My alien is hard to describe


He comes and goes when he pleases
And he keeps on changing faces
He can be from one of the tribes
My alien is hard to describe

Long chin, prominent teeth, curved lips
Comes with his broken spaceship
Creative as Shakespearean jibe
My alien is hard to describe

He speaks of words with no vowels
It darkened his face, his scowl
And he doesn’t need any bribe
My alien is hard to describe

When he’s crossed, some sparkles come out
Out of his mouth, tea in spout
Some cynics in the planet gibe
My alien is hard to describe*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* A Kyrielle is a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains (a stanza consisting of 4 lines), and each quatrain contains a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the poem consists of only eight syllables. There is no limit to the amount of stanzas a Kyrielle may have, but three is considered the accepted minimum.

Some popular rhyming schemes for a Kyrielle are: aabB, ccbB, ddbB, with B being the repeated line, or abaB, cbcB, dbdB.

For: November 17: Flash Fiction Challenge, Tale Weaver/Fairy Tale Prompt # 94 : Alien Fairy Tales 11.24.16

A rondel for my bear


Brown bear, brown bear, where are you?
Are you hiding anywhere?
Come out of your lair
You’re my Winnie the Pooh

Walking one day and you came to my view
I was so frightened and I said my prayer
Brown bear, brown bear, where are you?
Are you hiding anywhere?

You’ve been my friend through and through
Lots of adventures we share
You’re my best friend, I swear
I don’t want them to take you to the zoo
Brown bear, brown bear, where are you?*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* Rondel – a French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.

For: Tale Weaver/Fairy Tale Prompt No 91 October 27th – The Wood Nymph

It was Good While It Lasted


I once was a prince which was turned to a frog by the evil witch
Then the beautiful princess saw me and I croaked and we were friends
I croaked and she listened and she told me her life in the palace
She came to the pond every day and we fell in love, she kissed me
I was immediately turned back to a prince and boy, was I handsome
I asked the king for the princess’ hand and he approved
The day we got married, the whole village celebrated
All the lovely ladies in the village were there, too
I was enamoured by them and they to me
I started having some extra love affairs
After all, it had been years and years that I was a frog
The princess found out about my affairs and she was mad
She went to the wicked witch and pleaded with her
To turned me back to a frog and the evil witch did
Now I’m back to the pond croaking forever after

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: TW/FT Prompt: April 21 2016: Rethink – Rewrite

The Quest


It’s a story of strength
A quest to an ancient ground
Where the spirit of darkness lives
A dragon guarding the treasure
Defiant resistance to the game
The sparks of amethyst lay
In front of the hearth
And so is Prinsesa Mayumi
Waiting for her knight
Few men and knights tried
But to no avail, dragon won
From steely blue skies
A white charging horse
Descending from the clouds
Prinsipe Makisig to the rescue
And so he slays the dragon
Saves the princess and they kiss
Take all the amethyst and treasure
And they be wed to the delights of all

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Tale Weaver/Fairy Tale Prompt #57 – Quest

Prince Eugene and Princess Louise


There was once a Princess named Louise
Who loved her garden with its flowers and trees
One day she sat by the pond
Saw a frog who was far beyond
Gave a kiss to a frog who was immediately free

He was called Prince Eugene who was bewitched
Fell in love with the Princess when he was switch
They got married and lived in the castle
After the honeymoon he found life to be dull
All the meetings, problems, duties, such a glitch

He went back to the witch and asked her to turn him back
Life in the castle is tedious and he didn’t mind getting sack
He said goodbye to the Princess
Sorry but please don’t make a fuss
He’s used to life in his pond and he’s not making a comeback

For: Tale Weaver#49 – Fairy Tale Prompt

Three Little Pigs Meet Little Bo Peep


The three little pigs were busy building their house made of bricks.

Their neighbour, Little Bo Peep arrived and said angrily: “I’ve had enough of you lot! I don’t think you have building permission constructing your brick house. I’ve checked the town hall and it said: “house made of straws.”

“We started with straws, and then it fell apart,” said the three little pigs. “Then we tried building it with sticks, it also didn’t stay put.”

“That’s another thing, you pigs, you started attracting vermin (she meant the wolf) and my sheep started disappearing!”

“That’s why we’re building this house of bricks, because of the big bad wolf, who kept on huffing and puffing until he blew our house down”

“I heard that commotion, that huffing, puffing and squealing. I was about to call the police when I heard that noise in the middle of the night.”

“We’re really sorry, neighbour. Few more days and the house will be finished.”

