The cat’s pyjamas

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The cat’s pyjamas
Cool in his blue onesie
Doesn’t care, no fuzz
Does his grooming spree

Cool in his blue onesie
Lazy as a sloth
Wants to have cup of tea
Sometimes chicken broth

Doesn’t care, no fuzz
Watching telly all day
With daily dramas
Then he goes out to play

Does his grooming spree
Catching mice as well
His PJs so baggy
But he’s such a swell*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Quadrilew

For: Sunday Writing Prompt #228 “It’s All In The Title”

Sunday Writing Prompt #225 – Know Thyself

 

I saw a girl and that was me
Curious to the world around her
She tries her best, of course she errs
Remains true to herself, that’s key

All the pains she endures
All experience she appreciates
Good or bad, they’re hers
People she meets, some she keeps
Moments come and go
Learns her lesson and moves on

True or false, she speaks with candour
She acts, they don’t have to agree
Her reason? As long as she’s free
She has her own cauldron to stir

Living the life like she was her
As long as I’m not hurting anyone
I am that girl and she was me
I am fighting my own battle
World’s my oyster, as blue as the sea
For me that is clear, never blur

Tatayo akong mag-isa kung kailangan
Ako sya at sya ay ako
(I stand up alone if needed
I am her and she is me)*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* La’libertas

For: Sunday Writing Prompt #225 – Know Thyself

Music Prompt #13: Snow Patrol – “Run” #musicchallenge #amwriting #music

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You are a bright star in my struggle
I sigh and push my fringe back
You lighting up my road on my way
Lifting my spirit my good old Jack

I have no other star, just you
With you, my world is complete
On my way, you lighting up my road
With you by my side, isn’t life sweet?

We can weather the storm as I swirl
My hero, a mystery
You lighting up my road on my way
Then we can have a nice pot of tea

You are in charge of my light brigade
You hold the key to my heart
On my way, you lighting up my road
I cannot bear us to be apart*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

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* The ZaniLa Rhyme, a form created by Laura Lamarca, consists 4 lines per stanza.
The rhyme scheme for this form is abcb and a syllable count of 9/7/9/9 per stanza.
Line 3 contains internal rhyme and is repeated in each odd numbered stanza.
Even stanzas contain the same line but swapped.
The ZaniLa Rhyme has a minimum of 3 stanzas and no maximum poem length.

For: Music Prompt #13: Snow Patrol – “Run” #musicchallenge #amwriting #music , Wordle 320 Oct 7 by brenda warren , Sunday Writing Prompt #223

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Sonnet XVI by Pablo Neruda

I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica
of the multiplying universe

Your wide eyes, are the only light I know
from extinguished constellations;
your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteor through rain.

Your hips were that much of the moon for me;
your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
your heart, fiery with its long red rays,

was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing
you – compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.

Sometimes life is like a fairy tale

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Sometimes life is like a fairy tale
Or a joie de vivre with self-questioning
It’s how we sing with chime and deliver

We see and gasp life like solving a crime
We tilt our heads and argue for or against
Sometimes life is like a fairy tale

We feed it with love and compassion
We try our best and we shine through
Or a joie de vivre with self-questioning

We begin to understand what it is
And sometimes we get hurt and injured
It’s how we sing with chime and deliver*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

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* 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

For: Sunday Writing Prompt #222, Wordle 319 Sep 30 by brenda warren

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Sunday Writing Prompt: Sunday, September 17, 2017 Tea and Civility

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I may be on the side of the angels
There are evils in me on the surface
Don’t make a fuss as things are more baffles
All our battles test the aptness on us

No difference between good or bad
Not an ironclad guarantee
No such things as darkness and light
Try as we might, quite grey

We may cover our face with mask
Not easy task to our dismay
We could stay together or flee
If that was me I’d play

For every action there is a reaction
It could be fun or another challenge
Whoop as we plunge into pool that glisten
And as we spun we end up in scavenge

Some rulebooks could disappear like bubbles
Our own battles we fight with such guiltless
No fuss no muss nothing left but chuckles
As one ambles into this life with greatness*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The LaJemme is a 5 stanza form created by poets Laura Lamarca and Jem Farmer.

Meter: consistently iambic

Stanza 1, 10 syllables per line, Rhyme scheme abab, 4th syllable of each line is to rhyme with the end rhyme of the preceding line.

Stanza 2, syllable count: 8/8/8/6, Rhyme scheme cdef, with cross rhymes in each couplet on 4th syllable

Stanza 3, syllable count 8/8/8/6, Rhyme scheme gfdf, 4th syllable of each line follows the same rule as stanza 1.

Stanza 4, 10 syllables per line, Rhyme scheme hihi, 4th syllable of each line is to rhyme with the end rhyme of the preceding line.

Stanza 5, 10 syllables per line, Rhyme scheme abab, 4th syllable of each line is to rhyme with the end rhyme of the preceding line.

For: Sunday Writing Prompt #220 – September 17, 2017

Sunday Writing Prompt #219: September 10, 2017 Adjust to the Space of Self

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I’m spinning down the path
As I push my way
Funnel to the footpath
Dust sweeping away

As I push my way
With power to the beach
Surge of fun I sway
On the ground I screech

Funnel to the footpath
Shelter in the shade
Waking up in a bath
Enjoyed as we played

Dust sweeping away
With flowers on my head
Fun on my birthday
And on the day we wed*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Created by C. G. V. Lewis, the Quadrilew is a form of quatrain poem with an abab rhyming scheme, repeating lines, and contains an alternating syllable structure.

In the first verse, the poet may either start with a five or six syllable line. If the choice is five then the ‘sounding’ syllable count is (and opposite if the count is six):

VERSE ONE,
Line 1, 5 syllables.
Line 2, 6 syllables.
Line 3, 5 syllables.
Line 4, 6 syllables.

VERSE TWO,
Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 2 of the FIRST verse) has 6 syllables.
Line 2 new line of 5 syllables
Line 3 new line of 6 syllables
Line 4 new line of 5 syllables.

VERSE THREE,
Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 3 of the first verse) has 5 syllables.
Line 2 new line of 6 syllables.
Line 3 new line of 5 syllables.
Line 4 new line of 6 syllables.

VERSE FOUR,
Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 4 of the first verse) has 6 syllables.
Line 2 new line of 5 syllables.
Line 3 new line of 6 syllables.
Line 4 new line of 5 syllables.

If the first line of verse one has 6 syllables then the pattern is
Verse 1, 6565,
Verse 2, 5656,
Verse 3, 6565,
Verse 4 5656: (the rhyme pattern still being abab.)

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For: Sunday Writing Prompt #219: September 10, 2017, Wordle 316 Sep 9 by brenda warren

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Sunday Writing Prompt #218: September 3, 2017 Who do you know? Night Sounds

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

Crickets chirp, owls hoot
Angels sing halleluiah
Total darkness

No stars in the night
I thought you were my knight
No breeze to caress my cheeks
Just some awful critiques
No afternoon walks
Not doing any spacewalk
No flowers in the garden
I just want to run
Just some void space in my life
Quite a lot of strifes
No full moon to watch
Just your stopwatch
No nice bottle of wine
I miss our fine dine
Talking about things
Typical of earthlings
No kisses when I come home
Shalom, shalom!
No one stealing my fries
You make me cry
No more lovers’ tiff
I need my kerchief
We said things we shouldn’t have
For my guilt I need a salve
We knew it was bad
What else can I add?
But we have learned our lessons
We are each other’s beacon
Time for reconciliation
And enjoy the sun

For: Sunday Writing Prompt #218