Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge NO. 92, “Bewitch & Treasure,” #SynonymsOnly


There was once in her garden a Princess named Louise
Saw a frog in the pond who seemed to be saying “save me please”
Gave a kiss to the frog
Tired of having a monologue
He was turned to a prince and he was immediately free

He was called Prince Eugene who was enchanted
Told the princess she was a gem and her courted
Got married, people cheered
But then the prince felt weird
A lot of pressure, “could I go back as a frog?” he blurted

He went back to the witch and asked her to turn him back
Life in the castle was tedious and he didn’t mind getting sack
He said goodbye to the Princess
“Sorry but please don’t make a fuss”
He’s used to life in his pond and he’s not making a comeback*

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

* limerick

For: Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge NO. 92, “Bewitch & Treasure,” #SynonymsOnly


I don’t even know what to say

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

Torn between parched and moist
Role we play
Crystals fuse and trap in the vase
Some part of me rejoiced
When you say
That you don’t want to be someplace

Trap in this mundane world
Torn apart
When trust was broken and you left
Unforgiving words hurled
No Mozart
Just storm that left me bereft

Emotions flared as the vase broke
We part ways
Nothing could be done but goodbye
And with our love revoke
No delays
Memories of the past we sigh*

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

* Tri-fall


“DRY & WET,” #SynonymsOnly

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Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 81, Hurry & Last, #Synonyms Only


I woke up and decided that today’s going to be a slack day. That means, there’s no need to make haste, just take it easy. It doesn’t matter if the day’s cloudy, I’ll drink my coffee from the old pewter tankard. I browse my romantic cloying book, boy falls in love with the girl sort of thing. With my hair still bedraggled from last night’s sleep, I’m still sleepy. And later on, take a shower and put my shirt and old jeans on. I don’t mind, I’m not in the mood for any truculent argument.

Take it easy day
Still sleepy from previous night
No need to be quick

For: Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 81, Hurry & Last, #SynonymsOnly


Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 75: “Patience & Green” #SnynonymsOnly

– Ryn-Sweet-Surreal

Tuesday is my favourite day. After school, Mum is taking me to Irish dancing. I always wear something verdant and matches my eyes. With tenacity, I am learning the basic steps and having fun with my friends from the village. I need to have a rigid upper body and the footwork is so intricate. Practice, practice, practice, my teacher says. After the dance practice, we’re allowed to have some ice-cream and that’s the best part.

having fun dancing
with friends from the village
intricate footwork

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

For: Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 75: “Patience & Green” #SnynonymsOnly, Photo Challenge #205


Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 49 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: Soar & Wait


I will be with you
this year’s apple blossom time
could not hardly wait

ephemeral time
apple blossom at its best
relish its moment

as the blossoms fell
the wind blows them to the field
my spirit soars

pure and innocent
angel of cherry blossoms
her smile lifts the air

enjoy the blossoms
experience flowers’ splendour
they don’t last that long

For: Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 49 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: Soar & Wait


Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 48 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: STONE & TURN


We stopped checking for monsters under the bed
When we realised they were inside of us
It’s up to us how to tread
We can’t be blameless

We still believe the power of atoms
Which are held together by electrons
Our source of energy one can say
Surrounding us in every way

The cycle of life in our journey
Children born every minute
People returning back to heaven
Continuation of lines or trees

The changing of the sky each day
Each day different we really can’t tell
One day bright, next day grey
Still mesmerising like a spell

And the humble stone, do we use it
As a stepping stone or throw it to someone?
Do we stand or do we sit, eat or sleep?
And the dust, do we leave it or sweep?

For: Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 48 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: STONE & TURN