A Day In The Life Of Liudvika

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Makings” by Gary Snyder: tongue, fingernail, flare, friends, poor, window, shack, round, smoke, war, overalls, grimy


Liudvika comes for her weekly cleaning
She has her own key so she doesn’t ding
She dons her overalls and inspects what to do
But first she looks out to have a lovely view

She looks at the grimy windows and procrastinates
Her employers are lucky, she’s such a cheapskate
Her tongue so sharp and starts complaining
Then her mood changed and started singing

Of how poor she is then went out for a smoke
She thought of her country and her menfolk
The flare of the match lit up her face
She admires the vase and put it back in place

She looks at her fingernails, they needed cleaning
She looks at her hair, it needed bleaching
She starts attacking the war on dirty windows
They’ve got to be cleaned before it snows

Swish, slosh as the water goes, then wipes them dry
She made a sigh and then looks up the sky
One round won with windows at the ground floor
And she knows she has to tackle the floors

She deserves a break, so she rings up her friends
They talk about shopping and their boyfriends
She carries on cleaning until she’s done the hours
Such is the life of Liudvika, not sweet but sour

For: Sunday Photo Fiction and Whirligig 33


Music Friday Prompt #16: “Rattlin’ Bones” performed by Kasey Chambers and Shane Nicholson and Wordle 117

by brenda warren
by brenda warren

Hopefully Forever
We met in the lab a long time ago
Every time we see each other we glow
We became friends and then lovers
We became each other’s anchors

Even though you said I’m still a mystery
And we know that life is not always peachy
Together we experienced with lots of things
We don’t have to be kings and we fly with our wings

We’ve made lots of mistakes, we fought, we argued
But we always enjoy cooking and eating our food
Always sweeter the second time around, after the tiff
We like to challenge ourselves by climbing up the cliff

We’re taking notes on the lessons we’re learning
And we know that life is short and we’re ageing
Even translating to something we both can understand
We were brought up in two totally different homelands

And if we detect something fishy, we tell each other
When we are together we glow with a gentle lustre
We give it a rest sometimes, as in space for each one
We know that we are each other’s universe and the sun

And we’re in this together through thick and thin
Sometimes we joke that we’re like a twin
In sickness and in health, we’re together
Hopefully forever, we make each other better

For: Music Prompt #16 and Wordle #117


Autumn Leaves


Juicy apples grow
The sun is brightly shining
Fun autumn weather

Withering flowers
Wind has caused yellow leaves fall
Nature is weary

Fountain shimmering
As we walk by the moonlight
Wind brushes the leaves

Sky flushes with gold
Feeling the chills in our bones
Didn’t want this to end

Autumn’s golden voice
Sing with song of fruits and flowers
Hills fled from our sight

For: 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups

An Odd Trio

Daily Prompt – Today, you can write about whatever you want — but your post must include, in whatever role you see fit, a cat, a bowl of soup, and a beach towel.


The morning sky was cloudless
And a dark shade of slate grey
I’m longing for a bowl of soup
Something warm and comforting
Like what my mom would make
To repair any bad days I had
To become as good as new
Yes, I think of my mom and her cat
And tears start falling down my cheeks
How I wish to spend more time with her
More days and nights just listening to her tales
If only the Philippines is not that far away
Then I could be at the beach to my delight
Lying down on my beach towel
Swimming with my mom and friends

For: An Odd Trio

The Lady In My Dreams

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “The Son” by Mary Oliver: despair, dreams, miracle, shining, happiness, greet, sorrow, swagger, mysterious, bear, expulsion, wrists

image by Valentina Kallias ~ “Apocalypse Horseman Pestilence”
image by Valentina Kallias ~ “Apocalypse Horseman Pestilence”

The lady in my dreams, she looks so mysterious
With just one eye not covered, she looks anxious
Such great sorrow and despair I see from her eye
As if she spends most of her time with her cries
Her body exhausted after the expulsion of energy
I can tell she’s making a dramatic plea
The problems she’s carrying too heavy to bear
I would like to care for her, I promise and swear
Her wrists and hands all tied up with black cord
I wish for her not to be hated or abhorred
And then the knight with shining armour came
Who has done great deeds as the public acclaim
He greeted her as he swaggered along the corridor
He’s probably the miracle she was waiting for
To give her happiness and love in this world
They fell in love and together they twirled

For: Photo Challenge #86 and Whirligig 32


Carpe Diem #855 Meadow(s)

colorful meadow
Mother Nature’s own pharmacy
ancestor’s wisdom

© Chèvrefeuille

warriors of the king
fighting for glory – in the meadows
the lowing of cows

© Chèvrefeuille

along our life’s path
straight through the meadow of health –
a field of flowers

© Chèvrefeuille

in just one heart beat
the sunlight breaks through the mist
revealing the meadow

© Chèvrefeuille

Great Burnet and Meadow Foxtails at Wheldrake Ings - Credit Carol Warren

dark blue bilberries
splendour of Yorkshire meadows
different throughout the year
chilly spring and warm winters
red grouse nests on the ground

cycling on this day
meadow where corn are growing
enchanting for me
enjoyed singing with the birds
as my hair was blown by breeze

a dandelion
as part of a meadow
what a welcome sight
serene feeling all over
pleasure being part of it

For: Carpe Diem #855

Chance Picture It & Write


To be or not to be, that’s the question
Do I take it or not, that’s another
What will happen if I don’t?
Will I be given a second chance?
Or will I let my life be the same?
When I could have done something?
Dilemma, more dilemma in our lives
Questions we attempt to answer
Questions coming up every day
Big decisions, small decisions
Sometimes we can tackle them
Other times they are more complicated
We have to weigh the consequences
Contemplate on the pros and the cons
Follow our hearts, instinct and guts
Sometimes we hurt the ones we love
Sometimes we don’t get what we want
Sometimes we fall down several times
And come back on our feet many times
Do we carry on or just give up?
I’d say, carry on even if they hurt
Carry on even if we think we can’t
Carry on even if there are deterrents
We have to be tough and carry on!


