Prompt 93 – Finding Peace

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Finding my peace
Got to remain as one piece
It’s inside me
The key is being free
No pressure
It’s normal to err
With pure heart
That’s a good start
Count my blessing
Every day I could sing
Accept what life brings
Do my best, on what springs

The oasis of serenity
When everything’s at peace
When I can breathe again
The joy of being here
The freedom I feel
Of love and happiness

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

 

For: Prompt 93 – Finding Peace

Share Your World – 2016 Week 1

As a child, who was your favourite relative?
My Grandad “Tatay”on my mother’s side! He was a very intelligent man, always with a book on his hand. I remembered doing some crossword puzzles with him. And he always wrote the meanings of the words he didn’t know on the book with a pencil. I used to spend summer holidays with him and Granny “Nanay”. They called each other “Dear”, so sweet! Sadly, my Grandad died when I was 12 and I miss him so. Granny followed 6 months after him, perhaps from a broken heart.

If you could be a tree or plant, what would you be?
A coconut tree! I can give you shade from the sun, give you the coconut to eat and drink its water, too.

What would be your preference, awake before dawn or awake before noon?
Awake before dawn, I’m a morning person and usually very active in the morning. I wait for the sunrise and sometime during the day, have a nap (after lunch).

Would you like to sleep in a human size nest in a tree or be snuggled in a burrowed spot underground?
A human size nest in a tree, then I can be the queen of the jungle! I’m claustrophobic so I can’t be underground.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
“La Boheme” is tomorrow and we’re looking forward to see/hear it. Him Indoors and I are going to have an early dinner somewhere posh, then go to the opera. I’m wearing my new red dress!
Next week is back to normal routine for us, I don’t really mind. I had a wonderful Christmas holidays. Here’s wishing you all a fun and prosperous new year!

For: Share Your World

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First Snow

The Shadorma is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). The form is alleged to have originated in Spain. Each stanza has a syllable count of three syllables in the first line, five syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third and fourth lines, seven syllables in the fifth line, and five syllables in the sixth line (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables. A poem may consist of one stanza, or an unlimited number of stanzas (a series of shadormas).

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fresh snow
I was twenty-three
ecstatic
full of joy
seeing snow for the first time
I tried to taste it

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Shadorma – January 2, 2016

My Holiday by Robert William Service

I love the cheery bustle
Of children round the house,
The tidy maids a-hustle,
The chatter of my spouse;
The laughter and the singing,
The joy on every face:
With frequent laughter ringing,
O, Home’s a happy place!

Aye, Home’s a bit of heaven;
I love it every day;
My line-up of eleven
Combine to make it gay;
Yet when in June they’re leaving
For Sandport by the sea,
By rights I should be grieving,
But gosh! I just fell free.

I’m left with parting kisses,
The guardian of the house;
The romp, it’s true, one misses,
I’m quiet as a mouse.
In carpet slippers stealing
From room to room alone
I get the strangest feeling
The place is all my own.

It seems to nestle near me,
It whispers in my ear;
My books and pictures cheer me,
Hearth never was so dear.
In peace profound I lap me,
I take no stock of time,
And from the dreams that hap me,
I make (like this) a rhyme.

Oh, I’m ashamed of saying
(And think it’s mean of me),
That when the kids are staying
At Sandspot on the sea,
And I evoke them clearly
Disporting in the spray,
I love them still more dearly
Because . . . they’re far away.

 

For: #BeWoW

First Date

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Copyright Jean L. Hays

He arrived 10 minutes earlier, excited and worried at the same time. Mark said he might like her, his colleague from Purchasing. He said he’d have a go. And why not? It has been three years since the divorce and he thinks he’s ready to date again. He was having his cappuccino when she arrived. She’s beautiful, with brown wavy hair and a simple black dress. They greeted each other and she ordered her Latte. Their small talk went well. He likes the way she talks with a slight American accent, she likes his gentle manners. They agreed to meet again.

For: Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Great Grandma

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(Awarded 1st Place) Great Grandmother by SFC Lance Widner – Division 1 (Active Duty Military) CC BY 2.0

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Ghazal for White Hen Pantry” by Jamila Woods: brown, friends, white, palm, born, burnt, consonants, windows, unmarked, sins, paint, pantry

In her palm a new born baby
Unmarked by sins and consonants
Great Grandma smiling with glee
She can see the family semblance

Outside the windows friends waving
In the pantry some flours were taken
The can see Great Grandma blooming
And Dad beams with pride with his apron

Baking brown bread but they got burnt
The children tried to help but were too late
Never mind everything can be relearnt
The main thing is they’re all feeling great

For: Photo Challenge #92 December 22, 2015 and Whirligig 38 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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