Photo Challenge #219 and Wordle #201 – In this thewless world she is in

– Enzzo Barrena

In this thewless world she is in
Moving in a deasil fashion
Might be drab and all the fun shun

Pressurize to take things on chin
No counterweight to balance life
Like being struck with a knife

Envy and corresponding sin
Revolving on this finite world
Problems and stones being hurled

Hard to qualify for a win
Full of challenge and hindrances
With grievances and stresses

With embarrassment and chagrin
She carried on despite hardship
Her dignity being stripped*

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

* Constanza

Credit: Candice of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

For: Photo Challenge #219, Wordle #201 #amwriting #MLMM #Wordleo

Sunday Writing Prompt – Teachers

Teacher Tableau

Once I had a crush
Couldn’t call or tell
I must be fifteen
Our sports teacher
Fiddle thee no harm
Alone I just dream

In dreams, he’s honey
Swoon when he pass by
Tall like a tower
Such a treat I thought
Never late in sports
Always out of breath

And then I grew up
I met other guys
Went to dance and fun
He wasn’t that swell
I’m sure he’s married
My teacher, my crush*

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

* Tableau

For: Sunday Writing Prompt – Teachers,  Wordle 356 Jun 16 by bwarren

Photo Challenge #218 and Wordle #200 – It’s been lost, of course, which is sad

– Duks Visuals

It’s been lost, of course, which is sad
Wanderings and dissolutions
Objurgate for what was done
Decathect for what they have had
Can’t revert to when they’re unhurt
Some possibilities to add
Tangible fears under the sun
It’s been lost, of course, which is sad

It’s been lost, of course, which is sad
The quickening of the pulse rate
Being possessive a bad trait
Arrived in garnet coloured clad
Hoping to enhance in a glance
And all the world around is mad
As the clock strikes after eight
It’s been lost, of course, which is sad*

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

* High Octain

For: Photo Challenge #218,  Wordle #200

100 Word Wednesday: Week 74 – Our lives in prose

Image by Bikurgurl

I spend years breathing and writing
Writing in the spirit of the place
Place on earth that is so sacred
Sacred to me and my neighbour’s grace

In this quiet neighbourhood I grew
Grew up to be prosperous and kind
Kind of digging the past and listening
Listening to lessons, keep them in mind

Bear with us and all our antics
Antics we like, acts we tolerate
Tolerate as we live in peace
Peace, eccentricity, as we await

People come and go
Go to where the wind blows
Blows all the leaves in autumn
Autumn and our lives in prose*

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

* Loop Poetry

For: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 74,  Wordle 355 Jun 9 by bwarren

Sunday Writing Prompt “Collage Prompt #41”

Try and channel your energy
Grab it when you’re given a chance
Life is short, cycle, crawl or dance
Don’t look back for bad memory

Life is a marathon
Not a race
Take it easy
Link the past
And the future
Blast from the past

For now consider your stance
Don’t be lost, be strong and free
And be as busy as a bee
Learning experience to enhance

Smell the flowers
Walk in the rain
Listen to the birds
They’re singing a song
Be gentle
Be true

Maging isa sa mundo
Mabuhay at hayaang mabuhay
(Be one with the world
Live and let live)*

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

* La’libertas

For: Sunday Writing Prompt “Collage Prompt #41”,  Wordle 354 Jun 2 by bwarren

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER – A place so woebegone

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There is a place so woebegone
This particular road and yon
Muted and parched of happiness
And nestled in suburbia
The absence of you and drama
Your acerbic comments and cuss

And thus I miss your behaviour
I really don’t know the answer
Could be deleterious or not
Numerous reasons to forget
But my curiosity to whet
Being with you is rather fraught

And I thought, that road is quite long
Not furlong, but memories lot*

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

* Jeffreys Sonnet

For: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018: WEEK #22,  Wordle #198 #Wordle #MLMM #amwriting

 

Up Around the Corner

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Up around the corner
Crystal bowl from Grandma
At home from Shangri-La
Belongs to us with myrrh
Strips of ivy fir
Close to our hearts we saw

Hiding in the cardboard
Invisible we thought
Skipping through time nought
With black cloth we adored
Laugh we did as we roared
Hoping we won’t get caught

Memories in our hearts
Love that Grandma imparts*

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

* HexSonnetta

For: Sunday Writing Prompt – Select a Heading,  25 May 2018 Friday Fictioneers,  Wordle 353 May 26 by bwarren