Open as breeze


call in and drop by anytime for a ball
ball of patterns as we work on the call
keys are never needed, flat is open as breeze
breeze so easy as righteous ends are keys
feed us with different experience as we all agreed
agreed to hold on lies and welcome things to feed

be grateful for whoever comes, give them a cup of tea
tea is always good for the soul so we accept them be
even if it’s bad news, one day it will shine, the sun
sun rises and sets no matter what happens even
as with life, it could be fun, sad, up, down and jazz
jazz up life with all the different experience so as*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* The Mirror Sestet, created by Shelley A. Cephas, is a poem that can be written in one or more stanzas of 6 lines each. The specific guidelines for this form are as follows:

The first word of line 1 rhymes with the last word of line 1.
The first word of line 2 is the last word of line 1
and the last word of line 2 is the 1st word of line 1.

The first word of line 3 rhymes with the last word of line 3.
The first word of line 4 is the last word of line 3
and the last word of line 4 is the 1st word of line 3.

The first word of line 5 rhymes with the last word of line 5.
The first word of line 6 is the last word of line 5
and the last word of line 6 is the 1st word of line 5.

The Mirror Sestet can also be written in non-rhyme.
All rules must be followed except there is no 1st and last word rhyming.


For: Writing Prompt #187 “Collage 34”, Wordle 275 Nov 20 by Brenda Warren

What future?


The alarm didn’t go off this morning…I’m still curl up in my duvet, my silvery hair all tangled up. I like the feel of velvet, so soft and cosy. The light peeking through the curtain, telling me to get up and start my day. I used to be a busy lady, getting up at the crack of dawn. I even used to burn the midnight oil. Our town used to be the jealous of everyone as we have enough jobs for everyone. I could still hear the echoing of different shops and factories. Our town looks like a ghost town, no jobs, no class and no future.


For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle, MINIATURE WRITING CHALLENGE #67, Wordle 272 Oct 30 by Brenda Warren

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Music – Writing Prompt #183 “Collage 32”


music is a world within itself
with a language we all understand
making me find my own self
and where I stand

a thousand ways to make or break
waking up to a lovely music
I’ll bake a cake when I awake
getting ready for treat or trick

we can tell what mood we’re in
makes us bounce and thrive
genius and madness are akin
gives us the drive to strive

from birth to death it’s part of us
we can delve deeper into the matter
our energy so boundless
we can do things in a spur

planting us with roses as birds sing
making us travel to see the world
waiting for what the day will bring
as we swirled and twirled

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: Writing Prompt #183 “Collage 32”, Wordle 271 Oct 23 by Brenda Warren

Mr. Sandman’s Gifts


mimic of a dream
in a state of spin
flash and fade it seems
rim in the park I grin

in a state of spin
flip a coin and kick
insulate I have been
limit of a trick

flash and fade it seems
forgetting all my lines
swimming in stream
taking me to fine dine

rim in the park I grin
promise me the moon
you, the yang to my yin
your kiss make me swoon*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* Created by C. G. V. Lewis, the Quadrilew is a form of quatrain poem with an abab rhyming scheme, repeating lines, and contains an alternating syllable structure.

In the first verse, the poet may either start with a five or six syllable line. If the choice is five then the ‘sounding’ syllable count is (and opposite if the count is six):

Line 1, 5 syllables.
Line 2, 6 syllables.
Line 3, 5 syllables.
Line 4, 6 syllables.

Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 2 of the FIRST verse) has 6 syllables.
Line 2 new line of 5 syllables
Line 3 new line of 6 syllables
Line 4 new line of 5 syllables.

Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 3 of the first verse) has 5 syllables.
Line 2 new line of 6 syllables.
Line 3 new line of 5 syllables.
Line 4 new line of 6 syllables.

Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 4 of the first verse) has 6 syllables.
Line 2 new line of 5 syllables.
Line 3 new line of 6 syllables.
Line 4 new line of 5 syllables.


