a girl in fringe, pretty in red
enough is enough
enough of turning tables
table with your thumb as you wish
wish to end this, tired of battles
I won’t let you hurt me anymore
anymore is a lot already
already like an old lady
lady tired of you turning tables
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
Written for November Notes hosted by two lovely and awesome writers, Rosema of A Reading Writer and Sarah of Heartstring Eulogies. Come, join the musical fun!
Also for: NaNoPoblano Day 30
sleeplessly embracing you
and I am a female rebel
bedding with you, sticking like glue
you’ve got me under your spell
you and me, no one can foretell
no need for each other to woo
butterflies as well as needles
hunger of the pine tree, that’s it
raspberries and fruits of brambles
we’ll take it easy, never quit
walking hand in hand by moonlit
telling each other sweet babbles
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
Written for November Notes hosted by two lovely and awesome writers, Rosema of A Reading Writer and Sarah of Heartstring Eulogies. Come, join the musical fun!
Also for: NaNoPoblano Day 29
I love you and that’s the key
And as long as you love me
You make my life so wonderful
Don’t care where you’re from, we’re blissful
Doesn’t matter ‘bout your history
We get on fine and you make me glee
I’m sure we can face the world together
I’m so happy with you, you’re a dazzler
With you, we can explore and challenge, for sure
And there’s such a thing as a forevermore*
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* The Con-Verse, created by Connie Marcum Wong, consists of three or more 2-line rhyming stanzas (couplets). The meter of this form is in syllabic verse.
Rhyme scheme: aa,bb,cc,dd,ee
Meter: 7,7,8,8,9,9,10,10,11,11
For: Monday Morning Melts #4, Monday Morning Melts #4
oh
my love
my octave
be my baby
the cooing of a dove
with you my life is full of glee
drink some nice cups of tea, swim in the sea
I’ll look after you and together we will grow
we will be able to watch the grand prix
we’ll trust each other that’s the key
do all of the above
just be with me
ladylove
my dove
oh*
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* The Diatelle is a fun, syllable counting form like the etheree with a twist. The syllable structure of the diatelle is as follows: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1, but unlike an ethere, has a set rhyme pattern of abbcbccaccbcbba. This poetry form may be written on any subject matter and looks best center aligned in a diamond shape.
The Diatelle form was created by Bradley Vrooman.
Written for November Notes hosted by two lovely and awesome writers, Rosema of A Reading Writer and Sarah of Heartstring Eulogies. Come, join the musical fun!
Also for: NaNoPoblano Day 28
There are things I’ve done and places I’ve been
Where I may have hurt you and I don’t know
Err I’m sure I have done but haven’t seen
Bear with me and take this night as I owe
So take this night to let me be
Grow with me and please forgive me
Show me you care with your smile
Snow or rain I come with a plea*
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* A poetic form created by Lencio Dominic Rodrigues, the Lento is named after it’s creator, taken from his first name Lencio and rhymed to Cento, an existing form of poetry.
A Lento consists of two quatrains with a fixed rhyme scheme of abcb, defe as the second and forth lines of each stanza must rhyme. To take it a step further, but not required, try rhyming the first and third lines as well as the second and forth lines of each stanza in this rhyming pattern: abab, cdcd. The fun part of this poem is thrown in here as all the FIRST words of each verse should rhyme. There is no fixed syllable structure to the Lento, but keeping a good, flowing rhythm is recommended.
Written for November Notes hosted by two lovely and awesome writers, Rosema of A Reading Writer and Sarah of Heartstring Eulogies. Come, join the musical fun!
Also for: NaNoPoblano Day 27
Is the fairy godmother giving you a dress?
The bad stepmother might like to confess
Perhaps the evil witch brew her cauldron?
All I want are sausages, cheese and bacon
There’s a sleeping princess up there
Prince Charming coming from nowhere
The pretty princess might wake up
True love’s kiss wakes her up
He glimpsed a figure standing in the shade
A lady in pink and her hair all braid
The wind blew, black hair down her sides cascade
Who was she and why was she in the greyed?
Was she in trouble and needed some aid?
