too much suffering
giving too much heat to earth
everyday blazing like fire
can’t help but give heat
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* Oddquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of seventeen syllables distributed 1, 3, 5, 7, 1 in five lines, developed by Glenda L. Hand.
oddquain butterflies – a “merged mirror oddquain” where the two stanzas of a mirror oddquain are merged together, one of the middle 1 syllable lines is dropped, resulting in one nine line stanza of the form 1-3-5-7-1-7-5-3-1. Please note that a oddquain butterfly is not a “oddquain” because it doesn’t have five lines, but it is “butterfly” made up of two oddquains that were merged together into one poem.
“As the instructor wrapped up her opening remarks and launched into the first lesson, George frantically paged through the syllabus with a mounting feeling of confusion and dread.”
The syllabus read “…attempts to study how those positions, motions, and properties affect people and events on Earth.” The concept was different to what he was expecting. He thought it’s the study of the universe and its contents outside of Earth’s atmosphere; examining their positions, motions, and properties of celestial objects. “Ah, perhaps we’re still in the early stage,” he assumed. He continued listening to the lecture and didn’t want to intervene. He was getting more and more confused. The instructor was talking about how it’s being used as a pastime and some people consider it as pseudoscience. He couldn’t stand it any longer and raised his hand. “Excuse me, Miss, this is Astronomy class, right?” “I beg your pardon, Mister, you’re in Astrology class!” “Ooops, sorry, I think I’m in the wrong class,” and awkwardly left the classroom, as the rest of the class looked at him.
20160111: day 11
Happy 2016!! Ready to commit to three-words-a-day for a year?
concept dominant listen intervene raise*
* Check out about 3 words, the first posting, for what to do. choose three out of five.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
The concept of beauty is important
For both artist and plastic surgeon
What is considered beautiful changes with
Time and fashion and cultural differences
Art and plastic surgery, art meets science
The plastic surgeon performs some miracle
To change the fate of burn patients
So people can see them and don’t panic
It’s always good to have a choice
Or acquire some help when needed
Art is necessary, a thousand times
To separate an artist from a technician
A respectable quality one must have
Having a plastic surgery, we can talk
The emphasis is on maintaining form
Manipulation, repair and change
Of skin, soft tissue, bone and others
No sweat, no snag, high time too
Hello everyone! Yes, it’s that time of the year when we have something to celebrate – the end of winter, the arrival of spring, proms, graduations and other festivities. Like, two weeks ago, we celebrated Mother’s Day and yesterday was Father’s Day here in Bavaria.
Two years ago, we went to see HRH the son at his university when he graduated for his degree. That was a lovely and celebratory day. It was a bit windy, their togas being blown by the wind, but it didn’t stop us from having fun, first in the church where they had the ceremony, then at a large marquee where we all went for a big party. We went to a nice Indian restaurant for dinner.
This year, we’re looking forward to another reason to celebrate – HRH the son will finish his Master’s – yay!!!! We know he’s working really hard for his research, all the challenges he had to go through and the sleepless nights writing about it. He searched for the right topic that he could pursue for the whole duration of the Master’s Research. He made a programme for it, wrote the proposal, waited for its approval and who would be the suitable supervisor for the project, found the right numbers of participants for the control and experimental groups, found the place where they could regularly go for the experiment and so on and so on. And now, he can see the finish line. Just few more steps and hurdles and he’s going to reach it. Good luck, son and we’re so proud of you!
First, her glass of champagne wasn’t chilled enough, then she demanded to be in the window seat when her ticket said otherwise. She hasn’t been in the plane long but she seemed to be creating such a mayhem. The stewards tried to be polite and catered to her caprices, but she was rude to them. She complained about the turbulence: “I didn’t expect to have turbulence in the First class.” She won this ticket in a lottery and she thought this was how they act. She didn’t know that her actions made it obvious that she’s no lady. She’s a dragon!
A dragon lady, that’s for sure
And she hasn’t even started her liqueur
She roars and growls, combination of both
Makes her victims reluctant or loath
If she’s just a little miffed, she’ll hiss
Anticipating a knight’s entry and his kiss
If she’s rudely awoken from slumber
She’ll make a deafening roar and not purr
She can be friendly or she can be ferocious
Depends on her mood, such a good actress!
the hour has come when one defies nature
ask and she’ll probably provide an answer
a creature of talent going and setting up stars
as she thinks of what to write in her memoirs
combining several actions to make them stay
and breathing her lovely flower bouquet
such determination to reach for her star
trying her best to be her own superstar