My alien is hard to describe

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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*

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

Fantasy – Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 23rd 2016. 100 words challenge.

You left and said goodbye
Don’t worry, you assured me
And left a slice of pizza for me
But lo and behold, you’re stuck in an island
While I’m here, with my self – day and night
Going out of my mind, lost without you
Five objects I’m allowed to send you
A sharp knife so you can use it for cutting
A big box of matches to start a fire
A plastic sheath to keep you dry
A radio to keep you informed

And me, lovingly wrapped with a red bow!

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You left me alone
Sent you things you might need
Lastly, I sent me

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 23rd 2016. 100 words challenge.

I’m off to see the sunrise

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– 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.

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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

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In your hands

Who’s gonna be with me in the Ratskeller?
Who’s gonna strike a clump of two with me?
Who’s gonna order steak burnt to a cinder?
Life’s better with you, I come with a plea
Without you, my life is like a big blur
Without you, I’ll remain acedia baby
Coiled myself in front of the television
Scrawling your name over and over, hun

People say we’re antipodes of each other
That I’m a walrus and you’re a tiger
That I move on and pull myself together
If I change, can we please stay as we were?
In your hands I’m waiting for the answer
I miss you from the summer to the winter
I miss you like a rain in the desert
Come back and I promise you full comfort*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in the following rhyme:

one octive poem. abababcc
two octive poem. abababcc, dededeff

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For: Monday Morning Melts #3, Wordle #130 “November 21st, 2016”

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Open as breeze

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call in and drop by anytime for a ball
ball of patterns as we work on the call
keys are never needed, flat is open as breeze
breeze so easy as righteous ends are keys
feed us with different experience as we all agreed
agreed to hold on lies and welcome things to feed

be grateful for whoever comes, give them a cup of tea
tea is always good for the soul so we accept them be
even if it’s bad news, one day it will shine, the sun
sun rises and sets no matter what happens even
as with life, it could be fun, sad, up, down and jazz
jazz up life with all the different experience so as*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* The Mirror Sestet, created by Shelley A. Cephas, is a poem that can be written in one or more stanzas of 6 lines each. The specific guidelines for this form are as follows:

The first word of line 1 rhymes with the last word of line 1.
The first word of line 2 is the last word of line 1
and the last word of line 2 is the 1st word of line 1.

The first word of line 3 rhymes with the last word of line 3.
The first word of line 4 is the last word of line 3
and the last word of line 4 is the 1st word of line 3.

The first word of line 5 rhymes with the last word of line 5.
The first word of line 6 is the last word of line 5
and the last word of line 6 is the 1st word of line 5.

The Mirror Sestet can also be written in non-rhyme.
All rules must be followed except there is no 1st and last word rhyming.

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For: Writing Prompt #187 “Collage 34”, Wordle 275 Nov 20 by Brenda Warren

I gaze at the tidewater

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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

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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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Writing Prompt November 13 – Abecedarian

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Apple baked caramel dusted every flavour
Great harvest in juicy kaleidoscope
Lovingly marinated Nutella overall
Pampered queenly rain-stained
Turning under viola waltz
Xylophone your zoo

arabesque pose, Aisha is really good with that!
branch manager is her Dad’s job
complex world we live in
deadfall and the twitch-up snare to be sure
error always happens, I make a lot of that!
flash all over the news
gristle and meat stuck in his teeth as he smiles
hard not to laugh hee hee hee ha ha ha
itsy bitsy tinee winee yellow polka dot bikini
jaundice was the son when he was born
kookaburra’s raucous laughter seems to mock
lachesism is not something I wish to happen
mud flood I don’t give a thud
numb I become when I don’t move an inch
obey me today, you say no way Jose
pulse is racing when I get excited
quill driver I hope to be one day
rough as toast as could ever be
saliva from the dog as he licked me
trembling with excitement and anxiety
upturned tubs and all flowers were thrown about
verse one, chapter one and I can’t wait to read
wistful thinking if I can finish it in one sitting
Xerarch that’s a new word for me
yield afield as I shield the unrevealed
zigzag course when chased by predators

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Writing Prompt November 13 – Abecedarian

Hallelujah!

so peaceful
human utopia
life on earth
peaceable
harmonious living for all
hallelujah!

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it’s not late to dream
thank you, Lord
second chance
acceptance, equality
love and peace abound

love and peace
simple things we need
be grateful
and rejoice
we make our own utopia
taking part in it

taking part
don’t let it be harmed
our whole world
everything
send our gratifying love
hallelujah!

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

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by German artist Makis Warlamis

For: B&P Shadorma & Beyond – November 12, 2013, Microfiction challenge #22: Utopia Ark

Never Give Up

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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

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

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