She’s so pretty, he wants to serenade
Was it all a dream as the figure fades?
happy butterfly
flutters around the square
balance of the soul
exquisite colours
rainbow in a butterfly
pleasurable day
swaying butterfly
like lively ballet dancer
spins with the wind
pretty butterfly
wings beating the summer air
frail and delicate
For: The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 26/16
For the first time we’ve realised
That life is tough and we devised
How to get on top to be prized
Try our best not to be chastised
We need each other that’s the truth
Live to the full, enjoy our youth
Talk things through, devise a cool plan
Save, recycle, do what we can
Drink some cheap wine and eat some bran
Have to think of our future clan
Growing up and being mature
Like to live with you my amour
Tough but we try to make it work
Got our own routine like clockwork
We’re so glad for our own network
And everything is like a perk
For the first time we got it right
We can say we will be alright*
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* The LaCharta, created by Laura Lamarca, consists of a minimum of 3 stanzas with no maximum length stipulation. Each stanza contains 6 lines. The syllable count is 8 per line in iambic tetrameter and the rhyme scheme is aaaabb ccccdd eeeeff and so on. “La” is Laura Lamarca’s signature and “Charta” in Latin, simply means “poem”.
Written for November Notes hosted by two lovely and awesome writers, Rosema of A Reading Writer and Sarah of Heartstring Eulogies. Come, join the musical fun!
Also for: NaNoPoblano Day 26
When we’ll go up in flames
Flicker in the moonlight
Staying on the outside
City burning in fires
We watched it burned and sighed
When we’ll go up in flames
We’re hunting silhouettes
Always feeling the warm
In the dark corners, too
Will there be some storm?
When we’ll go up in flames
We’ll stay where we are safe
Try to keep ourselves cool
Keep ourselves together
Try not to be such fool
When we’ll go up in flames
Sneak on the edge of dark
Smoking in total black
City in full chaos
Won’t be turning aback*
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* The Monchielle is a poem that consists of four five-line stanzas where the first line repeats in each verse. Each line within the stazas consist of six syllables, and lines three and five rhyme. The rhyme pattern is Abcdc Aefgf Ahiji Aklml.
The Monchielle form was created by Jim T. Henriksen.
Written for November Notes hosted by two lovely and awesome writers, Rosema of A Reading Writer and Sarah of Heartstring Eulogies. Come, join the musical fun!
Also for: NaNoPoblano Day 25
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
It was chaos in the Jones’ household. The night before the holiday and everyone was packing their suitcases.
“Mum, I can’t find my pink blouse and my trainers, do you know where they are?” shouted Marie from her room.
“Aren’t you packing your stuff?” I asked Martin, who was playing his PS4. “How long are we going to be there?” he asked coolly.
“Mickey wants to come, too” Jaime came to my room with his favourite toy. “OK, darling, put him there.”
“Don’t forget to pack my binoculars, Dear” reminded my Honey.
And so the suitcase lay open.
PHOTO PROMPT © Ron Pruitt
When we first got married, Him Indoors and I visited the Philippines. We flew to Bicol, one of the provinces in the north of the Philippines and on the way back, flights were cancelled. Instead of waiting for the next flight which could be the next day or the next week, things could be very flexible in the Philippines. Anyway, we decided to take the bus to Manila. Everyone seemed to have the same idea. The bus station was full of people, chickens, pigs, children, cargoes, you name it, they were there, chaos! We ended up being in a decrepit, no air-con bus. We had to stand the first couple of hours. Did I mention that the bus was so full, people were literally hugging each other, not forgetting all the chickens, pigs, baskets of fruits and vegetables, etc. There was a stop – wheel fell off. We waited 3 hours for the man to get nuts in another town. We stood by the side of the road in the middle of the night. People started getting out, so we were able to sit. Then we stopped the second time – puncture on one of the tyres. Another wait. After that, the driver raced another bus along the motorway with a horse and a cart in the slow lane. Never again, we promised. Such a bus experience!
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: Chaotic
Other “chaotic” posts:
https://sonjabenskinmesher.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/chaos/
https://annapurani93.wordpress.com/2016/11/24/chaotic/
https://lanternwords.wordpress.com/2016/11/24/be-not-chaotic/
https://sassyeasycook.wordpress.com/2016/11/24/turnaround/
Daily Prompt: Chaos cures boredom
Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos
Creative Exploration in Words and Pictures
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain!
Roaming, at home and abroad
Reflections on places traveled and photos taken.
Enjoy every moment of LIFE !!
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