Chapter eleven – colourful life, red, blue merle

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

ballad over a xylophone
striking a row of wooden bars
like the sound of stringed sitar
he sang in a rich baritone

just like his heart
his voice rich and meaty
singing to his dear
who’s all ears to him
on this serenade
such joy to watch

the xylophone’s sweet melody
with the trombone and tambourine
appreciating music with grin
a night to remember with glee

as we walk
by the silvery moon
we held hands
ah! this is life
rich in music
rich in love

ang kapangyarihan ng pag-ibig
ikaw at ako magpakailanman*

* The power of love
you and me forever


PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson

Follow the path as I ascend
Sing a song on the road
And praise the raven that you send
Bright clouds as you bestowed
Forget the past and don’t stray
In the spirit of the day
Forget the past
Forget the past
Weigh my chances and seek my way

Follow the path as I ascend
And with my dignity
As the rain pours, I’m here to mend
Coming here with a plea
Don’t ask for more than I deserve
And this peace I want to preserve
Don’t ask for more
Don’t ask for more
If there’s a problem, I will swerve

Follow the path as I ascend
Humming like a singer
Send me notes that I comprehend
So I don’t have to err
I am lucky, life is a bliss
Going for a walk just like this
I am lucky
I am lucky
He waits for me and gives me kiss*

* Trijan Refrain

I am not a writer. I don’t have a cause. I’m more of a traveller, a curious one and one who believes that every adventure is worth having. My journey continues. At 63, I’m happily married to my English man or Him Indoors as I call him nowadays, a proud Mum to our 31-year old son (HRH the son) who married beautiful K and they are living in the south of England. We are living in our gemütlich (comfortable) house in sunny Bavaria, surrounded by flowers, herbs, grapes and apple trees. I couldn’t ask for more. I am not a writer. But I believe that there’s a book in every one of us. I hope to write mine one day.

Where will I go from here?

Work my way beyond my reach

Nothing can stop me when all’s clear

Far from home, swim along the beach

Endure snow and brutal weather

Work my way beyond my reach

As long as me and Him are together

Any field or mountain to climb

Endure snow and brutal weather

And we can hear the church bells chime

Easy or hard, everywhere’s adventure

Any field or mountain to climb

Find help if we’ve got misadventure

Call my mother wherever we are

Easy or hard, everywhere’s adventure

Travelling by plane, train or car

Where will I go from here?

We’re going to have fun, near or far

Nothing can stop me when all’s clear**


I see hope from afar
I can smell the roses
Cycling at the weekend
No fret no bother, too
Where I can pray and mend

I see hope from afar
And looping with the wind
Imagine to be free
Not swatting in the hole
Where I’ll be full of glee

I see hope from afar
The pink glow of sunset
Where trees sway and birds fly
Wife baking bread for kids
Dad brought sauce for the pie

I see hope from afar
Green fields where children play
Distant snow covered hills
Where winter is nearing
Christmas with all the frills***

*** Monchielle


By silvery moon
I sing my heart to you
Eloquence so soft
Seeking the steam of my soul
Bliss, star of my garden

Melody from heart
No cloud in sky to be seen
Watch birds fly somewhere
Till dawn when Nature smiles
Pursuing your affection

“The world is a dangerous place to live
Not because of the people who are evil but
because of the people who don’t do anything about it”
Albert Einstein’s quote is a wonderful quote
Makes us wrestle with our memories
Whether we are acting on its saintly cue
Cracking the code, holding the true meaning
Or tracking down the science behind it
We know we’re not angels and we do react
To different situations in varied ways
But what Einstein is trying to tell us is
To be responsible and look after each one
If we see something evil being done
We don’t just stand there and watch
We have to do something about it
We have to see to it that we are not
Just passive onlookers and self-centred
Don’t let evil wins, be active and do it right

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Window- Andrey Bobir: Fruit Center: Kevin Sloan: Woman- Christian Schloe
Today’s quote was suggested to us by Mandibelle please check out her amazing blog
The quote “In the end, we’ll all become stories.” -Margaret Atwood

