#WQWWC #26: Hope

over the rainbow
in a land so far away
waiting for some hope

waiting for some hope
regretting what has been done
atonement at last

atonement at last
peace, love and harmony
happiness for all*

(c) ladyleemanila

  • haiku

Starlight, star bright, I wish I may, I wish I might
Find my own knight, he’s there to fight for my plight
I’d like to go to places far away, roving great distances
Riding buses, aeroplanes, ships, jeepneys and cruises

Over the hills, to the depths of the seas and sandy shores
Learning my lessons, writing my memoirs, being outdoors
Acquiring new things, seeing the world, adventures galore
Understanding about them, they’re all there in a brochure

Meeting you and the others, oh what fun it would be
Dancing the night away, footloose and fancy free
Away from this tumultuous and rotten world with flees
As long as I don’t transgress and make you displease

Enable to scramble over the wall to the summit ridge
I’ve got my suitcase ready, don’t care about the mileage
Swelling with smugness in this upbeat biosphere
The atmosphere has thicken from the exosphere

Having the key to your heart, be as charming as can be
I always see the world as somewhat peachy or pearly
Starlight, star bright, these are some of my wishes
Hope they come true and I’d be happy, such a buzz

(c) ladyleemanila

Songbird cuts the calm with a serenade
I press the palms of my hands together
Hope flows from my soul searching for answer
Dazzled with unknown and what it conveyed

I bow my head, reach up my hand as I prayed
Sweet butterflies hover by the altar
Songbird cuts the calm with a serenade
I press the palms of my hands together

The farmer and his tomatoes as he sprayed
Munching them after he sprayed the acre
I saw a fox following him with his fur
Like a jackal at the moon as it bayed
Songbird cuts the calm with a serenade**

(c) ladyleemanila

** Rondel

When cold winter decides to leave
And spring comes forth and keeps us warm
And new leaves and blooms start to pop

It is as long as we believe
From white to green being transformed
We have to plant and harvest crop

New thread to spin, new cloth to weave
Great ability to perform
We’ll carry on, let’s not stop

Situation that’s quick to perceive
That is hopefully no more storm
All the greeneries as backdrop

And all the leaves in all places
From trees, shrubberies and bushes

(c) ladyleemanila

Forget the past, concentrate on the present
Present hopefully brighter than the past
Past events, memories and experience
Experience we need to grow up
Up and away we could fly
Fly away, aim high, spirits soar
Soar and roar like a lion
Lion of great power and wisdom
Wisdom learned from the past

(c) ladyleemanila

Here are some flowers in our garden:

In the thick of it we hope to shine through

Let’s be quick even without any clue

Be quick! Be quick! Open the show

Movers and shakers as we grow

So much time, we have a lot to bequeathe

Be quick, don’t sigh and gasp, just learn to breathe

In the thick of it, movers and shakers

Tough but let’s not quit and be some shapers

Light up! Light up! Follow our dreams

We know everything, so it seems

Bark the vision, go for it in rhythm

Light up in the morning, divine wisdom***

(c) ladyleemanila

*** The Staccato

Someday, this will be over–
Only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare

Can this stuff kill me?
Possibly if I don’t take care
Staying home that is the key
This stuff I cannot see
And yet it is pandemic

Lockdown and no shopping spree
Be calm and say my prayer
Can this stuff kill me?
Washing hands thoroughly
Social distancing is required

Home office as I drink my tea
Some news virtually I can share
Staying home that is the key
When will this stuff be stopped?
If we don’t spread it to anyone else

I hope you are taking care of thee
Wherever you are don’t be scared
Can this stuff kill me?
Together we will find the solution
If we work for the common good

Nowhere is safe even at the quay
So I watch telly and sit on my chair
Staying home that is the key
One day we’ll win I come with a plea
In my heart I say the Lord’s prayer
Can this stuff kill me?
Staying home that is the key

Someday, this will be over–
Only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare

(c) ladyleemanila

For: #WQWWC #26: Hope We Can Make It Up Thumb Butte Trail – Marsha Ingrao – Always Write, Writing Wednesday: 26 May 2021 – AngieTrafford


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