F is for Free Verse

Free Verse is an irregular form of poetry in which the content free of traditional rules of versification, (freedom from fixed meter or rhyme).

In moving from line to line, the poet’s main consideration is where to insert line breaks. Some ways of doing this include breaking the line where there is a natural pause or at a point of suspense for the reader.

Following the direction of Walt Whitman, Ezra Pound and T.S.Eliot, many modern day poets use this particular form of expression.


I know where
I stand
after rugby
and cricket
and of course
is his number one
no complaints
about that
always clear
never fail
to watch
to comment
to listen
to the radio
football is it
let him have it
I’m happy where
I am

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: one full week of NaPoWriMo 2016 and Are we having FUN yet? #atozchallenge

Fleeting – A Villanelle

A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.

The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).

He came, we had fun and he’s gone
Years of waiting and he was here
Playgroup, school, he’s our khan

We used to bake cake and scone
He played football, too and we cheer
He came, we had fun and he’s gone

He loved dönner kebab and prawn
He played music for us to hear
Playgroup, school, he’s our khan

His friends came and they’re up till dawn
“Don’t worry Mum, I don’t drink beer”
He came, we had fun and he’s gone

He gained his muscle, strength and brawn
He played, too a part in Shakespeare
Playgroup, school, he’s our khan

Eighteen years later and he’s gone
We enjoyed the time he was here
He came, we had fun and he’s gone
Playgroup, school, he’s our khan

For: Fleeting

#SoCS March 12/16 “ball”


To start the ball rolling, here’s me greeting you all. Hope your weekend is lovely! Well, to be honest, I’m not a ball person, I don’t play or watch football, volleyball, cricket or rugby. Him Indoors and HRH the son are the football fanatics, so today they’ll be glued to the telly watching their games.

I’ve just rang my mother. She was telling me about her new gym and she enrolled herself to Zumba. Also, their group, the Mother Butler Group, is going on a road trip to one of our provinces. They’ve hired a van for this trip. Glad she’s on the ball. And still a ball of fire!

Talking of keeping one’s eye on the ball, I’m curious as to the outcome of the UK referendum on whether Britain stays or leaves Europe. Hopefully, we stay in Europe. We’ve been living in Germany for more than 20 years, so we consider ourselves European. HRH the son lives in England, and he’d be able to vote. The ball is now in his court.

That’s it from me. Keep the ball rolling…

For: Stream of Consciousness Saturday


20 Days of Chill: Life wouldn’t be the same (Day 3)


Him Indoors and HRH the Son
they’re the driving force
that makes me wake up in the morning
and do whatever I have to do
they are the loves of my life
my inspirations, my motivators
my reasons to be here, doing whatever
my “happy place” where I’m secured
and cosy and cuddly and fun
the rest are extras

Having said that, life wouldn’t be the same
Without football – well, not for me
But for Him Indoors and HRH the son
They love it, talk about it and watch it
Go to the stadium – Ricoh and New Camp
I love going to the games with them


For: 20 Days of Chill: Life wouldn’t be the same