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My alien is hard to describe

November 24, 2016Posted in Fairytale Prompt, Flash Fiction Challenge, Tale WeaverTagged aliens, fiction, flash fiction, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, poem, poetry prompt5 Comments

He comes and goes when he pleases
And he keeps on changing faces
He can be from one of the tribes
My alien is hard to describe

Long chin, prominent teeth, curved lips
Comes with his broken spaceship
Creative as Shakespearean jibe
My alien is hard to describe

He speaks of words with no vowels
It darkened his face, his scowl
And he doesn’t need any bribe
My alien is hard to describe

When he’s crossed, some sparkles come out
Out of his mouth, tea in spout
Some cynics in the planet gibe
My alien is hard to describe*

* 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: November 17: Flash Fiction Challenge, Tale Weaver/Fairy Tale Prompt # 94 : Alien Fairy Tales 11.24.16

Never Give Up

November 10, 2016Posted in Flash Fiction Challenge, Tale WeaverTagged fiction, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, poem, poetry prompt, tale weaver's prompt, writing challenge, writing prompt18 Comments

Is it the end of life as we know it?
When perversity wins and we accept?
When equality loses and we bow?
And the king of the throne is such a twit?

The response was somewhat a tat for tit
Make the most of it or see how it goes
Frustrating perhaps but give it a chance
We’re all in it together, so don’t quit

We let it happen, we have to admit
Let’s not lose hope, we have to keep trying
There’s always light at the end of tunnel
In the end, it’s all for our benefit

For: November 9: Flash Fiction Challenge, Tale Weaver # 93 – November 10 – Never Give Up

Music Prompt 67 # Backstreet Boys – “Quit playing games with my Heart”

November 4, 2016November 4, 2016Posted in music prompt, NaNoPoblano, Tale WeaverTagged fiction, general blogging, love and hate, love story, lovers, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, music, poem, poetry prompt, tale weaver's prompt7 Comments

my yang to my yin
we are for the win
you and me against the world
challenges we take
whatever the stake
we’re living in our dream-world

we say we will try
limit is the sky
we know it’s not that easy
other factors play
and our world seems grey
honour and trust is the key

you came to my life
we seem to strife
we hurt the one we love most
we keep asking why
until we say goodbye
we thought we’ve made it, almost*

* The Alouette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:

Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b

For: Music Prompt 67 # Backstreet Boys – “Quit playing games with my Heart”, Tale Weaver #92: free form free flow (Nov. 3, 2016), NaNoPoblano Day 4

A rondel for my bear

October 27, 2016October 27, 2016Posted in Fairytale Prompt, Tale WeaverTagged fairytale prompt, fiction, forest, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, poem, poetry prompt, tale weaver's prompt4 Comments

Brown bear, brown bear, where are you?
Are you hiding anywhere?
Come out of your lair
You’re my Winnie the Pooh

Walking one day and you came to my view
I was so frightened and I said my prayer
Brown bear, brown bear, where are you?
Are you hiding anywhere?

You’ve been my friend through and through
Lots of adventures we share
You’re my best friend, I swear
I don’t want them to take you to the zoo
Brown bear, brown bear, where are you?*

* Rondel – a French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.

For: Tale Weaver/Fairy Tale Prompt No 91 October 27th – The Wood Nymph

Tale Weaver #87 September 29th Lost in a Foreign Land

September 29, 2016Posted in Tale WeaverTagged fiction, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, tale weaver's prompt5 Comments

Image © Mara Eastern Used with permission

Lynne visited her friend Judy in San Francisco. Judy had to work that day so Lynne entertained herself by going to town. She walked for a while then took the cable car. Lots of passengers were on the cable car and someone accidentally stepped on her toes.

“Ooops, sorry, Miss,” the man said apologetically, standing next to her.

“That’s OK,” she answered reassuringly.

That got them talking and Lynne found out that Graeme was also a tourist in the city and his way of getting to know the city was through riding a cable car, too. They got on well and laughed at some of the jokes. They even decided to tour the city together. So they stayed until the end of the line and agreed to meet the next day.

lost in the city
a man stepped on her toes
is this the start
of a beautiful relationship?
we’ll never know

For: Tale Weaver #87 September 29th Lost in a Foreign Land

Tale Weaver #86, September 22: “I wanna be a paperback writer.”

September 25, 2016Posted in Tale Weaver, WhirligigTagged fiction, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, poem, poetry prompt, tale weaver's prompt, whirligig7 Comments

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Summer’s Almost Gone” by William Trowbridge: spreading, hops, gourd, capsules, pollen, hottest, crooked, former, intervene, shoplifting, katydids, scorched

The hottest day of the season
Hearing the katydids was fun
Spreading hops as I spun
The gourd was gone, the gourd was gone

She gave him a crooked smile
Shoplifting as she walked the aisle
Good thing he intervened her guile
She’s got style, she’s got style

Some pollen got scorched in the sun
This story was full of action
With a former spy and his gun
Can’t move, I’m stunned, can’t move, I’m stunned*

* The monotetra is a new poetic form developed by Michael Walker. Each stanza contains four lines in monorhyme. Each line is in tetrameter (four metrical feet) for a total of eight syllables. What makes the monotetra so powerful as a poetic form, is that the last line contains two metrical feet, repeated. It can have as few as one or two stanzas, or as many as desired.

