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Poem — Italian Sonnet — “ Escape Madness” #amwritingpoetry


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She said I get my life in pieces, some that —

Never fit like paving stones, they’re craggy.

Crooked as pathways, damage that’s saggy;

To much weight from heavy trucks, and splats —

Roadkill on the highway, no laughing;

A creature’s dead, there’s terrible sadness.

Senseless death’s awful, a kind of madness;

But she tries, life’s messes scattered cracks,

Like earthquakes; thus, you learn to react;

Thoughts running wild, caught in vapid terror.

Trees falling verdant, birds flitting annoyed,

Instinct takes over, safety is lacking.

And you can’t escape chasms; or repair —

Just, fit yourself together, escape.

©️Amanda_ME. (2020). All Rights Reserved.

Tale Weavers: Poem – Wrapped Refrain (2) — “Full-Hearted” #amwritingpoetry #taleweavers #MLMM


Thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Tale Weaver’s this week with his theme: all things bright and beautiful & what it means to us. Also, thanks to MindLoveMisery’s MenagerieMindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Music Prompt #41 “This Is Not the End” by MILCK.

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“This is Not the End by MILCK

All things bright and beautiful cleanse; this is not end.

Star’s leap, shrinking violets shimmer tall, lively bend;

Despite storm’s ahead, summer’s heat,

Deepens azure; the sky still beams,

Wide-eyed giggles, cherub children;

Bells tinkle joyful, dreamscapes mild.

Your schemes aren’t the end, despite a shameful purpose;

Sickening plots — lies, your ugly’s gone; I’ve more worth.

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This isn’t the end, of all things bright and beautiful,

I’m not afraid of monsters, your cunning half-truths.

I’m a survivor furnished,

In sweet trappings of God’s spirit.

I fear not your Slytherin tongue;

I’m a warrior inspite your drugs —

Candy words, lethargy, crafted bitter-bliss —

You’re daft, such a nasty trick; too late — you missed.

*****

All things bright and beautiful, life moves, expands,

Beneath snow spring trickles in streams; ice cracks, your damned.

Wicked man against roaring lion,

His might rages, light that defies.

I’m not afraid of ruthlessness,

For I’ve inhaled His brilliant truth.

You can’t snuff it out, you can’t beat it’s flames; feasting on–

Destruction, your falsehood revealed; I’m no man’s pawn.

*****

Sweet lamb am I, protected from plots; your slaughter —

Without regret, dishonest; I win you falter.

This lapse isn’t the end; I’m free.

Once blind, I stare eyes pitying;

Your tricks are done, for I have sun.

Wild winds, tangled grass and I’ve won —

Space to wander in aqua dawn, white sands beautiful.

All things bright, I’ve chosen a door and key — heart-full.

*****

©️Mandibelle16. (2019) All Rights Reserved.

Tale Weavers: Poem – Rictameter – “Foresight” #amwriting #poetry #taleweavers


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s Tale Weaver prompt having to do with the importance of sight, physical, spiritual, or beyond. Also thank you to Linda J. Wolf of the blog Urban Poetry for the new poem format. Rictameter verse had 9 lines and the first and the last line repeat. The syllable count for each line is as follows: 2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2. 

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Also, I know many of you are doing the A to Z Challenge for April. But if anyone’s interested in poetry, join me in National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). A poem a day for 30 days. You can sign your blog up at www.napowrimo.net. Each day in April, return to the site for the daily poetry prompts and remember to link back to the website when you write your poems and to tag your work #NaPoWriMo so other bloggers can read your awesome poetry. Looking forward to reading everyone’s poetry takes. If you are REALLY up for the challenge combine NaPoWriMo with the A to Z Challenge 🙂 

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To see,

With clarity,

Minds are required to —

Be open to possibility.

All the relevant outcomes forecasted,

Made with thinking of calculated —

Risks; all aspects bad,

Or fortunate,

To see.

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Because,

Limited sight,

Costs lives, so we try —

To foresee what could occur.

What is likely to happen in certain —

Situations; or what won’t —

Occur; we attempt to —

See the future,

Because.

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We live,

Blindly despite,

Attempts to know.

We can’t actually know;

As much as we make it seem,

As if we can configure potential,

But it’s all a fantastic lie.

We know nothing but —

Footsteps ahead,

We live.

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Blindly,

Our sight fades for —

Physically our prime is —

Short; but we can see past —

Spiritually if only —

We choose to see, to look within and find,

Our immortality left,

After we pass on.

We try to see,

Blindly.

