A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-four

Today’s quote is from ‘Easter, 1916’.

‘We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead; ‘ —W.B. Yeats ‘

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How do we remember the men we’ve lost?
In our dreams we tossed and tossed
How can we tell them they’re still being missed?
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That every day, especially on this crisp autumn day
We think of them and start to pray
Their memories still linger and they’re not forgotten
And our witness the moon and the sun
That what they’ve done are truly appreciated
We won’t be here had they not spilled blood
Would wearing poppies and lighting candles do?
Would that be enough for what they’ve gone through?
Men of valour and courage going to war
From a distance a tune from a guitar
Every generation, there are some reasons
Some privates, sergeants and captains
Of why men waged wars against each other
We send them there, some still boys and girls
Not knowing whether they’d still come back
The experience they’ve got, we don’t really know
And when they come back, are they still whole?
Our heroes, our loved ones, their sacrifices

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-four, Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #24

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First Line Friday -November 24th, 2017

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Below them, the dark streets
beckoned with crimson light

decorated like some treats
children playing with delight

he was there, meandering
on side streets looking for her
no one was around, that’s baffling
he left with such anger

where was the mobile when needed?
some events that couldn’t be deferred
on happiness, remorse could be blighted
some things left unanswered

perhaps they were meant not to meet
a learning experience of what wasn’t to be
and hopefully one cannot repeat
not good we all agree

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: First Line Friday -November 24th, 2017

Thursday photo prompt – Bleak – #writephoto

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I was wounded and tears in my eyes, I looked for you
In the forest the grass was still wet with dew

I heard a sound weaving through the greenness
“Is that you? Are you hurt? I cried in bleakness

Picking a bow and a bullet, my anxiety was rising
Not knowing what to do, my heart and soul aching

Where are you? Can you hear me? Odd feeling
I carried on even though I’m still bleeding

The silence had bitten deep than the horror
I tried to focus but everything was a blur

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Thursday photo prompt – Bleak – #writephoto

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Tale Weaver – #147 – What Brings me Joy in Shadorma

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What brings joy?
Him Indoors and son
My mother
My siblings
Our love, our health, our career
That we’re still here

Our garden
Flowers, trees and pets
Air we breathe
Sun and moon
Challenges we take with love
Experience we share

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Tale Weaver – #147 – What Brings you Joy??, November Shadorma: 23 of 30

A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Three

Today’s quote is from ‘He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead’.

‘…your hair was bound and wound
About the stars and moon and sun:’—W.B. Yeats

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night
with you
as we grew
tender embrace
challenges we’ve gone through
forgive me when I’ve hurt your grace
the sky with the stars and moon in their place
with you as my knight always relieving our plight
some of our history we can retrace
bad memories we can erase
to gather what is due
without a race
sky’s blue
so true
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(c) ladyleemanila 2017

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For: A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Three, Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #23

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