Stanza Structure:

Line 1: 8 syllables; A1
Line 2: 8 syllables; A2
Line 3: 8 syllables; A3
Line 4: 4 syllables, repeated; A4, A4

For: Tale Weaver #86, September 22: “I wanna be a paperback writer.”, Whirligig 78 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Tale Weaver #83 September 1st Changing Seasons

September 1, 2016Posted in Tale WeaverTagged fiction, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, poem, seasonLeave a comment

Image: © Mara Eastern used with permission.

Nature always wears the colours of the spirit
Could be cold, hot, windy, sunny or any climate
And I always think of myself as being fortunate

Nature becomes me, going with or against the flow
Every day is different, enjoying the sun, the rain or snow
Swimming in the creek, admiring the flowers in the meadow

On top of the world, we kissed and nature’s our witness
Look around us, trees, birds, hills – they’re all breathless
The gift of nature and I’m happy being here, that’s a plus

Daffodils are popping out, cheerful bulbs burst into life
Spring is here, part of our life now and the afterlife
Birds are singing, blue bells, tulips wildflowers all in rife

Summer morning, all serene, flower’s scent is heaven
Starting the day on this bright day, clouds like cotton
People in positive mood, like in a lottery having won

Autumn’s golden voice, sings with birds and flowers
Don’t forget the palm, coconut, banana trees and firs
The leaves golden brown, auburn, orange, such pleasures

Leaves had fallen on cold days, winter is wonderful
Time to have our Christmas tree with tinsel and bauble
Sitting in front of a fireplace, all cosy and blissful

Reflection through an early dawn or the lovely sunset
Admiring some stone friezes curved with rosette
And together we admire our own silhouette

For: Tale Weaver #83 September 1st Changing Seasons

Tale Weaver #82: out my kitchen window

August 25, 2016Posted in Sunday Whirl, Tale Weaver, Wordle PromptTagged fiction, home, kitchen, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, poem, summer, tale weaver's prompt, windows, wordleLeave a comment

Outside my kitchen window, birds singing
Dogs running, children cycling, people passing

Hear the baby bird cries for his food
Among the branches, doves cooed

Unfettered that he’s bigger than the mother
It doesn’t matter, as I hear my cat purr

Check our flowers and ferns, all thriving
A neighbour, all about her holiday babbling

I’ve just twisted some weeds off the plants
And harvested some tomatoes and eggplants

An old grill, for our family’s delight
Always handy, when the sun is bright

Still hoping summer is not finish yet
Make the most of it, without any fret

Outside my kitchen window, an old bench
Where the son used to study his French

Where I stop and think, train of thoughts
Dreaming of mangoes and kumquats

Reading and writing, pages and pages
Reminiscing the past and accepting changes

For: Tale Weaver #82: out my kitchen window and Wordle259 Jul 31 by Brenda Warren

Magic Mango

August 18, 2016Posted in Tale WeaverTagged fiction, fruit, love story, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, tale weaver's prompt4 Comments

In a land so far away
From the seven seas
And four mountains
A king rules in a kingdom
A very strict but honourable king
He’s got a beautiful daughter
So exquisite and charming
Knights and princes ask for her hand
They came from different kingdoms
The princess was so picky
She didn’t want any of them
There was an old mango tree
In the middle of the garden
She wanted a mango
Hanging on the highest branch
Knights and princes tried but failed
Until a farmer’s son tried to climb up
With all his strength reaching the mango
He caught it and handed it to the princess
They looked at each other’s eyes
There was magic in the air
They fell in love and got married
To the delights of the whole kingdom

For: Tale Weaver #81 /Fairy Tale August 18 – Magic Fruit

The Bus Journey – Double Etheree

July 18, 2016July 18, 2016Posted in Daily Prompt, Tale Weaver, Weekly Writing PromptTagged accident, aunt, daily prompts, fiction, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, tale weaver's prompt, traveller, writing challenge, writing prompt4 Comments

The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Get creative and write an Etheree with more than one verse, but follow suit with an inverted syllable count.

Reversed Etheree: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Double Etheree: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 9, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

come
quickly
accident
I need your help
that was a strange call
coming from my old aunt
on the other side of town
I’ve got to change and catch the bus
I hope to catch the bus at this time
and I was gone, worrying about her
she’s my mum’s sister and her husband died
I promise my mum to check on her
every now and then I get this
but there was really nothing
I can’t pretend it’s fun
life is not easy
and I arrived
she’s alright
oh well
tough!