#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 277: #Tastetherainbow-Colour Poetry.

© Colleen Chesebro.

Colleen is here with her prompt she said : “Hello everyone. Happy June and Pride Month! This week, choose a syllabic form and a colour to feature in your poem. If the form is from the #TankaTuesday cheat sheet, let us know so we know where to look for directions. If it’s a new form, share how to write it and where you found the instructions. Think about the different ways you can use colour in a poem.”

© willowdot21 .

I have chosen a Sijo this week . Which is a Korean form believed to have first been used in the fourteenth century. It is similar in structure to various Japanese forms such as Haiku. As with many forms of poetry, the Sijo became a preferred poetry form of the yangban or ruling class as well as royalty. They were written in Chinese and were originally short songs set to music. The focus of the Sijo is usually nature and contemplation.

There are: Three Lines
14-16 syllables per line
A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.

.© willowdot21. Rainbow 🌈 cake.

So many layers of colour to the cake a profusion of love
Pride has more than one meaning, though all of them are valid
Whichever tune you march to be true to each other always

35 Words
46 Syllables.

🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈.

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #9. Use HIGH SCHOOL as your inspiration this week.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Challenge Image
Ronovanwrite’s Sijo.

Ron has set a difficult prompt this week . Well it’s difficult for me because I never graduated, in fact here’s the truth I never took any exam qualifications. No O or A levels, as they were in my day, I never went to university or college so I really am in the dark. However all three of our boys have graduated and so their University Graduations are what I have based my Sijo on. I have written two .

©suevincent.

Graduation

Pride is palpable holding our breath, our fledgings ready to fly.
Years of learning from the good, bad and mediocre
They are on the edge of the future God willing they may keep the spark.

35 words
46 syllables.

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Graduation

Dreadlocks and piercings gone, new beginning in cap and gown.
No flounces for middle lad but his diplomas just as worthy.
Youngest dressed up to receive his papers first steps for them all.

33 words
45 syllables.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY SIJO CHALLENGE.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 83: (PRIDE) in the C rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

Thoughts spiral like demons on wings
Drowning in confusion I fall
No one listening to my call
Cought in the maddnes my brain stings.
Caught in the fear this harsh life brings.
Your strong words blow me apart, wide.
Can’t fight anymore, I’ve no pride.
Beaten me down, I’ve lost my soul.
You ripped it out and ate it whole.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge.

Just saying 2.

Dean Gold swimming
Scott Silver swimming
Women’s Gymnastics team bronze.
Bronze Dressage Charlotte Dujardin
Triathlon Silver Gorgia Taylor
Brown .
Bianca Walkden Bronze in taekwondo

🥇🥈🥉🥉🥉🥉

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 368 GOLD and Swim.

ok so it’s not a real Haiku but you can allow me a little swagger! .

image from The independent

in the swim of things
who would of thought we’d get gold.
Adam Peaty Yea!

🥇🥇🥇🥇

Introducing my great niece Saffron Collins.

Right guys this is a bit of a departure for me but family pride strikes again. This young talented lady is my great niece Saffron Collins. Great niece as in my nephew’s daughter, that said she is a great artist. The top videos is one of her songs from two years ago.

Saffron is a songwriter, musician, arranger and producer.. Those of you who know me will know why she reminds me of my favourite Imogen Heap… not necessarily sound wise but definitely talent wise. Saffron spent most of her school life and early musical career in the U.A.E. making her mark on the local scene in Dubai and Abu Dhabi. Well the family are back in the UK. This post is to showcase her latest E.P. Album below. Good luck Saffron. Give it a go I hope you like it 💜

check her out here ,

As her dad says : “Saffron was A-Z music, lyrics, production, mastering…. really proud of her ability to create. As a music fan I love them all…. no cookie cutter sound!” And I agree with him 💜

TUESDAY USE IT IN A SENTENCE

Tuesday Use It In A Sentence – Pride

October 27, 2015

Pride rushed in and fell flat on it’s face.
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#tuesdayuseitinasentence
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Here are the prompt rules:

  1. Make a sentence with the word of the week. Leave it as just a sentence or write a post to go with it.
  2. Try to do it on Tuesday.
  3. Include the hashtag #tuesdayuseitinasentence.
  4. Post it on Twitter and/or Facebook (if you have a public site) and/or Pinterest and/or WordPress and/or any other social media site you belong to.
  5. Participate as many times as you’d like. You can write a different sentence for each platform, but please keep it to one sentence per post.
  6. Linda  will be trolling Twitter for the hashtag, so watch my Twitter feed in the sidebar for retweets. Make sure to connect on Twitter with other participants!
  7. If you post your sentence here on WordPress or on any other site where there’s a clickable link, include the link in the comment section for this week.
  8. Google #tuesdayuseitinasentence to find other participants! The more you connect, the bigger it gets and the more views and followers you’ll have.
  9. Have fun!

The Red Ballet Shoes

Sad Orphan

Poor, poor Karen sat and cried,

She had been left alone in the world her poor mother had died.

Don’t you cry, said the rich lady. I’ll care for you my child

You will not want for anything she said and   smiled..

So from a humble beginnings  Karen grew to expect the best,

The finest toys and clothes, this young fared better  than  the rest.

As the years went by the rich lady made sure she was schooled well she was an uncommon beauty, she stood out in a crowd,

Lovely to look at  but she had a cold heart and she was very proud.

One day Karen was out with her benefactor

They past a special shop frequented mostly by dancers and actors.

She spied some red ballet shoes the like she’d never seen,

Oh! she thought if only she had them she could be a queen

The  Old  lady  was wrapped around her finger she soon had the red shoes in her hands.

She could not wait to put them on she knew the like of them could not be matched in many lands.

