Tale Weaver # 131 – 10th August 2017 – Birth

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I am the second child of my parents
Parents were lovely and not so strict

The son was premature, when he was born
Born in the month of May in the morn

I’m a Sagittarius woman
Woman of fire and air
Air as I love to travel
Travel to different places

My birthday is in December
December ten and I’m an archer

I was born in Manila
Manila is the capital of the Philippines

Philippines is such a lovely country
Country with 7,100 islands
Islands big and small, far and wide
Wide awake to see all the nature

I’m a Filipino by birth
Birth, bred and I know my worth

So for my birthday, I’d travel
To different places while I’m able*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Loop Poetry is a poetry form created by Hellon. There are no restrictions on the number of stanzas nor on the syllable count for each line. In each stanza, the last word of the first line becomes the first word of line two, last word of line 2 becomes the first word of line 3, last word of line 3 becomes the first word of line 4. This is followed for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is abcb.

Variations:

1. Stanzas, writers choice on the number, no rhyming, the last word, first word scheme is maintained.

2. One long stanza, no limit on number of lines, no rhyming scheme, the last word, first word scheme is maintained.

3. Couplets mixed with 4 line stanzas, the last word, first word scheme is maintained in the stanzas. It can also be used in the couplets. Rhyme scheme is ab, cc, defg, hh, ii, jklm, nn, oo.

For: Tale Weaver # 131 – 10th August 2017 – Birth

Tale Weaver #129 July 27th – Kiss

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My last kiss, I was in paradise
His scents comparable to an all-spice
Short and sweet, like I was in a pyre
Similar to a cat, I thought I even purred
Kept me high, alike a kite in the sky
He was my own personal samurai
Kept me alive, he kept saying my name
I held onto his arms and I was still aflame
Hundreds of fish in the sea, he chose me
I was feeling lightheaded and so bouncy
Promise, I won’t kick him out my door
Because I want to kiss some more
Feeling ever so humble
But can’t help but babble

For: Tale Weaver #129 July 27th – Kiss

Tale Weaver #126 – Death – 29/6/17

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That was the world that never was
They knew it wouldn’t work because
It was too late and all the clause
Forget the flaws, forget the flaws

They were both in heaven at first
Have each other quenching their thirst
They went through some storms and cloudburst
And they were cursed, and they were cursed

The death of “them” and so be it
Not meant to relish the moonlit
Trust was broken so they quit
Thus they admit, thus they admit*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The monotetra is a new poetic form developed by Michael Walker. Each stanza contains four lines in monorhyme. Each line is in tetrameter (four metrical feet) for a total of eight syllables. What makes the monotetra so powerful as a poetic form, is that the last line contains two metrical feet, repeated. It can have as few as one or two stanzas, or as many as desired.

Stanza Structure:

Line 1: 8 syllables; A1
Line 2: 8 syllables; A2
Line 3: 8 syllables; A3
Line 4: 4 syllables, repeated; A4, A4

For: Tale Weaver #126 – Death – 29/6/17

Tale Weaver 118 – 4th May – Sunrise

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New day has arrived
The sun is rising up
Had waffles with syrup
Black coffee so I thrived
Don’t let dry wood get rived
As the horses gallop

New possibilities
New hope so we can cope
I like a darker taupe
I like this morning’s breeze
As well as ham and cheese
Don’t know my horoscope

Looking forward today
A date in a cafe*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The HexSonnetta, created by Andrea Dietrich, consists of two six-line stanzas and a finishing rhyming couplet with the following set of rules:

Meter: Iambic Trimeter
Rhyme Scheme: a/bb/aa/b c/dd/cc/d ee

 

For: Tale Weaver 118 – 4th May – Sunrise

Tale Weaver #117: Observations 27.04.17

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“Be safe, Ate (big sister) and send us some chocolates!” and they were all standing there – my parents, my siblings, cousins and friends, waving me goodbye in the busy Manila International Airport. It was buzzing with activity; people were coming and going, full of excitement and anticipation, the voice on the public address system announcing that flight 112 is now boarding at gate 10 or calling for someone to go to the nearest courtesy phone. My heart skipped a beat and with a heavy sigh and trepidation, I looked back one last time before I proceeded to the check-in counter. I was 22, armed with a degree in Chemistry, enthusiastic to see what’s on the other side of the world, eager to find some adventure – my very own Wonderland.

