The Girl Who Became a Bear

There was a single lady who was drunk
In a blink of an eye she turned to bear
Fear lashed her to frenzy, she’s got no spunk

With sheer force, she snatched a tattered armchair
She spun around and dust was all over
Like she was rooting for something out there

She wanted that things remained as they were
She was happy drinking with all her friends
But then everything turned to be a blur

As a bear, what could she do to make mends?
Could she curve her drinking and be good girl?
Perhaps she amends and start all these trends?

She promised to be good with a sly twirl
Doesn’t want to be a bear forever
Be a lady and time to meet her earl

She has time to think about her future
Could be wonderful and living with flair
As long as the situation can alter

And so the lady waited for some time
As she was and be part of paradigm
There was a single lady who was drunk
Fear lashed her to frenzy, she’s got no spunk*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The Lauranelle, created by Laura Lamarca, is a hybrid (variation) of both the Villanelle and the Terzanelle forms. The poem is 22 lines in length opposed to the 19-line length of the aforementioned classical forms. Lines MUST be 10 syllables in length and also MUST be in iambic pentameter.

Rhyme scheme is as follows: aba bcb cdc ded efe fbf ggA(1)A(2)

Lines 1 and 3 MUST be repeated at Lines 21 and 22.

Poems can either be formatted in stanzas or as a whole piece without line-spacing.

For: Writing Prompt #213 “It’s All in the Title”, Wordle 305 Jun 24 by brenda warren

Walk in the shadow of the night – 100 Word Wednesday: Week 23

Image Credit Jesse Williams

Walk in the shadow of the night in trance
Give me a chance to whisper like a wind
Like I was pinned within touch with romance
At the entrance of the diner with grin
Rancid water ridged with ripples
Touched by angels on the altar
Such a delight when I saw you
Who I knew was my knight
And a miracle so to speak
You kissed my cheek which made it right
Then you ignite like cliff-hanger
Like a myrrh of the night
Hand in hand we wander on the street
In your blue suit and my polka dot dress

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 23, Wordle 303 Jun 10 by brenda warren

Daily Picture Prompt 160 and Wordle #158

Please look at this awestruck background
Desire to be there, I’m astound
Grey clouds in parallel to sea
The gentle slope of the mountain
Snow spill down, that’s for certain
Golem’s truth we tend to agree

We can ski when snow is enough
With my mal de coucou that’s tough
Strong desire to be on my own
Got no nerve to tell the others
Smoke gets in my eyes, such dumpers
They’re all so loud, didn’t want to moan

I’ll atone just to see this place
In this case, the sun has just shone*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* A Jeffreys Sonnet was created by Scott J. Alcorn. It is isosyllabic (only 8 syllable per line), 2 sestets with a cross rhymed couplet (the cross rhyme is in the 2nd to 4th syllable in each of the two lines of the couplet). Also there is a cross rhyme in the first line of the 2nd sestet (between the 2nd to 4th syllable), tying the 1st sestet to the 2nd. So the rhyme scheme would be: aabccb, (b)ddeffe, (e)g (g)e. The letters in ( ) are the cross rhymes.

For: Daily Picture Prompt 160, Wordle #158

With you – Sunday Photo Fiction – June 4th 2017

© C E Ayr

Spare us your mercy, we are in love
Forget the cost of travelling, I’m here
With you, everything is worth it
Just to see your face and with you

The jar might be empty, but we’ll manage
Like flighty birds, we are free to groove
Tough life being separated
One day we will be together

The gift of love forever and ever
We are bound together, that is a sign
Sign that we have to be patient
Some sacrifices are needed

We will make the most of this day
With you the whole world is brilliant*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The Lannet is a form of sonnet.

The Lannet consists of 14 lines – presentation of such piece is to the poet’s preference. There is a strict syllable count of 10 per line. The Lannet has NO END-LINE RHYMING SCHEME. Only internal rhyme is allowed. There is no stipulance of Iambic form, pentameter or tetrameter for a Lannet.

The Lannet form was created by Laura Lamarca.

For: Sunday Photo Fiction – June 4th 2017, Wordle 302 Jun 3 by brenda warren

The Stenham house

The Stenham house was an ancient locked thing and nothing returned there except for crows
The crows kept flying around the house making some harsh caw as the cold air blows
In this house of seclusion an eerie feeling as the willowy tree bows its leaves
There was some sense of foreboding or danger even for thieves
The fog of despair felt if one seeks the beaten track to the house
Still a scaffold was put in front of this ancient locked house
There used to be a tree full of nectarines, the crows ate them
The overgrown grasses serve as ban for the condemn
I used to live there, aware that I’m now just the spirit of an old woman
I was up all night waiting for him, he came, we argued and I was bludgeon
A terrible thing happened there and my blood was everywhere
He ran, left the country and couldn’t be found anywhere
I roam and roam until justice could be done, but to no avail
Just the crows and they’re the only ones who could hear my wail

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

(5) Words: | BLOWING | DANGER | UP | BAN | STILL |

For: First Line Friday 26.05.17, Wordle #157, Weekly Writing Prompt #91

When fish runaway

When fish runaway, I snapped
My breath so cold and blue grass flapped
Overlapping season I crack
With you it’s like seeping white wine
Giving you my all, limb and spine
Rushing to get out of my track
Don’t runaway, lots of stones
Here lies my love, says the gravestone
And all I have is my backpack*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The Nove Otto poetry form was created by Scott J. Alcorn. It is a nine-lined poem with 8 syllables per line (isosyllabic). The rhyme scheme is as follows: aacbbcddc.

For: Writing Prompt #209 “It’s All in the Title”, Wordle 301 May 27 by brenda warren

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