Karen wore the shoes to school, she wore them out to play.

She shocked the whole town as she wore them to church every Sunday.

People tutted in corners they tutted behind their hands

She should not wear red shoes to church, God would not for the ‘vain glorious’ stand.

The old lady begged Karen to take care

To behave and to church not the red shoes wear.

Karen new that everyone adored her shoes

She knew that she was beautiful and that they adored her too??

The rich lady begged her to listen but Karen left her words unheeded.

Very soon the old lady became ill and Karen’s love and care she needed.

The  the old lady asked  Karen to look after  her but Karen  would not listen

She  went to the  May Day Party,looking ravishing lips red as her shoes and eyes of blue that glisten.

A stranger who could dance

All eyes upon her as she entered, Karen was delighted

She scanned the room and  on a handsome stranger her eyes alighted.

He strode across the room and very soon they were dancing

She loved the way he made her feet fly he was so fleet he had them prancing.

The evening flew by she never left his arms

Their eyes  locked she surrendered to his charms.

Then all at once he was gone and she was left bereft an uneasy

Feeling in her soul about something strange he had said.

“Oh! what wonderful ballet shoes” were the words that he had uttered to her shoes

As they danced. Just before he left he had bent down and tapped her shoes and whispered

“stick fast as you dance”

As he left, her feet took a ballet stance and from then she could stop herself she began to dance.

She dance around the other couples covering every inch of the floor

She danced up and down the hall and then out of the door.

She danced down the high street and through the grave yard cold

Where her darling mother lay in her coffin old.

She danced around the parsons house and on the village green

Fear grip her as she realized she could not stop and she began to scream!

She danced home to the old lady who on her death bed lay,

“Oh! Karen dear I begged you not to leave me I begged of you to stay”

Sadly her apologies went unheard as the dear old lady slipped away.

Karen tried sitting she tried laying on the floor

But her feet would not stop dancing and soon they danced her out the door.

They danced her through the day and they danced her through the night.

All failed that tried to remove the shoes they were certainly stuck on tight.

She missed the rich lady’s funeral and that truly pained her so

But her feet would not stop dancing and with them she had to go.

They carried her asleep, they carried her awake.

Through hedges and through houses, churches and mountain slope,

Across valleys and rivers she was desperate and lost all hope.

One night she came upon a cottage of a wood cutter and his wife

She begged him so to chop off her feet and she would repay them all her life.

At first the wood cutter did not want to comply with her will

But his wife could see the poor girl’s state she looked so tired and ill.

her severed feet

They gave her a strong drink then the wood cutter chopped off her feet,

The shoes jumped up and danced still as if they were still living  feet.

They bound her stumps and soothed her till sleep came to claim

Her as her shoes and feet danced out the door.

Karen was true to her word she staid and help the wood cutters wife

She was no longer proud or vain she prayed  and lived a righteous life.

The wood cutter and his wife began to love Karen and she began to love them to.

As a token of thanks the wood cutter made her wooden feet with shoes,

He also made her crutches to help her get around,

She was very grateful as her shoes and feet had gone no where to be found.

Having missed her benefactor’s funeral Karen decided she wanted to go to church and pray,

To say good bye to her dear friend but the same thing happened every day!

As soon as she approached the church the red shoes and her feet blocked the way.

Each day she returned in tears the wife would comfort her,

She knew the poor girl had such a lot to bare.

One day while sitting praying an angel came her way

He lifted her up in his arms and gently carried her away.

In the arms of the angel

He took her to the church , he commanded her shoes to go away,

He gentle put her in a pew and left her there to pray.

She prayed for her forgiveness, she prayed for her benefactors soul

She prayed for her poor mother she prayed to be made whole.

The angel smiled and told her some things are not to be asked for

Just then she saw her mother and the old lady standing at the door.

Before she realized it she was up and running to their side

She was so very happy her heart was bursting from the inside.

The angel, her mother and the old lady too,

Ascended up to heaven. Karen was delighted to be reunited with ones she loved and her feet    … minus her shoes.

Argument: Day 25 Nano Poblano.

Anger on  the left anger on the  right

Biting at each other what ever gets you through the night!

Shut  your ears don’t  listen, you will here no  good

Will it come to blows .. no  your words cover your soul like a hood.

 

Every ounce of  good is  gone , fled for the hills

Sanity has left , leaving blows and harsh  words shrill!

No sight of grace , anger  written all over  your face.

Talk to each other talk  before it is too late. Be men about this  share the saving grace!

 

TEAM Mark 

 

Persistence

She  would not  give in, never  listening  to to the dissenting voices

She  was determined, she would  push  and push. Yes  she had made her choices.

Even when the going was tough  she showed  her will of  steel  and never admitted, enough.

They laughed  at  her  behind  her back , yet  slowly  she found she had made  the crack!

 

Unfurled and yellow swirls.

Unfurled and yellow swirls.

Then came the day  she moved  out of the dark and up  into the sun

Breathing  in the fresh air  she stretched  and took in the air, her journey just  begun.

Up, up to meet  the sun she was tired  but  not  beaten  she would  make  her goal.

She lets  herself uncurl, throws out  her yellow dress in a graceful swirl, her heart feels whole.

Oh! my goodness she cries  with pride I am free I shall no longer hide.

Happily dancing in the sun and by moonlight  having fun her heart full of pride.

 

A life  so full could  not last  forever, she did not dwell on that, she was too clever.

Happily  she called to her sisters and brothers  live a full life  waste  not a second ….never.

For  a few weeks  she basked in the sun, washed in fresh rain  then suddenly  her life was done.

I was sad I shed a tear, but in my heart I know  she will be back next year. Too stubborn is she to be gone .

Again and again  she will arise  and shine  and  join in the chorus of the wonderful earth’s song!

 

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