Weekly Weather: Thunderstorm


Drip, drip, drip, that tap is getting on my nerves
Must have a firm grip to stop the drip, drip, drip
Otherwise I might have a trip to a coo-coo land

Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo that’s our Swiss clock
Must take out the batteries to stop it from coo-cooing
HRH the son should have taken it with him when he left

He insisted of buying it when he was seven, I think
And so we have to suffer hearing its coo-coo every hour

Crash, bang, boom, what was that? A thunderstorm?
Him Indoors looking for his lost something in the house?
Part of the Greek wedding ceremony with plates smashing?
Crash, bang, boom, oh- oh- not again! Crash, bang, boom

Boo-hoo-hoo, what are you crying for? You should be happy
Do a hehehehe or a hahahaha or a hip hip hurray, hip hip hurray
Love to hear hehehehe sounds than a boo-hoo-hoo ones

For: Weekly Weather: Thunderstorm

Here and Now – Discover Challenge



Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds
by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

For: Here and Now

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Weekly Weather: Fog

The Joseph’s Star, a poetry form created by Christina R Jussaume on 08/06/07 in memory of her Dad. This poem has no rhyme, and is written according to syllable counts. Syllables are 1, 3, 5, 7, 7, 5, 3, and 1. The poem may be written on any subject, be center aligned, has no stanza limit, and should have complete statements in each line.


a thick cloud
droplets in the air
reduced visibility
billowing fog of chill air
gloominess and haze

took a seat
buried expression
confusion fogging my mind
emotional experience
perhaps a legend
not so clear

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Weekly Weather: Fog

The Secret Path


There’s a secret path
Confined behind the waterfall
Magical garden
A place with strange creatures
Having a party
A cherry blossom party
I was invited
Nymphs, mermaids, fairies and others
Mythical creatures
All frolicking around and happy
Singing and dancing
Playing games, eating, drinking
Like there’s no tomorrow
In this breezy paradise
Where there’s no limit
Of what you like to achieve
I revere that view
I want to be part of that
I was mesmerised
From this brilliant dream
The alarm clock keeps buzzing
I need to wake up and work

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: My Weekly Writing Challenge – Secrets

Love and Saying Goodbye

(5) Words: | CHILD | TALK | HOME | TIME | PLAY |

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard,” Winnie the Pooh said that. As a child, I remembered reading about Pooh and his friends by A.A. Milne at home.  Talking of childhood memories, I remembered playing with my siblings and cousins in the street of Dapitan – hide-and-seek, cycling, patinteros and running a lot. Those were the times when we didn’t worry about things like poverty, politics, safety and other day-to-day problems. We just enjoyed playing, having lots of fun and doing our own adventures together. Then we all grew up and soon leaving our nests one by one. But one thing for sure, we’ll always be there for each other and we all know that we’re lucky to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.


For: Writing Prompt #159 “Collage 23” and Weekly Writing Prompt #37

No More Please


No more, please no more
She can’t take it anymore
No more images of him
He was everywhere haunting her
No more bite of the wind
Its sensation so hurtful and banal
No more sting of his betrayal
Cold and laced with salt, no excuse
No more regrets
He made her happy, he made her cry
No more blaming
Her heart smashing into pieces
No more please, no more
She wants to move on

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Weekend Mini-Challenge – Trying “No More”

Two More Steps

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!

Two more steps
You heard my footsteps
A yearning hope
I’m sure we can cope
On a crispy day
A day not so grey
A shining sun
I think we’ve won
“Free at last!”
Trial we’ve surpassed
A phrase uttered
We can go forward
The start of a chapter
We are its author
The second volume
As our love blossom
A rage for change
May be strange
Still not late
Isn’t life great?


For: FFfAW Week of 03-08-2016 by Priceless Joy and Wordle 239 Feb 21 by Brenda Warren . Also for: ❤Prompt 100❤

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