On this cold morning the ghost came

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

On this cold morning the ghost came
Buried his gold on soil
I pinched myself on who’s to blame
At any rate, such spoil
Icicles were formed overnight
And so cold it gave me a fright
Icicles were formed
Icicles were formed
When snow is melted by sunlight

On this cold morning the ghost came
Leaving some weird feeling
Inside we were playing some game
And the baby’s babbling
What could we do when it’s so cold?
And we have time to look for gold
What could we do?
What could we do?
Don’t be silly, my Mum scold

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: 8 December 2017 Friday Fictioneers, Weekly Writing Prompt #118


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(5) Words: | GHOST | PINCH | RATE | GOLD | BURY |


24 November 2017 – Behind doors in Shadorma

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Some old things
Hidden behind closed door
Unused clock
Some baskets
One day we’ll clear them all up
If we find some time

To put them away
Rags and box
We forget when we don’t see
Clutters of the house

Why oh why?
Do we keep them here?
Of the past?
Hope the memories stay
Things that used to be

Never be
To bring the past back
No matter
What we keep
What is important is now
Prepare for future

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: 24 November 2017 Friday Fictioneers


City life in shadorma

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

Middle of city
Fun to work
Fun to shop
If only we could afford
Such is city life

Gloomy grey sky
Heavy clouds
Rush to work
Claustrophobia on the streets
Ticking of the clock

With high heels
Some business meetings
Men in suits
Cocktail drinks and hors d’oeuvre
Fast cars and fast world

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: 10 November 2017 Friday Fictioneers, Shadorma November: 8 of 30


Vessel of faith and hope

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Anne Frank Huis” by Andrew Motion: twice, bookcase, slides, fear, stroke, guarded, whispering, displayed, stoop, enduring, barge, canal

Vessel of whispering
Enduring guarded fear
Displayed in the bookcase
All these vases in place
Stroke twice for good luck
Remember the barrack

Vessel of faith and hope
Always so we could cope
Stooping to find some ways
Praise so our spirit raise
From a barge on canal
Love and respect we shall

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: 3 November 2017 Friday Fictioneers, Whirligig 136

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Journey of life

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Image Credit Heather Sanders

Journey of life, not always smooth sailing
Rough ways, getting lost and other set-backs
Can’t stand still as the sky might fall
After the rain we see flowers blooming
The daffodils, bluebells and lilacs
We go through life, don’t have to look for cure-all

A vicious cycle that keeps on repeating itself
Do we go with the waves or find another way?
Do we weep for lost dream or create new one?
Whatever we do, we’re responsible for ourselves
Be they bright or grey, be swayed and find our way
Life is brilliant, don’t give up and let’s have fun

For: 27 October 2017 Friday Fictioneers, 100 Word Wednesday: Week 42


Old oak tree

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Old oak tree in our garden
Garden of fun until we are old
Contest of who can climb the highest
Highest climber wins the contest
Fairies and goblins live in the tree
Tree full of apples as well as fairies

Childhood memories always fun
Fun reminiscing our childhood
Round and round we sing and dance
Dance merrily as we go round and round
Best and worst of times, made us who we are
Are we proud of ourselves for doing our best?*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The Mirror Sestet

For: 20 October 2017 Friday Fictioneers, Day 18: Everyone Went on Eating

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PHOTO POMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

first thing in the morning I hear
tweet that gives cheer
time for his feed
then to be freed

happy to be flying around
glad for the sound
my companion
we have such fun

sometimes he sits on my shoulder
then we amble
around village
over the bridge*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff

For: 13 October 2017 Friday Fictioneers