In the grand scheme of things, we meander in bliss
Don’t signal me to leave with my horse, I’m a princess
Live with those we need the most, life’s full of roses
With a buzz and a fuzz, we have to take all our chances
Forget the gamblers and saloon girls with their bullets
Write some sonnets, enjoy the chocolates in the banquets
Stop in a cosy spot and keep ourselves warm by firewood
Stay virtuous, you might even be a candidate for sainthood
Tenacity will get us through against dismal thrust of events
Life is full of twists, turns and surprises, live in suspense
I get goose bumps by thinking we’re living at the edge
Sometimes sliding downhill like a journey with a sledge
Life’s such a ball, full of locks, smiths and the whole lot
Open our eyes and believe in faith, fame and whatnot

For: Picture it & Write


“I carry from my mother’s womb a fanatic’s heart” by William Butler Yeats

It’s my mother’s birthday tomorrow and like any good daughter, I’m sending her all my love on her birthday. She’s one of my favourite topics here in my blog so here are some of the things that I’ve written before. Hope she likes them. I can’t thank her enough.
Love you Mommy ❤ ❤ ❤


Hello everyone! Hope you had a nice weekend. My mother is my favourite subject, as I blog about her most of the time. She’s beautiful, a classic beauty one can say, a real Filipina, with her long black wavy hair, which she always brush with a natural bristle brush. She goes out with corduroy trousers, silk blouse or fine dresses with intricate prints, like batik. She’s always smartly dressed. She’s in dire need of being complimented, i.e. we always compliment her looks.

She used to work as a Probation Officer, so no one can screw or mess around with her. She’s a tough cookie! She knows that several factors impinge on civil liberties and strike at the basic tenants of judicial system. She also doesn’t bombinate in a vacuum of data, caught between inevitability and uniqueness. That’s one of the valuable lessons she has given us, to be lawful and be aware of our human rights.

What else have we learned from her? Well, we should look after ourselves and our belongings. She loved this antique ceramic vase which was handed down to her by her grandmother. I think she’s going to pass it to one of us, her children. She’s very observant, like she’ll remark on how slanted the rays of the sun through the window and spilled into the room. Or how animal tunnels when incorporated into the design will also allow local wildlife to cross. She’s good with details like this, that’s why we love her so.


Oh Mother Dear, with your eyes twinkling like stars in cloudland
Your breath sweeter than sampaguita as we string them into a lei
Your love, patience and smile, always there as you give us a hand
Oh Mother Dear, with your eyes twinkling like stars in cloudland

We cannot show enough gratitude for bringing us up first hand
Your tenderness, completely and sweetly given to us like a bouquet
Oh Mother Dear, with your eyes twinkling like stars in cloudland
We love you to the moon and back and all planets in the milky-way


Her beauty astounds us all
Life’s always a breeze so she flits
Broke into one and a million bits
Of love and care, to us her kids
Of time and devotion, no problem
Always there, served with a smile
And so this is the time to say thanks
And the mission for which it was due
We love you to the moon and back
Our dearest Mom – thanks for everything!


Let me start with this
Although we are different
My Mom and I are the same
Same focus, both cool
We’re not so good in business
Or being tidy
Sometimes we forget some things
It doesn’t matter
When it comes to having fun
We know what to do
The town is always painted
Red, blue or yellow
That’s why I miss her so much
Would do anything for her


To you, my audience of one
Mother, dear, where have you gone?
Normally, you’re always beside me
And that’s the way it’s got to be
In thoughts perhaps, because we’re apart
You’re there and I’m here and we’ll part
And yet the sun shineth down for all eternity
Have often spent twice over in mirth & hilarity
My number one fan, cheering me to go on
Regret, though, is a rough sheet to sleep on
Thanks for all the love you’ve given me
And yet the smell of adobo* returns me

For: Writing 101, Day 5: Hook ’em with a quote

A Prayer for a Mother’s Birthday by Henry Van Dyke – Nurt Thurs

It’s my Mom’s birthday on Saturday. So this one’s for her….
Happy birthday Mommy!!! We love you ❤ ❤ ❤


Lord Jesus, Thou hast known
A mother’s love and tender care:
And Thou wilt hear, while for my own
Mother most dear I make this birthday prayer.

Protect her life, I pray,
Who gave the gift of life to me;
And may she know, from day to day,
The deepening glow of Life that comes from Thee.

As once upon her breast
Fearless and well content I lay,
So let her heart, on Thee at rest,
Feel fears depart and troubles fade away.

Her every wish fulfill;
And even if Thou must refuse
In anything, let Thy wise will
A comfort bring such as kind mothers use.

Ah, hold her by the hand,
As once her hand held mine;
And though she may not understand
Life’s winding way, lead her in peace divine.

I cannot pay my debt
For all the love that she has given;
But Thou, love’s Lord, wilt not forget
Her due reward,–bless her in earth and heaven.

For: Nurturing Thursday