For: Writing Prompt, October 16th, 2016:Gifts from Mr. Sandman, Wordle 270 Oct 16 by Brenda Warren


Think! – Writing Prompt #181 “Collage 31”


Think left and right, think low and high
A needle in a haystack, clouds in the sky
The view from the bridge, that’s amazing
Put chillies in cooking that gives it zing
Play hide and seek by the big pear
And all the while she’s sitting on a chair
So cosy enjoying the breeze in the garden
Trimming the soil and the job’s done
Three dried roses on the wall
Still some mist this morning’s fall
Colourful bowls from my last trip
Filled up the cardboard, that’s a blip
Giggling I walked down the stairs
The end of rose petal trail, you my bear!

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: Writing Prompt #181 “Collage 31”, Wordle 269 Oct 9 by Brenda Warren


The girl in green – Photo Challenge #133


billow of steam coming from her hair
wisps of smoke rose into the air
reflecting the water as she spins
barging her way through as she grins
like finning along the sandy bottom
this time by the river lock she comes
as she pass by the bridge, one wonders
a grain of truth, is that what she’s after?
shadow of shoulder filtering her green dress
bless her, she’s running like a train express
perhaps she’s got something to solve
her brain’s trying not to dissolve

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: Photo Challenge #133, Wordle 268 Oct 2 by Brenda Warren , Sandbox Writing Challenge #58 — It’s all in your head!

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One more chance!


He really stepped in it this time. He has to remain in focus, despite the pain in his chest. After the three men left him in this awful state, he has to think fast. He tried to free himself, wanted to scream but couldn’t. He suffered in silence. What a mess he got himself in. This time, the love of his life is also in trouble, if he cannot give them what they wanted.

When he woke up, the pain was gone and he could stand up. He went home, rinsed himself and made himself a pot of tea. They gave him the date when he has to submit what they needed. He has to steer hard right rudder to get out of this trouble. The will to survive this is stronger, especially if it also involved the safety of his lady love. One more chance to live or die.


For: Writing Prompt #179 “Collage 30”, TBP’s On-line Writer’s Guild #32, Wordle 267 Sep 25 by Brenda Warren

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Writing Prompt #177 “Collage 29” – Friends


Happy am I when friends listen to me
They tilt their heads and lean closer to me
Especially when we’re talking about love
While munching our crisps and olives
Gossiping about breakups, without doubt
Going out Friday nights, having our freak-outs
Happy am I when I know they are authentic
We may be all different, somehow we all click
Real friends, my allies, my critiques, too
Sticking with each other like glue
Meeting with them, shopping, having coffee
Going through a lot, ride smooth or bumpy
Telling about our pain with wild abandon
Crying together but most of the time, fun

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: Writing Prompt #177 “Collage 29”, Wordle 265 Sep 11 by Brenda Warren


Writing Prompt #175 “Double Feature!”

The tapestry of life
The veiled truth sparkles
Sad when we’re in strife
Why can’t you see my angle?

Ignorant to be precise
Shining in lightness
Searching for a paradise
Instead of one in bleakness

A mutable cuttlefish
Flaking in the sea
Don’t be so childish
Otherwise I’ll flee

Such a grey existence
As the bee buzzes
Can I survive in your absence?
Don’t know what’s the fuzz?

Can we make it rosy?
The shadows of the past
I say with a plea
Let’s give it a blast

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: Writing Prompt #175 “Double Feature!” and Wordle 264 Sep 4 by Brenda Warren


Friday Night Music Prompt #58: Constant Craving by kd lang

Sailing the ship
Taking bullet trains
Taking a stand
Of what’s proper
And good for humanity
Constant craving

Travelling to distant lands
Stretching my mind and muscles
Staying with you
Through thick and thin
With trust and devotion
Constant craving

Eating fish and chips
Charging like a bull
In a porcelain shop
Burning midnight oil
Blogging and posting
Constant craving

Walking on a path
Sometimes crooked lines
Enjoying my freedom
And being with you
Searching for truths
Constant craving

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: Friday Night Music Prompt #58: Constant Craving by kd lang and Wordle 261 Aug 14 by Brenda Warren