Thursday photo prompt – The tunnel – #writephoto

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

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Thursday photo prompt: Knock #writephoto

Knock, knock, grapes from the vine
Shine a light, make a brine, that’s fine
Making wine as the grapes burst
One way to quench our thirst
Knock, knock, grapes from the vine
Shine a light, make a brine, that’s fine

The nightingales sing on the temple
On top of the apple tree as they circle
Babes in the woods, cooling by the shade
Laughing as they played and swayed
The nightingales sing on the temple
On top of the apple tree as they circle

Putting salt on the grapes, that’s a no
He’s got an afro hair, that’s a whoa
Prickly heat, well, definitely an ouch
Stand straight, don’t slouch
Putting salt on the grapes, that’s a no
He’s got an afro hair, that’s a whoa

Knock, knock are you there?
I’m here sitting on a chair
Ascend the clouds with the bird
What we said can’t be heard
Knock, knock are you there?
I’m here sitting on a chair

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Thursday photo prompt: Derelict #writephoto

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The tendency of an old house to collapse
Out of warren of walls, roofs and alleys
Tough seeing the neighbourhood with all scraps
Like crushing a vertebra when one sneezes
Uncanny way of a strand as it snaps
Can still catch some of its derelict beauties
Life is not exactly a barrel of laughs
To make reforms, we need money and graphs*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Ottava rima is an old Italian form consisting of multiple stanzas each of eight lines using iambic meter and having the rhyme pattern abababcc.

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Thursday photo prompt – Green #writephoto

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Clothespins on the Line” by Sawnie Morris: scrawny, after, finches, brittle, balanced, hopeful, paintings, daubs, cold, picnic, nails, ancestors

Flocks of tiny finches swoop in to graze
Among the green moss wrapping the tunnel
Like some paintings in the walls daubed for days

Gone were the blooms of rose and brambles
Some ancestors used to have picnics here
Still life could be hopeful and blissful

Balance of nature with some birds and deer
After some time this place became so cold
Occasional tufts of scrawny grass here

A mysterious place as people foretold
And they spread all the stories around
We feel a bit of a chill as we strolled

Such a good place to meditate around
Peace and quiet is all we’re asking for
Such serenity with this place we found

Like ancient history coming this shore
Treating this place with respect as we mull
Its landscape of uneven cliffs and moors

An enigmatic place for all of us
Such a place of history and deftness
Flocks of tiny finches swoop in to graze
Like some paintings in the walls daubed for days*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The Lauranelle, created by Laura Lamarca, is a hybrid (variation) of both the Villanelle and the Terzanelle forms. The poem is 22 lines in length opposed to the 19-line length of the aforementioned classical forms. Lines MUST be 10 syllables in length and also MUST be in iambic pentameter.

Rhyme scheme is as follows: aba bcb cdc ded efe fbf ggA(1)A(2)

Lines 1 and 2 MUST be repeated at Lines 21 and 22.

Poems can either be formatted in stanzas or as a whole piece without line-spacing.

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Thursday photo prompt – Obelisk #writephoto

As the sun sets with a classic golden flame along the shore
Pondering the past, when you only have eyes for me and I you adore
When the thought of you has given my heart that unexplainable feeling
When we thought everything was against us and we said we keep on battling

Proud obelisk always standing there, witness to everything
As the years went through, winter, summer, autumn and spring
The world was rosy and nothing could stop us, so we thought
But the world has turned grey and I was so distraught

It was there when you promised the sun and the moon to me
That promise was broken, what you’ve done, that was very nasty
My scarlet heart bleeds, if only the obelisk could give me a hug
I know somewhere in the universe, you’re there with just a shrug

I saw it at the corner of my eye when we first kiss and that was heaven
I don’t seek revenge for I’m sure there’s a karma with your action
I’m still trying to understand what went through and your betrayal
I’m sure time helps with the healing but for now, I still feel awful

When you wrote a song for me and sang it with your guitar, it was there
I’m walking at the edge of this beautiful landscape saying my prayer
With the golden sunset warming my soul, there’s always hope
I’d be given enough strength, I’d move on, I know I’d be able to cope

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

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Thursday photo prompt – Child – #writephoto

We have good and bad neighbours and we’ve learned to live in close proximity with each other. We’ve moved here 20 years ago, when they first started building our estate. It used to be farm lands. We were the first 50 houses and we’ve seen our children grew up here. Soon the streets were built, more houses and flats, as well as nursery, school, shops and other buildings were constructed.

We used to baby sit for each other. Our children played together. We used to attend summer parties, where we brought food to grill, salads, drinks and children played on the streets. On New Year’s Eve we all watched the fireworks in the park with sekt or sparkling wines to greet the New Year. When we went on holidays, we told our neighbours and they looked after our house, as well as watered our plants and took our letters out of our post-box. We did the same with them.

Our next door neighbour with three kids just sold their house and moved to the next village. A German-Italian family moved in two months ago. They were nice but somehow they were not the same. We miss our old next-door neighbours.

 

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Thursday photo prompt – Shore #writephoto

the shore that calls me home
big waves splashing
free as a bird to roam
free for my angling

big waves splashing
the children having fun
palm trees swaying
picnics with shining sun

free as a bird to roam
sundown at the sea
before we say shalom
the time we agree

free for my angling
sultry air caressing
see what this day brings
we go through life with zing*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Created by C. G. V. Lewis, the Quadrilew is a form of quatrain poem with an abab rhyming scheme, repeating lines, and contains an alternating syllable structure.

In the first verse, the poet may either start with a five or six syllable line. If the choice is five then the ‘sounding’ syllable count is (and opposite if the count is six):

VERSE ONE,
Line 1, 5 syllables.
Line 2, 6 syllables.
Line 3, 5 syllables.
Line 4, 6 syllables.

VERSE TWO,
Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 2 of the FIRST verse) has 6 syllables.
Line 2 new line of 5 syllables
Line 3 new line of 6 syllables
Line 4 new line of 5 syllables.

VERSE THREE,
Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 3 of the first verse) has 5 syllables.
Line 2 new line of 6 syllables.
Line 3 new line of 5 syllables.
Line 4 new line of 6 syllables.

VERSE FOUR,
Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 4 of the first verse) has 6 syllables.
Line 2 new line of 5 syllables.
Line 3 new line of 6 syllables.
Line 4 new line of 5 syllables.

If the first line of verse one has 6 syllables then the pattern is
Verse 1, 6565,
Verse 2, 5656,
Verse 3, 6565,
Verse 4 5656: (the rhyme pattern still being abab.)

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