Tuesday Photo Challenge – Play

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We were always there
Come Holy Week or All Saint’s Day
And don’t forget the harvest time
And all the fiestas – they were always fun
All our cousins were there
Tatang’s farm was always open
We all slept together on the floor
Snoring, people talking in their sleeps
Playing till the sun came down
Swimming and splashing in the creek
And Tatang washing his carabao
Fresh unpasteurised milk in the morning
We just poured it with steaming rice
We usually added salt and ate with our hands
And on the way to the creek, we had fruit
Mangoes, lansones, bananas as we picked them
On harvest time it was fun, people singing
Grounding some rice and peanuts and coconuts
We made some nice dish, I forgot what it was called
Perhaps we’d never be all together or experienced the same fun
As we are all over the world and the farm was not there anymore
But we’d always remember the fun we shared
On Tatang’s farm in Culianin, Plaridel, Bulacan

For: Tuesday Photo Challenge – Play

Friday Fictioneers – Rich in music, rich in love

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

ballad over a xylophone
striking a row of wooden bars
like the sound of stringed sitar
he sang in a rich baritone

just like his heart
his voice rich and meaty
singing to his dear
who’s all ears to him
on this serenade
such joy to watch

the xylophone’s sweet melody
with the trombone and tambourine
appreciating music with grin
a night to remember with glee

as we walk
by the silvery moon
we held hands
ah! this is life
rich in music
rich in love

ang kapangyarihan ng pag-ibig
ikaw at ako magpakailanman*

* The power of love
you and me forever

(c) ladyleemanila

For: 29 June 2018 Friday Fictioneers

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Day 23: What is the Message?

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From me (Fire & Spunk Productions)

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Jaguar” by Francisco X. Alarcón: almost, park, people, smelling, fragrance, rumbling, constellations, fur, wild, untamed, spirit, jungle

Don’t kill the messenger
She only brings news
Not to be blamed later
Put yours in her shoes

She only brings news
In the spirit of game
Wild fragrance to choose
Smelling is the same

Not to be blamed later
Rumbling in jungle
People in the acre
Constellations dull

Put yours in her shoes
Almost untamed clues
Never with her argues
She can be your muse*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Quadrilew

For: Day 23: What is the Message? , Whirligig 134

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Music Prompt #4: Lady Antebellum – “You Look Good” #musicprompt

I may not turn heads all day but
I know my worth, give me credit
You can take me to a banquet
I’m beautiful no matter what

In my own way I know I’m good
I can add, deduct and audit
I’m fine, had a happy childhood
I’m beautiful no matter what

Plus I can look after myself
I’m not bad nor am I slut
Read all the books in the bookshelf
I’m beautiful no matter what

I may not turn heads all day but
I’m beautiful no matter what*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* A Kyrielle Sonnet consists of 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming couplet). Just like the traditional Kyrielle poem, the Kyrielle Sonnet also has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet consists of only eight syllables. French poetry forms have a tendency to link back to the beginning of the poem, so common practice is to use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This would also re-enforce the refrain within the poem. Therefore, a good rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet would be:

AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.

 

For: Music Prompt #4: Lady Antebellum – “You Look Good” #musicprompt

Music Prompt #3: “Whiskey in the Jar” sung by Metallica #musicchallenge

One day in a shed, us kids and our Dad’s old brew
Feeling vicarious and smart, though we’re scrawny
Pile it on, pile it on, we shouted, no one disagrees

Beer with mashed potatoes and a wedge of cheese
We talked and talked like witches and their cauldron
One day in a shed, us kids and our Dad’s old brew

With our primitive glee made wild, we’re enjoying this
Loud music coming from the radio, we giggled with our jokes
Feeling vicarious and smart, though we’re scrawny

Friends from the neighbourhood, they’re here, too
More beer, more crisps, Dad’s brew is good
Pile it on, pile it on, we shouted, no one disagrees*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The poem does not have any rhyme scheme; therefore, the layout is simple. Say the first verse has three lines. Line one of verse one becomes the last line of verse two. To follow in suit, the second line of verse one becomes the last line of verse three. The third line of verse one now becomes the last line of verse four, the last stanza of the poem. See the structure example below:

a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

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For: Music Prompt #3: “Whiskey in the Jar” sung by Metallica #musicchallenge , Wordle #154