“This is not the end of this. I’ll go and see my solicitor. You pigs started moving to this area, and look what’s happening to our property prices- I bet they have gone down a lot.” And off she went.


For: Tale Weaver #40
Writing 101, Day 15: Take a cue from your readers

The EDSA Revolution of 1986 – Fairy Tale Prompt July 17th 2015 Compassion and Courage


When I read the prompt about compassion and courage, I immediately thought of our EDSA Revolution of 1986. I wrote a blog about it, that I was proud to be part of that history. That it was a story about every Filipino’s dream of being free and taking part in the process. It involved over 2 million Filipino civilians, as well as several political, military and religious groups. It was one of nonviolent protests that began in 1983 and culminated in 1986. The methods used amounted to a sustained campaign of civil resistance against the 20-year running authoritarian, undemocratic regime of the then President Ferdinand Marcos. It led to his departure from the Malacanang Palace to Hawaii and the re-establishment of the country’s democracy.

Corazon Aquino was proclaimed as the legitimate President of the Philippines after the revolution. The wife of slain political leader Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino, she fought the aging dictator Ferdinand Marcos in the controversial snap elections for Presidency in 1986. She won but was cheated. Not a gun was fired, yet Marcos was forced to step down because millions went into the streets and demanded his resignation.

Revolutions do not take place overnight. The Marcos years, characterized by the unscrupulous exercise of power preservation and fomented political unrest. Allegations of graft and corruption against the administration would forge a disproportion of wealth. The declaration of Martial Law on September 23, 1972 started a feeling of discontent which would make this act of resistance essential, even inevitable to the reinstatement of democracy.

The EDSA Revolution of 1986 was about the people power that was of the spontaneous, disoriented, unorganized fluid and ambiguous kind. Filipinos from all walks of life discovered a collective will that they had never exerted before and a common bond they had never nurtured. Spontaneity, astonishment and interestingness were the very spirit of the vent. To conclude, people, when treated badly, can summon enough courage, solidarity and determination to stand up and resist.

The Day We Met – Fairy Tale Prompt May 29th 2015 “dancing” cherry blossom


Many moons ago…

The Praktikum. I was accepted to have an apprenticeship with BASF Chemical Company, in Ludwigshafen, Germany. It’s the largest production site worldwide and the company’s global headquarters and research centre. I spoke no German, but then, I’ve survived in France and Switzerland without French, so why not? I’m convinced I’ll get by and will learn the language when I’m there. I was allocated in the Inorganic Department, producing and analysing some dyes. Herr (Mister) Raider provided me a name who was also working in the same building, but in a different laboratory. “He’ll help you get sorted,” he said. Hence, first thing in the morning, I knocked on Room 602 and a tall English man opened it, some parts of his white shirt still untucked from his trousers. “I am, indeed.” was his answer to my question and that hooked me! “Such an accent,” I thought. He helped me obtain my lab gown and safety goggles that morning and waited for me for lunch every day. “There’s your English man again,” my Laborant (laboratory technician) would say.

That English man is Him Indoors…and we got married two years after we first met….and we’ll be celebrating our 30 years anniversary next year!

white shirt still untucked
“I am, indeed,” he answered
that’s my English man


I am Here, You are There – Fairy Tale Prompt May 22th 2015 … Shakespeare to inspire you

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favors;
In those freckles live their savors;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.

© William Shakespeare


I am here, you are there
Miles apart, half of the world
We have to cross the seas and lands
We have to endure the storms coming
You are there, so far away, unreachable
I say this, you say that, misunderstanding
Hard to communicate, different opinions
Upsetting one another even not intentionally
Causing pain in the heart and soul, shattering
Over the mountains, through seven seas
Enduring the pain, winter, spring, autumn
Summer comes, is there a flicker of hope?
Can we overcome the hurdles, the storm?
I don’t know, I really don’t know…

My Insect Experience – Fairy Tale Prompt May 15th 2015, small as an insect


In a land of the very small, ants, crabs, they all crawl
I came to visit and see their world, like a dream-world
Ants build their nests where their treasures are buried
Termites are much older than the human race
Their soldiers and workers are usually blind
They live in the dark, their eyesight would be useless
A grasshopper and a beetle fighting, each one fearless
How about spiders, I wonder where they would be?
Brazilian wandering spiders, their bites are deathly
A tarantula can be a pet for its relatively harmless bite
Butterfly, bumble bee, wasp, hornet, I love their flights
Blue-fronted dancer, it dances and bounces along its way
Insects are all busy going about in their daily activities
Please don’t squeeze them, just enjoy their beauties