I Can Fly!


I dream that I am a butterfly
Typography gets me down, but lets me fly
Fluttering, floating, wandering on high
Lifting my head from between my thighs
Like a flaccid flower in a fairy dance
Birds and bees all got up and left at once
Graceful in the supple haze of the breeze
Enjoying the sun and the summer breeze
Dawn is bright and breezy on the dew
This is the mission for which it is due
Like a gem-flower waving in a wand
The clouds and the wind are in a bond
With muffled music a message is sent
As the jasmine blooms with lovely scent
Now I’m waking up and saying goodbye
It was a lovely experience being a butterfly

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


Word-High July – Kinilig na Naman Ako!


Dumaan siya
Kinilig na naman ako
Ang gwapo niya talaga
At ang tangkad
Napansin kaya niya ako?
Alam kaya niya na may crush ako sa kanya?
Alam naman kaya niya na buhay ako?
Di bale, basta masaya ako
Magandang simula sa araw ko


He passed by
Butterflies in my stomach
God, he’s so handsome
And so tall
Has he noticed me?
Does he know I’ve got a crush on him?
Does he even know I exist?
Never mind, as long as I’m happy
He made my day

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: Word-High July: Kilig and Butterflies

20 Days of Chill: A dose of vitamin N (Day 8)


We’ve all had them. These were the times when life was full of roses and innocence, of experiments and fun, of being with families and friends. These were some of my recollections.

“You’re it!” I didn’t see her as she pointed to me, called my name and said, “You’re it!” I’ve got to look for them hiding around our street. It was getting dark so it was tough finding them. However, I knew Thor would be hiding at his usual place, my brother kissing our neighbour in one corner and I’d managed to locate Bethcha. Before long we had to go back to our houses and ate our dinner. Other days, we’d play patintero (try to cross my line without letting me touch or catch you), tumbang preso (hit the can), piko (hopscotch) or luksong-tinik (lit. jump over the thorns of a plant). Sometimes we’d rent some bikes and circled around our neighbourhood.

We were always there
Come Holy Week or All Saint’s Day
And don’t forget the harvest time
And all the fiestas – they were always fun
All our cousins were there
Tatang’s farm was always open
We all slept together on the floor
Snoring, people talking in their sleeps
Playing till the sun came down
Swimming and splashing in the creek
And Tatang washing his carabao
Fresh unpasteurised milk in the morning
We just poured it with steaming rice
We usually added salt and ate with our hands
And on the way to the creek, we had fruits
Mangoes, lansones, bananas as we picked them
On harvest time it was fun, people singing
Grounding some rice and peanuts and coconuts
We made some nice dish, I forgot what it was called
Perhaps we’d never be all together or experienced the same fun
As we are all over the world and the farm was not there anymore
But we’d always remember the fun we shared
On Tatang’s farm in Culianin, Plaridel, Bulacan

A dose of Vitamin N is very important. I love walking or cycling around and be in nature. The smell of flowers and plants, being in the woods, mountains, lakes, etc is great! I like to observe all the changes, flowers blooming, hedgehogs and squirrels, birds building their nests, singing or migrating somewhere warm.

I was a butterfly fluttering around the fields. I’ve just woken up from a cocoon and I was very hungry. I ate some leaves and drank some nectars from some flowers. It was refreshing. And now, I have the full view of the wonderland, the sky was clear, the ocean was majestic, the mountains were impressive. What a glorious feeling being able to fly.

For: 20 Days of Chill: A dose of vitamin N (Day 8)

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #63 Troiku (reprise)


butterflies and birds
restlessly they rise up
a cloud of flowers

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

butterflies and birds
fluttering in the garden
birds building their nest

restlessly they rise up
greeting the day with faith
and optimism

a cloud of flowers
as the girl gathers them up
gives them to her Mum

For: Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #63

Home Turf – Daily Prompt

Name five things in your house that make it a home.

Thanks for the lovely prompt suggestion, thekyleinator!

gin.rex rainbow

Him Indoors and I
HRH the son and K
happy together

in the garden
Gin, Rex, Nik – our tortoises
eating lettuces

flowers, herbs and trees
butterflies, hedgehogs and birds
garden full of fun

he loves gardening
I love writing and cooking
we love cycling, too

For: Home Turf

SoCS July 18/15 – “fly/flies/flew/flu/flue”


Shoo, fly, don’t bother me,
Shoo, fly, don’t bother me,
Shoo, fly, don’t bother me,
For I belong to somebody.

I feel, I feel, I feel like a morning star,
I feel, I feel, I feel like a morning star.

Oh, shoo, fly, don’t bother me,
Shoo, fly, don’t bother me,
Shoo, fly, don’t bother me,
For I belong to somebody.

Actually, they’re not just flies, but also bees, butterflies and other insects flying around. They are in the garden and inside the house because all our doors and windows are open in this heat. So, shoo, shoo flies, don’t bother us!

We flew to Amsterdam last week and had a great time, but my friend caught a summer flu after the travel. Oh poor her! I’m sure she’ll get better soon.

We’ve got a tiny flue in the attic. I hardly noticed it, but it definitely does its job.

That’s it from me, have a nice weekend everyone 🙂

For: Stream of Consciousness Saturday

On The Trail With Basho Encore #7 butterflies

ran no ka ya cho no tusubasa ni takimono su

orchid fragrance
from the butterfly’s wings
scenting the clothes

(c) Basho

in the Buddleia
fluttering of fragile wings
waving on the wind

(c) Chèvrefeuille

waving on the wind
butterflies resting in the sun
on the Buddleia

(c) Chèvrefeuille

cho no ha no ikutabi koyuru hei no yane

wings of a butterfly
how many times do they flutter
over roof and wall

kimi ya cho ware ya Soji ga yume gokoro

you are butterfly?
I am Chuang-tzu’s
dreaming heart

cho mo ki te su wo suu kiku no namasu kana

a butterfly also comes
to sip the vinegar from mums (*)
and pickles

okiyo okiyo waga tomo ni se n nuru ko cho

wake up wake up
I want you for a friend
sleeping butterfly


a visit from Jha
in a form of butterfly
hovering around

orange butterfly
Jha’s favourite colour
making sure we know

may she rest in peace
soaring high in heaven
pretty butterfly

(c) ladyleemanila


To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

Sleep is one-third of our lives: write a post about it. Do you love naps? Have trouble falling alseep? Wish you could remember your dreams? Remember something especially vivid? Snuggle under a blanket, or throw the windows wide open? Meditate on sleep.


To sleep, perchance to dream
Horses gallop across moonbeam
To dream, ah, that is so divine
Sailing across the river Rhine
Where all her thoughts meshed
And waking up feeling refreshed
Playing on each other in different fields
It’s as rough as a public park, the outfield
Wrestling with ideas, concepts, activities
Bees’ knees, cheese please, flees freeze
She dreams that she was a butterfly, flickering
Blooming, blushing, breezing, breaming
Flapping wings smartly, enjoying its nectar
Taking its time, fluttering with pleasure
A girl in a dream one morning in paradise
She can soar up high as the sun will rise
And she floats and brings out a slow yawn
Though she fears never shall she see dawn?

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream