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


Photo Challenge #128 – Painting the Moon

With this brush, I paint the moon for you
Crossing out the storms and bad weather
Having the sky the right greyish hue
Giving some parts a mysterious blur

Entering some stars that sparkle at night
With this post, I count my blessings
You’ve always been my knight
Never hurting my feelings

That you’re here by my side
And we’re both free
Both enjoying the ride
And watching the prix

That our only son with his bride
Are making their marks in the world
Of course, with our support and guide
And a kaleidoscope of images whirled

Turning every chance into challenges
Therefore, I’ve got nothing left to wish for
As we climb mountains and cross bridges
Waiting for more things to explore

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

Source: Unknown


For: Photo Challenge #128, Wordle 263 Aug 28 by Brenda Warren


Tale Weaver #82: out my kitchen window


Outside my kitchen window, birds singing
Dogs running, children cycling, people passing

Hear the baby bird cries for his food
Among the branches, doves cooed

Unfettered that he’s bigger than the mother
It doesn’t matter, as I hear my cat purr

Check our flowers and ferns, all thriving
A neighbour, all about her holiday babbling

I’ve just twisted some weeds off the plants
And harvested some tomatoes and eggplants

An old grill, for our family’s delight
Always handy, when the sun is bright

Still hoping summer is not finish yet
Make the most of it, without any fret

Outside my kitchen window, an old bench
Where the son used to study his French

Where I stop and think, train of thoughts
Dreaming of mangoes and kumquats

Reading and writing, pages and pages
Reminiscing the past and accepting changes

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: Tale Weaver #82: out my kitchen window and Wordle259 Jul 31 by Brenda Warren


Three Cheers to the Newly Weds!

Here’s to the newly weds

As we opened a bottle of fizzy

Wine impressed with its delicate

Fresh nose giving way to tangy apples

Creamy butteriness with good acidity

May they stay as sweet as honey

Seasoned with love and devotion


We also have some herbal, smokey salmon

With a piquant tartare sauce and garlic bread

Followed by saftig strawberries and ginger biscuits

Three cheers, here’s to many years of togetherness!


(c) ladyleemanila 2016



For: Wordle Special Addition Taste “August 22nd, 2016”

I miss you


The hour is ticking
The moon in a mist
Got to keep asking
Where’s the moonlight tryst?

Trim the stem
You’re not here
Am I condemned?
Feeling’s so queer

I miss you dearly
My head is spinning
I beg of thee
Please don’t fling

Can’t get over it
As I look at your prints
I’m turning half-wit
Give me a hint

I cringe from memories
I can’t lift my spirit
How can I be appeased?
When I run in circuit

Living without you
I’ve had my chips
My life is through
Can’t come to grips

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: Writing Prompt #173 “Collage 28” and Wordle 262 Aug 21 by Brenda Warren


The Girl in Plush Dress


the girl in plush dress
one can hear her laugh, bless
she wanders in the woods
enjoying her childhood
so benign and gentle
no need to bribe her to amble
shivering in the cold
she skips as she strolled
passing by the narrow turnstile
remembering to smile
in her ambisinister way
she might be taken as prey
she sees an ephemerid
down on the ground she skid
which made her itch
her lips twitched
back to her chamber
our little ambler

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: Photo Challenge #121 and Wordle #117 “July 11th, 2016”

I am Weary of my Wisdom


I am weary of my wisdom
Like the bee that hath gathered too much honey
Lots of laughter and weeping in my album
The quilt of life is growing with glee

Nothing can shock me as I’ve seen them all
There are still spices that give me some lift
Perhaps I just need to wrap myself with a shawl
Having my wits around is definitely a gift

The songs of the birds still amaze me
The twinkles of the stars are wonderful
I still enjoy having a nice cup of tea
Really grateful that I’m still able

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: Writing Prompt #167 “Collage Special Edition” and Wordle 256 Jul 9 by Brenda Warren


What do you mean out?

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Marler Morrill

“I think we’re lost!” my sister being cross with me for venturing out on our own. We were offered a ride by one of our friends, but I said no. We’ve been walking through this village, admiring their plants and stalks, turning right, left, in that order, like in a maze. At the end of the street, a lady was watering her plants and we asked her how to get out of here. She just looked on the ground, a bit puzzled and said, “what do you mean out, you could only stay here” and she returned to her gardening.


For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Wordle 255 Jul 3 by Brenda Warren