In the end, we’ll all become stories
Foolish as bees, bustling with excitement
Circling agent, eccentric like the fleas
Entangled squeeze, glinting like figment

The need for a taste of chocolate
Jump for biscuit, not good for waist
In the willowwacks or the hood
If we could, have contacts

Fox is sitting by the window
As we all know, berries are good
In his boyhood, he’s always raced
He’s got good taste, as he would

Ripe papaya is such a healthy fruit
The girl is cute, as seen in here
That much is clear, follow the route
Water from chute, flowing from near

In the end, we’ll all become stories
As we sneeze, they’re all part of movement
At this moment, all part of symphonies
The day we seize, for our lives are brilliant****

**** The LaJemme


they said I wouldn’t be able
but I’ve traverse the world
in torrid times I’ve crossed the channel
and with this dress I twirled
align myself against the foe
confess to things that I should know
align myself
align myself
treat myself to a new gizmo

they said I wouldn’t be able
make something out of sand
be in a sect, ride a camel
live in a tale that is so grand
inject myself to a dream world
check in to a fantasy world
inject myself
inject myself
ball was hurled to me and I swirled

they said I wouldn’t be able
find and marry my knight
live a life that is so blissful
play rugby, fly a kite
have a son, apple of our eyes
now he’s flown, we have to downsize
have a son
have a son
garden with bees and butterflies*****

***** Trijan Refrain

Thirty six years of love
Thirty six years of being together
Together in sickness and in health
Together hopefully forever
Forever through thick and thin
Forever we laugh and we cry
Cry with our quirks
Cry sometimes
Sometimes we fight but make up
Sometimes we see the world
World of wisdom
World without pain
Pain of illness
Pain of separation
Separation when I go to the Philippines
Separation once a year
Year after year of adventure
Year when the son was born
Born after 7 years
Born and gave us joy
Joy seeing him grow
Joy in the house with garden
Garden full of plants
Garden with 3 tortoises
Tortoises Gin, Rex and Nik
Tortoises, apple tree and flowers
Flowers in bloom
Flowers in June
June when we got married
June on the hottest day
Day to day living
Day from one country to the next
Next to nothing
Next comes the surprise
Surprise of what happens next
Surprise we live in
In the house to be safe
In the house baking bread
Bread and cakes and curries
Bread for life
Life is a blessing
Life is what we make of it
It is without a fuss
It is challenging
Challenging but fun
Challenging but invigorating
Invigorating kissing me
Invigorating being with you



being with you is magic

as in worth living

a dream forever

growing old and ageing

happiness shared

Mirror, mirror on the wall
I think this is my call
I see a very busy blog
Like having my own catalogue
Ladyleemanila is the name
One day I’d like to be a dame
I hope I’m doing justice to it
Up to five blogs I can commit
I write fiction and non- fiction
Everything under the sun
Different challenges and prompts
As long as they’re perfect for a stomp
I take lots of photos when I’m out
Up the mountain, along the harbour
I like being such a blogger
Macros, oddballs, skies on my route
I like reading the other blogs
It’s like having a dialogue
Liking and commenting on them
Some of them I found like a gem
I found some friends and followers
Writers, comedians, mothers, actors
They’re like a support group for me
Better than having a shopping spree

Mirror in my hand
What reflection do I see?
View in the harbour

West side story to tell

Giving back

Pay forward a blend of coffee

Circle of friends so swell

Drinks and snack

Speak in the room no wishy-washy

Rock music in the clouds


A festival for everyone

One that makes us all proud


Slides in the sun and so much fun

Giving back that is good


Life is so much better when shared

Let’s all do what we could


Help each other don’t be scared*******

*******The Tri-fall,

If I ever leave this world alive
I’d laugh and generate a feast
I’d look at life like an archive
I’d find a reason why I exist
Escape from empty living
Resembling the ghost of the past
Live the day like it’s my last

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