Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds by William Shakespeare – Nurturing Thursday

Love is in the air! Hello everyone. We’re off tomorrow to celebrate our niece’s wedding. It’s so lovely to see two people in love. Here’s to them, best wishes and congrats!


Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds
by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

For: Nurturing Thursday

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #54 lost in the woods about tanka


too old for new love
the moon rises each night
as I remember
the backseats of strange cars
its helpful light afterwards

© Jane Reichhold

departing geese
King Winter is on his way
snow and frost will come
cherry blossoms bloom again
the sound of geese returning

© Chèvrefeuille

lost in the woods
desperate and anxious
elderly people
just seeking for a bit of privacy
to live their newly found love

© Chèvrefeuille

after the rainstorm
reflections of blue sky and clouds
in muddy waters
raindrops – rhythmic art of nature
in the pond circles fade

© Chèvrefeuille


playing in the rain
always a welcome picture
such uplifting feel
recollections of childhood
more fun in the Philippines

(c) ladyleemanila 2015


as the sun comes down
courtship song in the evening
love is in the air
wondering where’s the sun now
as lovers hold hands there, too

(c) ladyleemanila 2015

For: Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu

The Alchemist – Friday Fictioneers and Whirligig 8

THIS WEEK’S WORDS, taken from “Different Ways to Pray” by Naomi Shihab Nye: method, country, stones, bleached, sheep, olive, humming, needlework, men, fool, dominoes, laugh

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan.

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan.

Johann lived in the country with his wife, Gertrude. He hummed as he worked, trying to prove that his experimental methods work. He bleached the sheep’s wool needed for his wife’s needlework. He was busy developing an elixir of life, using olives, stones, minerals and herbs for longevity. It was amusing to see the light passing through the diverse bottles in the shelves. Cryptic symbolism and mysticism was an integral part of his alchemical work that men thought he was sort of a fool. They laughed behind his back. One day, he thought, when he finally discovered something, these men will topple over like dominoes. (105 words)

For: Friday Fictioneers and Whirligig 8


Habitat – Photo Challenge #71 and Wordle #71



Christos wasn’t a hooligan, but he was raised in a ghetto neighbourhood and was street wise. He had no problem walking through a rough neighbourhood at night. There were people hanging around, doing drugs, prostitution and a charnel stench that filled the air near their street. He was on the cusp of becoming a delinquent teenager when a camp counsellor extended his support by giving him a job. He is streetwise enough not to bite the hand that feeds. He is never given to hysteria, or explosive passion, as much as he is to explore implosive energy that builds, as if by stealth, into something more meaningful and inevitable. He wore his cheap shirt with some geometric prints with his jeans at work. He felt a bit creepy, going to work. He realised though, that if he behave well and carried on working, soon he won’t be in the lower bracket of society.


For: Photo Challenge #71, Habitat and Wordle #71

Heeding Haiku (with Chèvrefeuille). July 29th 2015 beautiful chaos

flower buds
it’s my regret I can’t open
my bag of poems

flower buds
sadly spring winds cannot open
a poem bag

© Matsuo Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

entangled branches
sun ascends through lifeless limbs
beautiful chaos (© Anmol)

in the fragile morning light
a cobweb sparkles like crystal (© Chèvrefeuille)


entangled branches
sun ascends through lifeless limbs
beautiful chaos

© Anmol (a.k.a. HA)

as the sun sparkles through them
such a spectacle to see

(c) ladyleemanila 2015


flower buds
sadly spring winds cannot open
a poem bag

© Matsuo Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

the splendour that awaits us
enchanting as they blossom

(c) ladyleemanila 2015

For: Heeding Haiku (with Chèvrefeuille)

Summer Camp – FFfAW – Week of 07-29-2015 and Wordle 209

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Etol Bagam. Thank you Etol!

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Etol Bagam. Thank you Etol!

“Damnation!” Marco hissed as he missed a vital step and felt his sword slip from his hand. “Gotcha!” shouted Rich, and he won this fencing round.

“Wow, look at that view, fascinating!” Anne admired the waterfall as they crossed the bridge. “Yes, indeed, how cool is that!” agreed Claire while waving to Kim and Ben kayaking in the river. There was sunshine today and the children were having fun camping.

In the evening the warmth of the fire kept them cheerful as they roasted marshmallows and sausages and sang some songs. Some of them played cards and other games. The organisers carried on with their work. They wanted to keep the children busy and tired all day with different activities.
(120 words)

by brenda warren

by brenda warren

For: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers and Wordle 209

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Carpe Diem #784 hirune (nap)


hiya hiya to kabe wo fumae te hiru ne kana

a midday nap
putting the feet against the wall
it feels cool

© Basho (Tr. R.H. Blyth)

chilly coolness
my feet on the wall
a midday nap

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

this summerday
the heat makes me drowsy –
the cool stone wall

© Chèvrefeuille

hiru neru ni yoshi to iu hi ya niji hajime

a noon nap
on a good day…
first rainbow

© Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828)

lying on the beach
dreaming away in a midday nap
departing spring

© Chèvrefeuille

midday nap
a hot summer day break
against the cool wall

© Chèvrefeuille

hana ni kite hana ni ineburu itoma kana

viewing cherries,
he takes a nap;
what a leisure time!

© Yosa Buson (1716-1784)

kyarakusaki hito no karine ya oborozuki

fragrance of incense
around a man while he naps–
a cloudy moon.

© Yosa Buson

suwari taru fune ni neteiru atsusa kana

in a boat grounded at low tide,
taking a nap
in the summer heat!

© Yosa Buson

utataneno samureba haruno higuretari

a short nap,
then awakening–
the spring day darkened.

© Yosa Buson

aiming my penis
out over the steppes
awoken from a nap

© Soen Nakagawa (1907-1984)

in the arms of a stranger
after a nap

© Chèvrefeuille

A painting of a young woman taking a siesta. (The hammock, Gustave Courbet (1844).)

A painting of a young woman taking a siesta. (The hammock, Gustave Courbet (1844).)

nap in the hammock
under the shade of the trees
cool lovely breeze

good break after lunch
afternoon’s power nap
provides energy

summer siesta
getting out of the heat
on such a warm day

(c) ladyleemanila 2015

For: Carpe Diem #784