Writing Prompt, April 23rd – Dialogue pairing

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William Shakespeare meets Snoop Catty at one of the Oscar’s After Party. William Shakespeare didn’t win the Best Supporting Actor award and he wasn’t pleased.

“Hi, wuz up, I’m Snoop Catty, Ca-awww-ahhhh-attt , Ca-ah-ca-ca-cah“ introduced Snoop to William. Snoop is wearing his rap gear and glasses.

“Snoop Catty, I’m William. What’s in a name you asked? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” William, in his Elizabethan outfit, trying to be friendly, just to take his mind off not winning.

They mingled with other guests. We can hear snippets of their conversation.

“Snoop Catty Catt, funky, yes but of the Cat. I went solo on that ass, but it’s still the same. So I ain’t holdin nuttin back.” said Snoop as he eats the entrees and drinks wine.

William added with his glass of wine: “If music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it; that surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die.”

“Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don’t lose your grip nine-trizzay’s the yizzear for me to fuck up shit,” Snoop being brave, as he leads William to the main course table.

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day,” William getting somewhere with the conversation, while eating some chicken and pie.

And so Snoop carried on: “Robbin motherfuckers then I kill dem blood claats, then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog cuz I’m Snoop Catty (who?) Catty (what?) Catty (Catt)]”

William finished the sentence with this as they were having dessert: “To be, or not to be, that is the question: whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. It was a pleasure meeting you Snoop.”

“Anytime, Will. Snoop Catty’s Catt here, man, “and he’s off for a cigarette in the garden.

 

For: Writing Prompt, April 23rd – Dialogue pairing

Dear Death

Dear Death

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Listen, I know I’ve reached my turn
Time is not on my side as I scrape by
I’ve tasted life and played my nocturne

I sigh at the barriers and concern
I follow the breeze and say bye
Listen, I know I’ve reached my turn

Sometimes stones are too big but I learn
Hurt by nails and betrayal and I cry
I’ve tasted life and played my nocturne

Tried to stand as tall as trunk with fern
When there’s pain, I know time passes by
Listen, I know I’ve reached my turn

Perhaps I’ve done things that will me burn
Sometimes I’ve blamed you for my loss and I cry
I’ve tasted life and played my nocturne

Give me another chance, your offer I spurn
I still got things to do, I don’t want yet to die
Listen, I know I’ve reached my turn
I’ve tasted life and played my nocturne*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

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* A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.

The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).

One of the most famous Villanelle is “Do not go Gentle into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas.

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For: Writing Prompt #203 “Letters to Death”, Sunday Photo Fiction – April 16th 2017, Wordle 295 Apr 15 by Brenda Warren , April PAD Challenge: Day 16, Day Sixteen of NaPoWriMo

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Writing Prompt #56 – Favourite thing about spring

Writing Prompt #56 – Favourite thing about spring

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See the flowers bloom
Get rid of the gloom
Our days are getting longer
Warblers are singing
And we’re out biking
And the sky, is it clearer?
Tortoises are out
They’re walking about
Crocuses and daffodils
Tulips and snowdrops
Garden as backdrops
Spring’s here

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Oh what a night when you were there
Loud rap music was such a blare
People were coming and going
Singing and dancing with spring

You were a dream and I love it
Hand in hand we walked by moonlit
I don’t know if it’s just a fling
Singing and dancing with spring

Time seemed to be never-ending
We talked and we kept on swaying
Made me laugh and I was beaming
Singing and dancing with spring

Dancing is one way to lose weight
Who knows one day I’d be lightweight
It also keeps me from ageing
Singing and dancing with spring

 

For: Writing Prompt #56 – Favourite thing about spring

Writing Prompt April 9th – Lists

Writing Prompt April 9th – Lists

Here is my list of people who have inspired me :

Him Indoors – his sense of humour is to die for. I love him to the moon and back and he inspires me to reach the highest star, climb the highest mountain and swim the deepest sea.

My Dad – his high regard of responsibility, generosity and kindness inspired me. I still miss him.

My Mum – her fun and closeness to family makes me love her more. Wish she’ll be with us for many years more.

HRH the son – ah, our pride and joy. His being so cool and takes his own time inspires me.

Jose Rizal – our national hero. His novels and the way he inspired people to fight for freedom is number one on my list.

I’m going to have a dinner party and these are the people I’m planning to invite:

Beethoven and Mozart – they will provide the music, alternately, complete with orchestra or string quartet

Jamie Oliver and my Dad – Jamie will cook our five-course meal, while my Dad will be the sous-chef. My Dad would love that!

Gandhi, Martin Luther King and Ninoy Aquino – would be great to have them discuss about freedom, democracy and how to be patient

William Shakespeare and Jane Austen – William will write me a sonnet while Jane and I talk about our Mr. Darcy

Morecambe and Wise – they’ll provide the comic double act

For: Writing Prompt April 9th – Lists, Tell Me Something Good #53

The girl and the invisible door

The girl and the invisible door

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “A Song for Soweto” by June Jordan: throat, claw, shred, tongue, sing, cry, crawling, homeland, swallow, spirit, erase, stay

The girl and the invisible door
Waiting to be with her amour

She sings and cries her heart out
Erasing what happened no doubt

In the spirit of her homeland
When they’re together it’s grand

Shredding her vanity with passion
Like she was in heaven

Swallowing her pride to stay
She doesn’t want to be away

Her fingers clawed at the air
Something that’s fair and square

In her tongue-in-cheek humour
That’s always full of her allure

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Writing Prompt #202 “It’s All in the Title”, Whirligig 105 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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I Want Your Smiles – #weeklysmile Reminder 62

I Want Your Smiles – #weeklysmile Reminder 62

Hello everyone! I miss you all! Just got back from my three-week holiday and I had great fun visiting my mother and meeting some friends and relatives, swimming in the ocean, eating halo-halo and other Filipino food. I went to Batanes with my mother for 5 days and toured around the island. It is the northernmost province in the country, and also the smallest, both in population and land area.

Tried their water sandals, pretty cool!

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Halo-halo, fish and other Filipino food with rice everyday!

My smile – being able to see my mother, had fun being home again and eating some of my favourite food and able to go around some islands.

Have a great week everyone!

For: I Want Your Smiles – #weeklysmile Reminder 62. Also for: Writing Prompt #42 – Last holiday

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Playgroup, school, he’s our khan – Writing Prompt, 5th February – Villanelle

Playgroup, school, he’s our khan – Writing Prompt, 5th February – Villanelle

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He came, we had fun and he’s gone
Years of waiting and he was here
Playgroup, school, he’s our khan

We used to bake cake and scone
He played football, too and we cheer
He came, we had fun and he’s gone

He loved dönner kebab and prawn
He played music for us to hear
Playgroup, school, he’s our khan

His friends came and they’re up till dawn
“Don’t worry Mum, I don’t drink beer”
He came, we had fun and he’s gone

He gained his muscle, strength and brawn
He played, too a part in Shakespeare
Playgroup, school, he’s our khan

Eighteen years later and he’s gone
We enjoyed the time he was here
He came, we had fun and he’s gone
Playgroup, school, he’s our khan

For: Writing Prompt, 5th February – Villanelle, you should try it, once!