Thursday photo prompt – The tunnel – #writephoto

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In the dead of the night
One can see from its height
Blackbird flaps its wings
It’s been hurt among other things
Its eyes flicker, free, as if to say
When it was hurt, it was an easy prey
Moment to see the light at the end of a tunnel
Time to move on, enough always in a baffle
Arise from a broken life and make it happen
Be brave, it happens only through its own action
As its wings flap downward, feathers mesh together
Finally helping it to fly high and got its own armour

breathe in
don’t drift away
for life is amazing
there’s light at the end of tunnel
hold on

For: Thursday photo prompt – The tunnel – #writephoto

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With you – Sunday Photo Fiction – June 4th 2017

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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.

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

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The Stenham house

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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

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

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

An empty room now

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Roadtrip West” by Natalie Safir: picture, huffing, pursuing, find, traces, full, innocence, confining, marriage, edge, capable, maze

Full of innocence
Finding traces to this maze
Used to be home to others
Together they close their eyes
Pursuing their dream
When they get married
Pictures in the edge
Capable of renovating
Decorating and painting
After some hard work
One day it would be theirs
A place to call their home

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Writespiration #117 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 21, Whirligig 113 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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#SoCS May 20/17 – “all or nothing”

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All or nothing, if I can’t have all of you
Then I’ll have nothing at all
We met, we kissed and made promises
We were on top of the world
No one could reach us
Like being with the stars
Or the seventh heaven
On top of the highest mountain
Ah, that was heaven!
But then out of the blue
You were gone and left me alone
I didn’t want to carry on
Like there was no air to breathe
No sunshine, no breeze, nothing
It went on like that until I realised
I’ve got to live, I’ve got to move on
Slowly, with the help of time, I’m me again
I’m strong, I could do it and you don’t deserve me

 

For: The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 20/17

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Chez Costanzo – Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“Good morning, Mr. Bland, nice to see you again,” greeted Costanzo.

“Good morning, I hope you followed the advice I gave you from my last visit,” said Egon.

“Of course, we did. Come and see,” Costanzo led Egon to the premises.

Egon inspected the area, ticked the ones he thought were an improvement and let Costanzo sign the form informing him that the restaurant has passed the inspection and clear to carry on with the business.

Costanzo was pleased and invited Egon to have a meal on the house. “We just have this freshly caught fish and chef can cook it perfectly!”

For: 19 May 2017 Friday Fictioneers

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First Line Friday 25.04.17

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Three hours into the desert their engine choked and buckled
Rolling dark smoke into the pale blue sky, bamboozled
They tried to call their friend Philip who was out at that moment
They panicked but hope that someone would see them from a distant
They started arguing and blaming each other in this heat
Why have they not followed the map, trying shortcuts and offbeat?
The assessment of their situation was not good, downbeat
They tried to think what they could do, but both of them struggled
They looked at their supplies, got food, drinks and an engine coolant
Then the phone rang, it was Philip and he’s coming, such a feat!*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme, a form created by Laura Lamarca, consisting of one 10-lined stanza. The rhyme scheme for this form is AABBCCCABC and a syllable count of each line is 15.

 

For: First Line Friday 25.04.17