I’m off to see the sunrise

– Slrlounge.com

I am off to see the sunrise
To be with you, my beloved
I know you I have always loved

My fish and the foggy skies
Riding with me to go with you
To the sunrise and the great view

I hope you will like my surprise
You always ask if I will come
I thought about it, it’s awesome

Last look at my place, dry my eyes
New adventures, new challenges
Thinking about this for ages

Don’t worry, we will improvise
Together we will have some fun
And it will always rise, the sun*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* The Constanza, created by Connie Marcum Wong, consists of five or more 3-line stanzas. Each line has a set meter of eight syllables. The first lines of all the stanzas can be read successively as an independent poem, with the rest of the poem weaved in to express a deeper meaning. The first lines convey a theme written in monorhyme, while the second and third lines of each stanza rhyme together.

Rhyme scheme: a/b/b, a/c/c, a/d/d, a/e/e, a/f/f………etc.

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Footy and Foodie. Thank you Footy and Foodie!

For: Photo Challenge #140, FFfAW Challenge by Priceless Joy


I gaze at the tidewater

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Barb CT of the blog, Gallimaufry. Thank you Barb!

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “A Village Cat” by Anne Porter: living, under, decorated, daubs, smudges, streaks, clown, carnival, gaze, wonder, back, eyes

I gaze at the tidewater and I wonder when

Wisteria by the sea as I daub my eyes then

I step back living under penetralia

The breeze occur as I wait for a faceless huh

Streaks of fake joy like a carnival cha-cha

Smudges of sharp guilt of a clown drama

Mute prayer as I look for you at the delta

My guts tell me it comes in different forms, karma

As seagulls fly over me I reflect my Zen

I look at the sea and hope to see you again*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* The Duo-rhyme, a poetic form created by Mary L. Ports, is a 10 or 12-line poem, with the first two and last two lines having the same rhyme scheme, and the center of the poem (lines #3 through #8 or #10) having their own separate monorhyme scheme.

Meter: 8 beats per line, written in iambic tetrameter (4 linear feet of iambic) Rhyme Scheme: 10-line: a,a,b,b,b,b,b,b,a,a and 12-line: a,a,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,a,a


For: FFfAW Challenge – Week of November 15, 2016 by Priceless Joy, Sunday Photo Fiction – November 13th 2016, Wordle #129 “November 14th, 2016”, Whirligig 85 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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A bridge of time

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Joy Pixley. Thank you Joy!

a bridge of time so to speak
we hold hands and you kiss my cheek
challenges we try to manage
together we stand on the bridge

days come and go, people pass by
rain or shine, blue or grey sky
we’re best friends and love our marriage
together we stand on the bridge

from the bridge we can see the world
we transport ourselves to dream-world
we’ve known each other from college
together we stand on the bridge

we’ve seen sunrises and sunsets
days and nights, we have no regrets
and each other we encourage
together we stand on the bridge*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* A Kyrielle is a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains (a stanza consisting of 4 lines), and each quatrain contains a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the poem consists of only eight syllables. There is no limit to the amount of stanzas a Kyrielle may have, but three is considered the accepted minimum.

Some popular rhyming schemes for a Kyrielle are: aabB, ccbB, ddbB, with B being the repeated line, or abaB, cbcB, dbdB.

For: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers by Priceless Joy


Him Indoors’ Supplies

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Maria with the blog, Doodles and Scribbles. Thank you Maria!

Once a year we drive to Britain. We usually stay the night in Maastricht and then carry on driving to Calais, take the tunnel to Dover and drive to the Midlands. HRH the son and his beautiful bride meet us and they also visit Granny and Grandad for the week. It’s also an opportunity for me to visit my brother and family. On the way to Britain, our car is full of our suitcase, some beers from Bavaria as we have the best beers, as well as boxes of wines and Sekt, as they are cheaper and we’ve got a better selection of wines. On the way back, we have to fill the car with Him Indoors’ British supplies, as I call them – HP sauce, Worchester sauce, cheddar cheese, salt and vinegar crisps, malt vinegar, Branston pickles, Patak’s curry pastes, ginger snaps, teas, boxes and boxes of black tea, etc. He made shelves in the cellar and we usually fill them up when we come back from our drive to Britain. Him Indoors and his supplies – love him and them!

For: FFfAW Challenge – Week of October 11, 2016 by Priceless Joy


Up and Down

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Joy Pixley. Thank you Joy!

