelt

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You can see them swooping from the trees up high, they hope they’ll —

Find a tiny morsel, a scrap of food to eat, to sway —

Nature in their favour to —

Live another busy day through. 

Birds hoping to find worms to eat, 

Survival filled with such screeching. 

Wings drifting on the wind, their tweets now satisfied they ate —

Today was a lucky day, a game of chance they’re sated. 

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Fortune favours the brave so they say, but is it the brave —

Who triumph or their prey, having such a terrible bad day? 

However, we try, birds diving, 

Can’t save the fish from dying. 

The birds eat, fish already gone. 

Bad luck today, forever they’re gone. 

In the cliffs in the distance, I watch birds swiftly fly, 

Plunging, gliding higher, for soon they’ll be prey in sky.

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For fortune knows, on certain days we win and on others —

We lose, so the birds they’re a meal ticket too, so discovered, 

By bigger birds with talons sharp, 

By the ocean’s creature’s smart. 

Waiting for the birds to dive low, 

Then gulping them down, never slow. 

Call it the circle of life but it’s a necessary, 

You can see them, so survive while you can, live eagerly. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Day 5 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge: Poem – A L’Arora – “Steps To Eternity” #amwriting #poetry #NaPoWriMo #AtoZchallenge


For Day 5, the NaPoWriMo poetry prompt is ” to write a poem that is based in the natural world: it could be about a particular plant, animal, or a particular landscape. But it should be a slice of the natural world that you have personally experienced and optimally, one that you have experienced often.” The accompanying A to Z Challenge today starts with a GoodRead’s author’s quote, with a name beginning with the letter E.

Forest Pathway NaNo
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“I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.” ― Emma Goldman

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Down the path of foliage, between all the trees,

It’s where I find my space, my home sweet home.

There’s something about crisp green leaves,

Wet after the rain, while the dew clings, not letting go.

With road passing through, steps to eternity,

Enthrall me in summer’s breath, the scent of the morning,

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

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Tree branches entwining, limbs gripped with passion,

Used to the presence of parallel lovers.

They’re completely attached, unwilling to let go,

Nymphs holding fast, enraptured with each other,

With the road passing through, steps to eternity, 

Absorbing the thrill of the mid-summer fairy dance.

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

*****

Some brilliant reckless person crafted this road,

Travelers speeding through trees, guarding the sacred path.

Some pause knowing they’ve discovered sanctuary,

Freedoms breeze, they’ll stop to admire the sentinels guarding.

With the road passing through, steps to eternity,

A place where verdant nature, holds a secret prosperity.

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

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For hours I’ve wandered through lush trees,

Delicate roses growing, shadowed by dripping leaves.

Overcome am I, by epic beauty, of roses sweetly pink,

Crushing them in my hands, to absorb the memories.

With the road passing through, steps to eternity.

Inhaling the fragrance of aspiring life, in roses soft,

Let me stay in mother nature, her security. 

*****

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: A Force of Life #flashfiction #amwriting #nature


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: Tim Livingston of TheForesterArtist

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It’s the lushest rainforest I’ve ever seen. If one could say Mother Nature had a life force it would be here, hidden within this vibrant foliage. For me green is the color of life and I think of the exotic creatures found here and I understand why environmentalists are vehemently protecting a forest full of wild animals and their habitats.

To imagine this brilliant life force gone would be painful. There is an ache in my heart picturing the dustlands of a destroyed forest, where nothing can regrow because of how horibly the soil has eroded, stripped of trees. Seeing this century old car buried randomly makes me curious of how the car ended up here; I imagine it’s a fabulous tale. But there’s no one here to tell that story, only me, and miles of greenery. Here in the womb of Mother Nature, one could disappear.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.