Sunday Writing Prompts “Breakups”


I screamed and shouted, you left me
Situation was so sticky
But then I knew this too will pass
Tears were spilled, heart left broken and achy

Lifted my spirit and moved on
I knew I was hit hard and conned
And I had to learn my lesson
I laughed it all off and let bygone be bygone

I danced and spinned like the world’s fun
My curly hair was my beacon
One day my knight will plant a kiss
And then we will live happily under the sun*

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

* Florette


For: Sunday Writing Prompts “Breakups”Wordle 349 Apr 28 by bwarren


Sunday Writing Prompt “-gasm”

magnificent things
rolling hills and waterfalls
nature at its best

the clear blue sky
the wind brushing my hair
birds sing as I walk

the autumn leaves
the colours of the rainbow
make my day all bright

Shop till I drop is my guilty pleasure
Shoes and bags and anything fashionable
Should I be at fault or think to be pure?
A nice cappuccino when feeling all a jumble.

Or a cup of tea in a fine bone china cup
Fling into the sky like all so many figs
Fill to the edge with milk, fill up my cup
Dancing many zumbas, many latins, many jigs.

Taking photos is also on my list of pleasure
It goes well with travelling and cycling
My heart moans with hyper activated pleasure
And nothing else could stop me from trying.

For: Sunday Writing Prompt “-gasm”

Sunday Writing Prompt “Collage Prompt 40” – They said I wouldn’t be able


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*

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

* Trijan Refrain


For: Sunday Writing Prompt “Collage Prompt 40”Wordle 347 Apr 14 by bwarren


Sunday Writing Prompt “Butterfly Effect”


THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “The Hand-Carved Loon” by Robert Adamson: poem, balsa, bird, head, glides, murk, bottom, waves, sleek, things, made, cuts

The butterfly effect
Waves alter and things change
Birds tweet, poems strange
Sleek view and aspect
Balsa boat which shipwrecked
You and I seem estrange

At the bottom was murk
I made some cutting notes
Which you frequently quote
I glide and make a smirk
Which make you so berserk
Don’t know what our endnotes

I shake my head and go
Life is so and it flows*

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

* HexSonnetta

For: Sunday Writing Prompt “Butterfly Effect”, Whirligig 152

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Sunday Writing Prompt #243 “Core Beliefs”


A gradual crescendo in life
The gravity of what we do and like
All of a sudden we’re shattered by experience
When jealousy and greed is rife

Rattle your teeth and fly with birds
Bare truth is what comes around goes around
Electrifying moments which give us a kick
We also hurt others with words

Spread love with honey and jam
Always be kind and enjoy the blue seas
With excitement keep us on the edge of our seat
And we follow our own programme

Be positive and don’t worry
We don’t care about what we cannot change
Even when we are hurt, somehow karma is there
Be happy for we are all free*

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

* RemyLa Rhyme Form


For: Sunday Writing Prompt #243 “Core Beliefs”, Wordle 340 Feb 24 by brenda warren


All that lies broken


All that lies broken
Assault of senses
Last night at the bar
Puppet falling down
Deep into his seat
In this case, breakdown
Running through his life
Sailing through Chinatown

Friends nudge each other
Affording nothing
Wallet left ajar
He said things in slur
Betrayal so deep
Without his armour
Trying to be clown
Went to sea and drown*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Octameter


For: Sunday Writing Prompt #232 “It’s All In The Title”, Wordle 329 Dec 9 by brenda warren


Sunday Writing Prompt #229 “Collage 37” in Triolet and Shadorma


Who am I really, I don’t know
For I am as complicated
And colourful as a rainbow
Who am I really, I don’t know
I could be serious or shallow
I could dream away or grounded
Who am I really, I don’t know
For I am as complicated*

No one knows
Who we really are
Hidden us
And sometimes surprising us
Of what we could do**

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Triolet
** Shadorma

For: Sunday Writing Prompt #229 “Collage 37”, Shadorma November: 20 of 30