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How was it possible that she ended up here? She was so careful, followed the rules and took no risks whatsoever.

Pauline was looking forward to her holiday to Istanbul with her friend Janina. They seldom see each other and this holiday was planned for a long time. Janina booked her flight from Manchester and agreed to fly to London first so she could spend some time with Pauline before their flight to Istanbul. While they were packing their bags, Janina suggested they mix their stuff and bags in case some bags were lost or delayed, they’ve got at least some clothes from the other bag. Pauline agreed and packed their stuff.

At Istanbul airport, Pauline was surprised when the Customs asked her to open her suitcase. They checked it and took out Janina’s jewellery box. They asked her a lot of questions and she said it wasn’t hers, it’s her friend’s. They found some drugs hidden in it. By that time, Janina was nowhere to be found. And Pauline was arrested for a crime she didn’t commit. How could she ended up in Istanbul prison? What kind of a friend was Janina? How could she ever get out of this nightmare?

She was about to board the plane, close to tears and confused. He had brought her to the airport and the goodbye was not easy. They were only friends, but it felt like so much more. She knew what she felt for him but she also knew it would not be possible. He had only just lost his wife 10 months ago and was still grieving. Although there was some kind of chemistry between them, it could just not be. Probably she made it all up. But what if there was more? What if there was love? Would it be possible? She would never find out if she would set foot on the plane which was due to take her back to the other side of this planet.

They met at a dance. It was for the monarch’s reception of all expats working in Bangkok. Jessamine was wearing a cream gown with orange bow at the waist. She looked tantalisingly beautiful. That was the first time George saw her. He was wearing a dark blue suit with his grandfather’s pocket watch inside his vest. They danced and talked most of the night and found a lot of things in common. They went to the garden and enjoyed the fragrant flowers, quite oblivious to the rest of the party.

They met two days after for a coffee and became friends. They enjoyed each other’s company. Jessamine works at the British Consulate and was posted in Bangkok for 6 months. George has his own business there. His wife died 10 months ago and was still grieving. But then, Jessamine was falling for George. She had to pinch herself to remind herself that what she was feeling might not be the same for him. She was culpable for letting herself fall for him. She closed her eyes, applied some pressure to the eyeballs that produced phosphenes. Such luminous image. She knew then that she had to let him take his time to grieve. Perhaps one day…

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It was the day of the travel. All suitcases were packed. “Passports, tickets, money,” Dad double checked everything. He had a list of things to do before leaving the house – lock the doors, unplug everything, leave keys to the neighbour. He ticked them as he went through them. Off they drove to the airport. They parked their car in the long-term parking lot.

The queue was long, people were coming and going. “Mum, I’ve got to go to the loo,” said Jamie. Dad took him there so they lost their place. This checking in proved to be so stressful!

 

For: Tale Weaver #117: Observations 27.04.17

Tale Weaver 116 – The Moon

Tale Weaver 116 – The Moon

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sleeplessly embracing you
and I am a female rebel
bedding with you, sticking like glue
you’ve got me under your spell
you and me, no one can foretell
no need for each other to woo

butterflies as well as needles
hunger of the pine tree, that’s it
raspberries and fruits of brambles
we’ll take it easy, never quit
walking hand in hand by moonlit
telling each other sweet babbles

For: Tale Weaver 116 – The Moon

O is for Octameter

O is for Octameter

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Octameter, created by Shelley A. Cephas, is a poem made up of 16 lines divided into two stanzas of 8 lines each. Each line has a syllable count of 5. The set rhyme scheme is: a/b/c/d/e/d/f/d g/h/c/g/i/g/d/d.

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Happy Unbirthday!

To me with such cheer

You’re all invited

Come with a plus one

Here in our garden

We’ll have lots of fun

No need to bring gifts

We’ll have a good run

We’re having a grill

Sausages and fish

Salad, fruit and spud

Lots of drinks all chill

Live band if you like

Gives us all the thrill

Lucky with the sun

Come all, no question!

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Tale Weaver #115: unbirthdays 13.04.17, #AtoZChallenge – 4-18-2017 – Letter O , eighteenth day of NaPoWriMo

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