All that lies broken

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All that lies broken
Assault of senses
Last night at the bar
Puppet falling down
Deep into his seat
In this case, breakdown
Running through his life
Sailing through Chinatown

Friends nudge each other
Affording nothing
Wallet left ajar
He said things in slur
Betrayal so deep
Without his armour
Trying to be clown
Went to sea and drown*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Octameter

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For: Sunday Writing Prompt #232 “It’s All In The Title”, Wordle 329 Dec 9 by brenda warren

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Music Prompt #17: “100x” by Tegan and Sara #musichallenge #music #amwriting

I wish I could escape from this
That I cannot get you out of my mind
If only the circumstances are different
Heard this song, you I know I miss

Miss your sound, I wish to push out
Out of my mind, out of my being, too
Thank you for the memories, I know you exist
We’re not meant to be, that’s about

About the party we have been
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink
We drove to places where voted some of the best
Not late, parallel lives begin

Begin the healing, forgiving
When trust was broken, that was about it
Forgiven but not forgotten
Cannot get it out, the sting

Sting in the tail, so goodbye
Learn the lesson and time to move on, too
No regrets, we always say, best to part our ways
We’re not meant to be, you and I*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* RemyLa Rhyme Form

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For: Music Prompt #17: “100x” by Tegan and Sara #musichallenge #music #amwriting, Wordle 328 Dec 2 by brenda warren

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A Month with Yeats: Day Nineteen

from ‘The Valley of the Black Pig’.

‘We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore,
The grey cairn on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew,
Being weary of the world’s empires, bow down to you,
Master of the still stars and of the flaming door.’—W.B. Yeats

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As we relish the thought of the unknown
Fly me to the moon and shimmy with stars
Try to stab the sword into the stone

Strap the monkey like some avatars
Kiss the crime goodbye and merge with the flow
Hurtle ourselves to the cries of centaurs

As we dream of stars and their afterglow
The flame of the sun some distant away
I call your name and bounce back like echo

Gaseous layers to form some nebulae
Swirling dust clouds that’s something to observe
Left in an island like some castaway

The sting of betrayal I don’t deserve
Chop the happiness and the trust I gave
And to think I gave him all, what a nerve

What’s left for me to do is to be brave
And continue with my own repertoires
I can’t be in his memory a slave

As I walk the shore on this cloudy day
I glided out to the sea andante
As we relish the thought of the unknown
Try to stab the sword into the stone*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Lauranelle

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For: A Month with Yeats: Day Nineteen, Wordle 326 Nov 19 by brenda warren , Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #19

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A Month with Yeats: Day Twelve

Today’s quote from the poetry of W.B. Yeats is taken from ‘The Rose of the World’.

‘He made the world to be a grassy road
Before her wandering feet.’

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A taunting mission as we wander
In fields of poppies in acres
Of disbelief as we slide in dirt
Carrying on even though we’re hurt
As we test the lessons learned in war
Some chapters in our memoir
Paying tribute to those who fought for us
With roses and lavenders as plus
What is clear is forgiveness and not fury
We are all free that is the key
As we bow our heads on grassy fields
Men and women fighting in battlefields

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

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For: A Month with Yeats: Day Twelve, Wordle 325 Nov 11 by brenda warren , Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #12

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A month with Yeats: Day Six

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‘Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven’
from The Cold Heaven, by W.B. Yeats

When a child bellowed in agony
And the sky so grey and misty
Do we deny him of our smile?
Do we take his mind off it for a while?
Do we weave him a story of blossom?
Keep him company so he’s not lonesome
Riddled with faith or fate, heaven or hell
Move not as an elephant but as a gazelle
And in a sly way, the misery was dropped
Rain-sodden to sun-kissed place swapped
Cold injustice and decline of humankind
Social inequality and all things combined

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

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For: A month with Yeats: Day Six, Wordle 324 Nov 5 by brenda warren , Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #6

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Day 29: Breathtaking

A mist in the sky and I sigh
A breath taking sight so far
A walk by the shore I can’t deny

Mimic of the chime like a spy
Golden pebble by the sandbar
A mist in the sky and I sigh

To feel limber, stretching to try
Swaying of the pine leaves that’s afar
A walk by the shore I can’t deny

The wonderful kiss by my guy
Worldly wisdom signals the savoir
A mist in the sky and I sigh

Seeing the Taj Mahal I cry
Eiffel Tower and the Grand Bazaar
A walk by the shore I can’t deny

The Zugspitze, wish I could fly
Experience to share for my memoir
A mist in the sky and I sigh
A walk by the shore I can’t deny*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Villanelle

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For: Day 29: Breathtaking , Wordle 323 Oct 29 by brenda warren

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I was blind to know the real you

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I was blind to know the real you
Dream in the middle of the road
And it was such a drizzling day
I didn’t see what was coming

Two of us in sticky state
I was blind to know the real you
Thought you were my king, I was wrong
A bus was coming from the hill

Still don’t know why you’ve done it
All the while happy in the mill
I was blind to know the real you
Until the bus nearly hit me

Shock was real, glad to be alive
I knew there’s still a second chance
Learn my lesson, time to move on
I was blind to know the real you*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Quatern

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For: Sunday Photo Fiction – October 22nd 2017, Wordle 322 Oct 22 by brenda warren

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