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In life,

We desire to —

Know what happens —

Next; can we stop our fears,

Trouble from taking place or should —

We leave it in God’s hands and let,

Our worry and painful burdens,

Be His to decide,

Thy Will Be Done, 

In life.

©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

Photo Challenge: Poem – Wrapped Refrain(2) – ” The Perks of Floating” #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the photo prompt challenge.

Credit: Josh Hayes

 

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.

Trouble with a Bed


My weekend started early. I spent Thursday cleaning up — emptying recycling and garbage, making my newly washed bed, putting all my clothes away (because Easter I had to try many outfits before finding the right one), packing for A’s, and making myself presentable. 

At 4:00 pm I called a cab (because medically I shouldn’t drive) and went to A’s. It was the worst time to go, of course, rush hour was early in 17 degree Celsius spring weather. I arrived at A’s and relaxed. I presented A with his new duvet and cover. He loved it and I made his bed. He says it’s so much more cozier now. For part of his Birthday coming up in May I think I’ll get him some dark grey cotton sheets to match his grey and white duvet cover. I was so jealous his duvet cover had a zipper opening when I also got my newish duvet from Simon’s Department Store and it only has button closures. Oh well, can’t win. 

That night I tried to sleep and thought the duvet would help. I was so hot because I wasn’t near a window and the edge of A’s mismatched mattress set bends over on the side I was on. I should have just taken more sleeping pills to begin with because I always need a bit more at his place but I always feel hesitant to do that. But then I slept awful and at 4 am I end up taking the extra pill anyways and moving out to the leather couch which is softer then the bed where I sleep at A’s and I slept there exhausted until A awoke for his appointment at 8 am. Then I went back to bed and couldn’t sleep because I was awake then, so I showered. A came back back and finally I was tired enough to sleep in the bed with him with the cozy duvet. 

When A left for mosque I pulled out Module 1 for copywriting which I had read but not done the exercises for and did those and thankfully after my Morning Tea which is loaded with extra caffeine for me I could concentrate well. I wrote my NaPoWriMo poem and then just relaxed.

When A came back he had breakfast which was my lunch and I had some green tea and this special bread A gets, kind of like a pastry flat bread. And all went well until about 5:30 pm which is the worst time of day for me. 

I have had to raise my Rispirdone levels back up slightly because I haven’t been able to concentrate so well but it also makes me feel more agitated at times. My Dexedrine wears off and that is a stimulate, so coming down off of it can be harsh sometimes. I was so tired and starving and there was no food. Finally, I say to A, ” I need to go home and sleep in my own bed.” He doesn’t get it. So I say quite grumpily ” I need to go home. If you can’t drive me I’m taking a cab.” I bring up co-op taxi’s ap on my phone and am about to press complete when A says, “ready.” I stumble out the door and when we get to McDonald’s I inhale my double cheeseburger. I feel a lot better surprisingly by the time A gets me home but still glad to be home. So what happens when A’s home is my home, I wonder? We’ll use my bed it’s softer and I’m use to it. Problem solved. 

At home I lie in bed, I cannot sleep because I’ve been trying to nap all day but I lie there and my muscles relax. My mom comes home and she’s been shopping for items to wear and use in China. She shows me everything and we sit out and drink tea as she irons. I certainly feel I’m at home. I guess I will just have to bring more of home to A’s. But bonus points for him, we did talk about getting married and how that will be if we can manage, including budget and engagement ring. So, that’s a great start. 

That’s a piece of my weekend. How was yours? 

  

Life Changing Events


What’s a life changing event to you? When did it happen? Was it a big event or kind of small? Life changing events are all around us. They force us to change direction and pick another way. They effect us so subtlety we never even knew that they happened.

I feel like I’m heading into some life changing events and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. All I know are they are changes that presented themselves to me and I have made a choice for better or worse. They could be painful changes. They could be great changes. They could be changes I don’t feel all that much. But either way I know I’m moving into that unknown space. An area I have scarce been before. I’m hoping their self affirming changes. I’m hoping they’re confidence boosters. I’m hoping my change from the normal doesn’t get me into to much trouble. But I also agree with the statement ” if you’re not happy with your life, change something.” So I am changing something. I’m headed of into the distant future into the ” silver waters of the estuary.” I could sink or swim. I could get hurt. I could survive a changed woman and be alright or fantastic.

But a little plot twist in life was just what the doctor ordered. A little sideline to the hum drum of this everyday life of being tired. But it gets better, there are several plot twists about. And all one can hope is that all these twists work themselves out in the end for a better tomorrow.