Day 7: And Then I Went Too Far

Went too far

Sometimes I tried to goad
And then I went too far
Or until I explode

Until I am disbar
I provoke or I tease
And then I went too far

Keep on buzzing like bees
Keep on hooting like owl
I provoke or I tease

“Keep out of these!” they growl
Can’t help it, I want in
Keep on hooting like owl

Take everything on chin
No boundaries for me
Can’t help it, I want in

“Don’t cross the line,” they plea
Sometimes I tried to goad
No boundaries for me
Or until I explode*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Terzanelle

For: Day 7: And Then I Went Too Far

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Day 6 – While I was pacing the floor

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I pace, I pace until I get
Shadows walk with me till they fade
Keeping the pace in line with thoughts
Between then and now, I’ll get it

Problems, arguments, sometimes dreams
I pace, I pace until I get
Moving to breathe, moving to sigh
Pacing happy thoughts, pacing life

Sometimes tortoises pace with me
Those three tortoises after me
I pace, I pace until I get
Would I be able to solve them?

In the house or out the garden
While dusting or watering plants
My mind so far away from me
I pace, I pace until I get*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Quatern

For: Day 6- While I was pacing the floor

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Day 5 – Finally I Understand

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Photo by Judy McDole ©2017

When I was young, life was a wonderland
Full of mysteries and things to discover
Lots of things I don’t understand

My parents were strict, things were banned
Growing up with trials and errors, so blur
When I was young, life was a wonderland

I made a lot of mistakes, mostly freehand
I learned some of the lessons as they were
Lots of things I don’t understand

Sometimes I said things offhand
To protect myself I needed an armour
When I was young, life was a wonderland

What I believe, I make a stand
As I mature, I’m slightly getting the answer
Lots of things I don’t understand

But of course, my horizon to expand
Now I get it, I’m my own author
When I was young, life was a wonderland
Lots of things I don’t understand*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Villanelle

For: Day 5 – Finally I Understand

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JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Trick and Treat

mama-ghoul

Mama ghoul and her three little kiddies
Went trick and treating at the back alleys
The people were stunned
Mama ghoul got a gun
They got some sweets, they’re such a sleaze

ghoulies

Three Ghoulies standing on the porch
On a blistering pace out they scorched
One was happy two were sad
They want to see their dad
And they forgot to bring their torch

a-witch-prepares

Abracadabra she’s learning her spells
She’s not really good, she usually misspells
She’s got a lot of mishaps
She ends up in a mousetrap
Stuck there for a long time until she smells

ghostly

She was in a forest when two ghosts appeared
They grinned through a jungle of bad facial hair and leered
“Help!” she cried and ran
Until she saw a man in a van
Two ghosts gave up and quickly disappeared

For: his Week’s Challenges: October 15 – 21 (OWPC, WW, JHC)

Day 4: Between the Clouds and the Water

Where is my poetry hiding?
Is it between my heart and soul?
Between the clouds and the water
Between the stormy seas and land
Between love and hate and us
Does it depend on my mood?
My inspiration and what I feel
I have no clue, as the baby cooed

When my heart was broken
I was glad that I could express
What I feel, the hurt, the frustration
Not bottling them inside
Scars still there but getting better
Accepting the fate, learning the lesson
Words just come out of the blue
Forgive and forget, I’m just human

All the places that I have been
All the challenges and hindrances
The food we cook day to day
Flowers in our garden and our pets
Him Indoors, HRH the son and beautiful K
My mother, my siblings and my friends
Any topic, any argument, my outlook
Poetry in motion, as one comprehends

Words come and go, sometimes missing
They come in clusters or indefinable
The thing is, I can’t force them
Like a volcano going to erupt
Or the pressure from the dam
Got to be released somehow
Good or bad, got to be out
And my heart says wow*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The A L’Arora, a form created by Laura Lamarca, consists of 8-lined stanzas. The rhyme scheme for this form is a, b, c, d, e, f, g, f with no syllable count per line. The minimum length for the poem is 4 stanzas with no maximum length stipulation. The A L’Arora is named after Laura Lamarca as “La” is her signature. “Aurora” is Italian and means “dawn” – “Arora” is derived from this. This form is dedicated to Chad Edwards.

For: Day 4: Between the Clouds and the Water

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Ascend – Daily Prompt

Knock, knock, grapes from the vine
Shine a light, make a brine, that’s fine
Making wine as the grapes burst
One way to quench our thirst
Knock, knock, grapes from the vine
Shine a light, make a brine, that’s fine

The nightingales sing on the temple
On top of the apple tree as they circle
Babes in the woods, cooling by the shade
Laughing as they played and swayed
The nightingales sing on the temple
On top of the apple tree as they circle

Putting salt on the grapes, that’s a no
He’s got an afro hair, that’s a whoa
Prickly heat, well, definitely an ouch
Stand straight, don’t slouch
Putting salt on the grapes, that’s a no
He’s got an afro hair, that’s a whoa

Knock, knock are you there?
I’m here sitting on a chair
Ascend the clouds with the bird
What we said can’t be heard
Knock, knock are you there?
I’m here sitting on a chair

For: Ascend

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https://thelonerose.wordpress.com/2017/10/15/compliments/
https://emotionsoflife2016.wordpress.com/2017/10/15/our-nature/
https://anotherglobaleater.wordpress.com/2016/12/20/above-myanmar/
https://fullframeimages.wordpress.com/2017/10/15/ascend/
https://reduxofrex.wordpress.com/2017/10/15/rock-hard-p34-the-aftermath/