I’ve lost all meaning when you left

– Image found on Discrete

I’ve lost all meaning when you left
Like a saudade, wishing you’re here
Coruscant you, my elixir
Fishnet stockings and things you left

I incline to overlook facts
What happened was a glitch
Things went so fast
Then you were gone
What was implied was wrong
We could have been more lenient

And with your figure I revere
Your scent through the house still weft
Intriguing piece of work so deft
I really miss you that’s so clear

I have been planting tulips
Daffodils and forget-me-nots
They’ll be blooming in spring
Hope by that time you’ve returned
Like the spring you’re back
And I’d appreciate that

Makikita kita sa lahat
ng pamilyar na lugar
(I’ll be seeing you
in all familiar places)*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* La’libertas


For: Photo Challenge #192, Wordle #182

You don’t know the real me – Photo Challenge #191


You don’t know the real me
Just what I project
In me I cry in plea
People don’t expect

Just what I project
I may look happy but
Really I’m all wreck
And I keep my mouth shut

In me I cry in plea
I zip everything
All these I want to flee
Escape with one wing

People don’t expect
Full of hypocrisy
Won’t even detect
Which makes me so angry*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Quadrilew

For: Photo Challenge #191

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

Photo Challenge #187

Photo by Quino Al on Unsplash

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The Thai Buddha and Inca man, I made them 10 years ago
They’re outside, part of our icons in the garden
I also did some dinosaurs when HRH the son was small
Vases, clocks and bowls all made of pottery in our class
I enjoyed making them but I know they were not good
I tried painting with watercolour and acrylic
I was even made a model when I was pregnant
They drew me and my big tummy
I was seven months pregnant
When the son started playing piano
I thought I could learn with him
I gave up after some time
I can’t dance and I can’t sing
What else is there to do?

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Photo Challenge #187