Wrap it in Ribbons Please!


she wakes up late to face the world
on this nifty day, her clock is ticking
her bare feet flew merrily as she whirled
it’s going to be a great day, she sings with zing
in spite of all that beauty may disown
takes a shower, has a cherry for breakfast
someone rings, her voice skips on the phone
and pauses like a pencil, puts it down calmest
decides what dress, hat and shoes to wear
everything in her own pace and sequence
sits down and inserts a pin in her hair
and waits for some sort of suspense
outside she hears a knock on the door
the postman delivers letters and a white parcel
what can it be and who sends it, she’s unsure
and on this special day, too, she’s as baffle
a 24 carat gold chain from him
he remembered, she thought
large tears in her eyes brimmed
they shouldn’t have fought

For: Wrap it in Ribbons Please! by lillian in Poetics


Soil poetics

The soil that I call home
I come back even when I roam
Ancestors fought for us
What we have is a plus
So we could all be free
Relish the soil that is bounty
Blood and sweat were sacrificed
What we have now is our prize
My parents tilled the soil for us
So we could all enjoy Christmas
To rear us well in this wide world
So we could all swirled and whirled
In return we burn the midnight oil
We know our role, we’re not spoiled
To have good grades and later jobs
Our freedom no one can rob

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Soil poetics by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) , Nurt Thurs – Message for You


Thursday photo prompt – Obelisk #writephoto


As the sun sets with a classic golden flame along the shore
Pondering the past, when you only have eyes for me and I you adore
When the thought of you has given my heart that unexplainable feeling
When we thought everything was against us and we said we keep on battling

Proud obelisk always standing there, witness to everything
As the years went through, winter, summer, autumn and spring
The world was rosy and nothing could stop us, so we thought
But the world has turned grey and I was so distraught

It was there when you promised the sun and the moon to me
That promise was broken, what you’ve done, that was very nasty
My scarlet heart bleeds, if only the obelisk could give me a hug
I know somewhere in the universe, you’re there with just a shrug

I saw it at the corner of my eye when we first kiss and that was heaven
I don’t seek revenge for I’m sure there’s a karma with your action
I’m still trying to understand what went through and your betrayal
I’m sure time helps with the healing but for now, I still feel awful

When you wrote a song for me and sang it with your guitar, it was there
I’m walking at the edge of this beautiful landscape saying my prayer
With the golden sunset warming my soul, there’s always hope
I’d be given enough strength, I’d move on, I know I’d be able to cope

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Thursday photo prompt – Obelisk #writephoto, Dramatic Monologues by kim881 in Poetics, OpenLinkNight # 195 by Grace


Poetics: From Nature’s Point of View

Poetics: From Nature’s Point of View


Every spring I come
Welcome all their chums
I’ve seen the kids as they grow
Now they’re all gone
Having their own lawn
Still I welcome to and fro

My yellow flowers
Admired by neighbours
Some children come and stare
When they bike to school
They thought I’m so cool
The brightness I’d like to share

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Poetics: From Nature’s Point of View by Mish

Poetics ~ New Beginnings

Poetics ~ New Beginnings


New sunny day
Amidst the snow
Makes everything bright
Gives us hope for the new year
New plans, new lists, new trips
New perspective, new surprises


sunrise, sunset, always amazing
a spring and zing in life, stops us from ageing
a new dawn, a new beginning
always on the go, be it cycling, cooking or dancing
and when sunset is here, we know it’s time to rest
don’t digress, we have done our quest
life goes on and so we must carry on
like a cheerleader with pompons, go on from hereon
new challenges – something to look forward
as we anchored and stirred life, don’t go backward
life is indeed wonderful
don’t be fretful but be graceful

For: Poetics ~ New Beginnings by Mish