We met, we kissed and we made promises
We were on top of the world
No one could reach us
Like being with the stars
Or the seventh heaven
On top of the highest mountain
Ah, that was heaven!
But then out of the blue
You were gone and left me alone
I didn’t want to carry on
Like there was no air to breathe
No sunshine, no breeze, nothing
It went on like that until I realised
I’ve got to live, I’ve got to move on
Slowly, with the help of time, I’m me again
I’m strong, I could do it and you don’t deserve me

For: FFfAW Challenge Week of September 20, 2016 by Priceless Joy


Turning Leaves

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Phylor. Thank you Phylor for our photo prompt!

The autumn leaves all red, yellow, brown, orange
And Mother Nature was telling me something
We ran, giggled and into the stream we plunged

People back from holidays busy babbling
Lots of stories to tell and pictures to share
When we meet friends in cafes people watching

Ready for harvest, apples, pumpkins and pears
Children all excited to start the new term
Let them enjoy the term, we say in prayers

Let them learn all the lessons in the long-term
When autumn leaves seem to drown down the stream
Light breaks over the horizon, that’s confirmed

A magnificent season, top of the cream
Autumn at its best and life is such a dream*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

*A Terza Rima Sonnet is form of poem that has an eleven syllable count in each line and a rhyming scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, ded, ee.

For: What do turning leaves mean to you? 100wcgu #188 and FFfAW Challenge – Week of September 6, 2016 by Priceless Joy. Also for: Taboo Challenge – Day 6 “as”

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It was an Accident

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Iain Kelly. Thank you Iain!

Marie and son John were on the way to school when a car overtook them. Marie’s car skidded and rolled down the cliff. Luckily, both of them were able to get out of the car before the car caught fire. The man who overtook them saw the smoke, felt guilty and called the ambulance. The paramedics arrived and assessed the situation. They rang the emergency helicopter so they could take Marie and John to the nearest hospital.

Meanwhile, Sam found the surprise birthday present from his Dad. It was a drone cyber flyer plane, the one he saw in the shop. His Dad remembered! How happy he was and immediately set it up and started flying it. Then he couldn’t control it anymore and hit the front of the emergency helicopter. The helicopter crashed and chaos ensued.

For: FFfAW Challenge – Week of August 30, 2016 by Priceless Joy


The Date

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Phylor. Thank you Phylor!

There was faint music in the background. They both said they like that love music and listened to it dreamily. They started talking about their days at work, their hobbies and their likes. Was it Ralph Waldo Emerson who said that: “conversation is an art in which a man has all mankind for competitors?” And they do converse for quite a long time. They found a lot of things in common. They laughed at their jokes, mused at some others and agreed or disagreed with the rest.

It was night time when they left the café. It was a cold evening. Faint stars were in the sky, silver leaves in the background. They agreed to meet next week for dinner. There was a new Italian restaurant in town, and they said they will try that one out. So the day went well and both parted in good spirit. Till they meet again.

For: FFfAW Challenge – Week of July 12, 2016 by Priceless Joy



This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!

Panakot-Uwak used to be a bored scarecrow, with his old rag clothes and straw face and body. Birds poked his face, not scared of him at all and children threw some sticks and stones at him. That was before. Now he’s got an important job – being a spy. He reported for duty at the Scarecrow Intelligence Agency (SIA), his old clothes still wet. It has been raining over there, he said. He tried to sneak over to the farmhouse by crouching or leaning forward to get closer without being seen. It wasn’t easy. After all, he wasn’t expected to move about. He’s supposed to scare crows and other big birds. He was sent to this farm to get some evidence that the farm is also involved in other notorious activities. And so, he reported what he’s seen, heard, the comings and goings and he felt ever so important and useful.

For: FFfAW Challenge – Week of 06-28-2016 by Priceless Joy


My Favourite Place

This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!

I love this place. It’s my favourite place when I want to be alone. There’s something about this library that makes me feel I’m in a trance. The mass of books with atlases, road maps, novels, plays, bits and pieces and news. These books are my friends and companions. They show me interesting things, talk to me and sometimes chant and rant after the first block of information. Like I need to know more, like looking for a treasure hunt, one bit of evidence at a time. And as I read them, I’m being relocated to a totally new world. Where am I again?


For: FFfAW Challenge – Week of June 21, 2016 by Priceless Joy and Wordle 250 by Brenda Warren