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


Music Prompt #17: “100x” by Tegan and Sara #musichallenge #music #amwriting

I wish I could escape from this
That I cannot get you out of my mind
If only the circumstances are different
Heard this song, you I know I miss

Miss your sound, I wish to push out
Out of my mind, out of my being, too
Thank you for the memories, I know you exist
We’re not meant to be, that’s about

About the party we have been
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink
We drove to places where voted some of the best
Not late, parallel lives begin

Begin the healing, forgiving
When trust was broken, that was about it
Forgiven but not forgotten
Cannot get it out, the sting

Sting in the tail, so goodbye
Learn the lesson and time to move on, too
No regrets, we always say, best to part our ways
We’re not meant to be, you and I*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* RemyLa Rhyme Form


For: Music Prompt #17: “100x” by Tegan and Sara #musichallenge #music #amwriting, Wordle 328 Dec 2 by brenda warren


Every one wants a piece of me

– Carlos Quevedo

in my mental soliloquize
each transition is like limbo
lack of accountability

every ligament stretched to tee
an air of malaise I should know
stow it! sounding how the pig cries

tick each one as I’m in the guise
aghast that I could be a foe
I could be anyone but me

my heart still cordate, I agree
who’s the real me, from head to toe?
sometimes I can’t answer the whys

every one wants a piece of me
and I’d like to swim in the sea*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Trilonnet


For: Photo Challenge #189, Wordle #179

A Month with Yeats: Day Nineteen

from ‘The Valley of the Black Pig’.

‘We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore,
The grey cairn on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew,
Being weary of the world’s empires, bow down to you,
Master of the still stars and of the flaming door.’—W.B. Yeats


As we relish the thought of the unknown
Fly me to the moon and shimmy with stars
Try to stab the sword into the stone

Strap the monkey like some avatars
Kiss the crime goodbye and merge with the flow
Hurtle ourselves to the cries of centaurs

As we dream of stars and their afterglow
The flame of the sun some distant away
I call your name and bounce back like echo

Gaseous layers to form some nebulae
Swirling dust clouds that’s something to observe
Left in an island like some castaway

The sting of betrayal I don’t deserve
Chop the happiness and the trust I gave
And to think I gave him all, what a nerve

What’s left for me to do is to be brave
And continue with my own repertoires
I can’t be in his memory a slave

As I walk the shore on this cloudy day
I glided out to the sea andante
As we relish the thought of the unknown
Try to stab the sword into the stone*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Lauranelle


For: A Month with Yeats: Day Nineteen, Wordle 326 Nov 19 by brenda warren , Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #19

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A Month with Yeats: Day Thirteen

Today’s quote is from ‘The Hosting of the Sidhe’ by W.B. Yeats.

‘Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.’


Into the night a whisper of the wind
Away with the strong crosswind
Like a calyx glistening with dew
Come away when the time is due
Soliciting the creatures of the dark
In empty shrubbery or nearby park
Like a dilettante with suede gloves
Voice dropping several octaves
Obscured in a drop box of bounty
Away before things turn badly
As lurid espionage as could be
Come away, that is the plea

(c) ladyleemanila 2017


For: A Month with Yeats: Day Thirteen, Wordle #178, Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #13


A Month with Yeats: Day Twelve

Today’s quote from the poetry of W.B. Yeats is taken from ‘The Rose of the World’.

‘He made the world to be a grassy road
Before her wandering feet.’


A taunting mission as we wander
In fields of poppies in acres
Of disbelief as we slide in dirt
Carrying on even though we’re hurt
As we test the lessons learned in war
Some chapters in our memoir
Paying tribute to those who fought for us
With roses and lavenders as plus
What is clear is forgiveness and not fury
We are all free that is the key
As we bow our heads on grassy fields
Men and women fighting in battlefields

(c) ladyleemanila 2017


For: A Month with Yeats: Day Twelve, Wordle 325 Nov 11 by brenda warren , Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #12

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A month with Yeats: Day Six


‘Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven’
from The Cold Heaven, by W.B. Yeats

When a child bellowed in agony
And the sky so grey and misty
Do we deny him of our smile?
Do we take his mind off it for a while?
Do we weave him a story of blossom?
Keep him company so he’s not lonesome
Riddled with faith or fate, heaven or hell
Move not as an elephant but as a gazelle
And in a sly way, the misery was dropped
Rain-sodden to sun-kissed place swapped
Cold injustice and decline of humankind
Social inequality and all things combined

(c) ladyleemanila 2017


For: A month with Yeats: Day Six, Wordle 324 Nov 5 by brenda warren , Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #6

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