The point of no return – Saturday’s Mix–27 May 2017


The point of no return
What happened made me think
Saw it for a reason
Was good to see the truth

I didn’t think you’d do it
My heart and soul I had given
And that was what you did?
The point of no return

Couldn’t bear the betrayal
The stabbing at my back
When I had given my all?
What happened made me think

We’d gone through lots of storms
Against all odds and the world
We thought we could make it
Saw it for a reason

We are not meant to be
Best to go separate ways
Pointless being together
Was good to see the truth*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The poem does not have any rhyme scheme; therefore, the layout is simple. Say the first verse has three lines. Line one of verse one becomes the last line of verse two. To follow in suit, the second line of verse one becomes the last line of verse three. The third line of verse one now becomes the last line of verse four, the last stanza of the poem. See the structure example below:

a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

To make the Cascade an even longer poem, use more lines in verse one. For example, if verse one has 6 lines, the poem must have seven stanzas so that each line of verse one is reused as a refrain in each following stanza (a cascading effect).

For: Saturday’s Mix–27 May 2017

Thursday photo prompt: Derelict #writephoto


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The tendency of an old house to collapse
Out of warren of walls, roofs and alleys
Tough seeing the neighbourhood with all scraps
Like crushing a vertebra when one sneezes
Uncanny way of a strand as it snaps
Can still catch some of its derelict beauties
Life is not exactly a barrel of laughs
To make reforms, we need money and graphs*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Ottava rima is an old Italian form consisting of multiple stanzas each of eight lines using iambic meter and having the rhyme pattern abababcc.


For: Thursday photo prompt: Derelict #writephoto, Form for All–Ottava Rima by frankhubeny, Wordle #156, 26 May 2017 Friday Fictioneers

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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, May 24th 2017 clouds


Alec, my nephew, has always been an Ariana Grande fan. He has all her albums. He is saving all his pocket money and the money he earned when he worked last year for her concert. When I heard about the Manchester explosion, Alec was the first thing on my mind. My brother’s email came saying he wasn’t there. Alec went to Birmingham concert last Thursday and treated himself to a VIP ticket. I was relieved. But my heart goes out to all the young people who lost their lives, as well as the injured ones. Praying for Manchester. Love always prevails.

After the dark clouds
Hope, love and togetherness
Pray for Manchester

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, May 24th 2017 clouds

Writing Prompt Sunday, May 21st – Peculiar


To sleep, perchance to amaranthine dream
Sable horses gallop across moonbeam
To dream, ah, that is so chartreusely divine
Sailing across the lovat river Rhine
Where all her violescent thoughts meshed
And waking up feeling albicantly refreshed
Playing on each other in celadon fields
It’s as rough as a public park, the outfield
Wrestling with russet ideas and virid concepts
Eburnean piano piece one that she accepts
Bees’ aubergine knees, jacinthe cheese please
As she is embraced by the isabelline breeze
She dreams that she was a vermilion butterfly
Feeling happy as she hovers in the azure sky
Blooming, blushing, breezing, cinnabar breaming
She’s on top of the world as the whole place is bracing
Flapping wings smartly, enjoying its sarcoline nectar
Taking its time, fluttering with cerulean pleasure
Girl in a saffron dream in heliotrope paradise
She can soar up high as the xanthic sun will rise
And she floats and brings out a slow celadon yawn
Though she fears never shall she see titian dawn?

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Writing Prompt Sunday, May 21st – Peculiar

Music Prompt #4: Lady Antebellum – “You Look Good” #musicprompt

I may not turn heads all day but
I know my worth, give me credit
You can take me to a banquet
I’m beautiful no matter what

In my own way I know I’m good
I can add, deduct and audit
I’m fine, had a happy childhood
I’m beautiful no matter what

Plus I can look after myself
I’m not bad nor am I slut
Read all the books in the bookshelf
I’m beautiful no matter what

I may not turn heads all day but
I’m beautiful no matter what*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* A Kyrielle Sonnet consists of 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming couplet). Just like the traditional Kyrielle poem, the Kyrielle Sonnet also has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet consists of only eight syllables. French poetry forms have a tendency to link back to the beginning of the poem, so common practice is to use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This would also re-enforce the refrain within the poem. Therefore, a good rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet would be:

AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.


For: Music Prompt #4: Lady Antebellum – “You Look Good” #musicprompt

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, May 10th 2017 … another try to create troiku


fresh fallen snow
the yellow Chrysanthemums look
more yellowish

(C) Chèvrefeuille

fresh fallen snow
would you believe, in April?
surprise, surprise

the yellow Chrysanthemums look
so pretty, spring is here
and everything’s bright

more yellowish
marigold and daffodils
cheerful and sunny

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, May 10th 2017 … another try to create troiku.