A rondel for my bear

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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?*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* 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

JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Forest/Plants

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Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest.
Part of the nunchi from the bar suggested that there was a hidden treasure in the forest. A nexus of ideas started forming in his head. Perhaps if he ventured out, the treasure could still be tenable. So in his bonhomie manner one afternoon, he gambolled to the forest. The plants took up water through their lateral roots. Birds and some avian predators were perched on the trees, cawing and chirping. He trekked on. He searched everywhere but no treasure could be found. He decided to go home and on his way home, he had a puncture. All this searching and venturing out did not, of course, take place in a vacuum.

For: JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Forest/Plants

A Month of Mini Writing Challenges

Day 9 – Write a haiku inspired by the theme “night”.

Soft whisper of wind
Light of the silvery moon
Children fast asleep

Crickets chirp, owls hoot
Angels sing halleluiah
Total darkness

Day 11 – Write a story set in a forest in 100 words or less.

Adventurous as she was, she walked further and further from her friends.
Looking at all the exotic plants and trees, she didn’t noticed she’s getting lost.
And that she’s moving around going back and forth and the paths crisscrossed.
By the time it was getting dark, she didn’t know what to do, how to get help.
She bumped into something mossy and spooky, that’s when she uttered a yelp.
Only silence in that eerie place, she’s imagining a lot of different scenario.
She waits; such tight corner she has entered and she doesn’t seem to get out.

Day 13 – The prompt is “space”. The format and length are your choice.

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Leave me alone, I need my space
I don’t want to hear any gossip
As I walk around the room with grace
Don’t want to be the cause of any breakup
Especially sour grapes and anything bad
Keep your secret to yourself or write a poem
Don’t want to add anything to my keypad
I’m sure your poem will be awesome
In a fiction of course, no one knows it’s you
Alarming as it sounds, I’m not thirsty for it
It’s tough how those words could be construed
Let alone if they’re written in Sanskrit
I’m having a long bath, with loofah and razors
To contemplate on what I really like in my life
Hoping some of my questions will have answers
Like about the universe and is there an afterlife?
Storm comes and goes, then calmness will come
Peace at last, I say and speak to myself in sigh
Now I can do anything like wriggle my thumb
Give me my space, I want my life to simplify

Day 16 – Write a poem on the theme of “reflections”. Any length.

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golden pond
water lilies, frogs, turtles
living happily

living happily
water lily in my hair
see my reflection

see my reflection
enjoying the gorgeous day
sitting by the pond

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moonrise
holding their hands by their knees
evening at a house

peaceful evening and some wine
reminiscing bygone days

candlelite dinner
hold hands under the table
her eyes are sparkling

crickets chirping by the trees
soft breeze whistling in the night

full moon reflection
lovers walk by the sea
man gave her his coat

they promise to love each one
kiss by the light of the moon

grandad telling jokes
everyone’s eager to hear
laughing our hearts out

granny’s apple cake all gone
now having nice cups of tea

For: “A Month of Mini Writing Challenges“, Taboo Words, days 7, 8, 9 (he, with, on)

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The Girl in Plush Dress

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the girl in plush dress
one can hear her laugh, bless
she wanders in the woods
enjoying her childhood
so benign and gentle
no need to bribe her to amble
shivering in the cold
she skips as she strolled
passing by the narrow turnstile
remembering to smile
in her ambisinister way
she might be taken as prey
she sees an ephemerid
down on the ground she skid
which made her itch
her lips twitched
back to her chamber
our little ambler

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

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For: Photo Challenge #121 and Wordle #117 “July 11th, 2016”

I’m a Vision

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I’m a vision
rambling in the wood
the world have me shun
repaying for my childhood

I’m a fountain of blood
in the shape of a girl
my life is a tragedy or a ballad
I can be your pearl when I twirl

lost at first hole
rattling in the forgotten shell
not knowing my role
coming out of your spell

stretching my wings with feathers
time to leave your sight
life might be a blur
got to be bold for my fight

don’t forget my name
I’m the branch that you break
I’m your dame in a frame
in the wilderness for your sake

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Photo Challenge #116

Lost!

Adventurous as she was, she walked further and further from her friends. They have agreed to hike the Black Forest and other places at the weekends. Looking at all the exotic plants and trees, she didn’t noticed she’s getting lost. And that she’s moving around going back and forth and the paths crisscrossed. By the time it was getting dark, she didn’t know what to do, how to get help. She bumped into something mossy and spooky, that’s when she uttered a yelp. Only silence in that eerie place, she’s imagining a lot of different scenario. Will she be killed by bears, will she die like a saint, this is what she foreknow. She waits; such tight corner she has entered and she doesn’t seem to get out. “Help! Can anybody hear me?” she wish for someone to help her find her route.

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For: #Maydays Prompt – Paths

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Ponies, Bees and Forest

*three things that make me smile: an exercise in gratitude – feel free to steal this idea with wild abandon and fill your blog with the happy*

saw these cute ponies when we went out for a walk – how adorable!

they’re keeping bees here for their honey

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it’s always nice to walk in our forest 🙂

So, what made you smile this week?

For: Three Things Thursday: April 21, 2016 and Weekly Smile Week 16 #weeklysmile

A Walk in Our Village – Echoes of my Neighbourhood 15

It was a lovely day today so we went for a walk this morning. It took us two hours to walk from our village to the next, had salad for lunch, then walked back again. That was fun!

For: Za’abeel Palace’s outer grounds…Echoes of my neighbourhood 15 and Skywatch Friday – 21 April 2016 Edition . Also for: marina view…

B&P’s Shadorma and Music Prompt

The “Tritina” is a ten lined poem, divided over three tercets with a single line at the end of the poem. You can stop after the ten lines or create sequences to make a longer poem. Tritinas arose in the 20th century. They use three end words that are repeated throughout the poem.

Guidelines to writing a poem in Tritina form:

The poem has ten lines, grouped into three tercets and one conclusive line.

Tritinas have no meter requirements – However whatever meter you pick, you should try to stick with it to maintain the rhythm of your poem.

The rhyme scheme, if you choose to have one, is based on the three end words you choose.
Having chosen your three words, your pattern should look like this: ABC, CAB, BCA and the last line have all three words in it, bringing you back to ABC.

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Deb Gibson, Canadian Artist, Kilarney, acrylic on canvas

I SEE FIRE

I see fire beyond the woodlands
Scorching bright red flames despite wind
Spreading like hell with no mercy

People were asking for mercy
No more bushes in the woodlands
Sudden departure of the wind

Why have you forsaken us, wind?
How come that you show no mercy?
Have we dishonoured your woodlands?

Save our woodlands, dear wind, have some mercy

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond – Tritina Poem – April 16, 2016 and Music Prompt #38: “I See Fire” by Ed Sheeran. Also for: Disaster