I wish I may – 100 Word Wednesday : Week 49

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Photo by John Luke Laube

I wish I may, hope I can make a wish
Be able to fly like a bird, see the world
I wish I may make a wish, see the world

No pain, no heartache, no misunderstanding
People are sympathetic and help each other
No pain, no heartache, people help each other

A big smile for each one, start the day
“Pay kindness forward” and spread peace
“Pay kindness forward” to start the day

I wish I may, “pay kindness forward”
To be able to fly like a bird and spread peace
No pain, no heartache, big smile for each one

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 49

A Month With Yeats: Day Thirty

from ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’

“And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,” —W.B. Yeats

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The oasis of serenity when everything’s at peace
When things go the other way and I’m still in one piece
Blue sky with cotton like clouds, calm sea, green grass
The sun so strong and I have to wear my sunglasses
Birds flying and singing above me, ah, this is heaven!
I’m distinct and I could feel that I’m one in a billion
The joy of being here, the freedom I feel of love and bliss
And my knight just came back to give me a kiss
This is my favourite place when I want to be alone
For sins I have done, a quiet place to atone
When I want to say thanks for all the blessing I get
Life is wonderful and I have no regret
Or when I want to drown my sorrow and pain
Learn my lesson and get up again

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: A Month With Yeats: Day Thirty, Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #30

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A Month With Yeats: Day Twenty-Eight

Another quote from the poem ‘He Mourns for the Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World’

‘I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West
And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky’ —W.B. Yeats

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When the sun and moon link the day
Is the world full of hope or darkness?
Is the magic wand working or in doomsday?
Are we looking for hatred or can we cope?

As we walk in the woods it became darker
And the strong wind caught us in surprise
Are we going to a battle without our armour?
Do we continue even if we hear the cries?

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: A Month With Yeats: Day Twenty-Eight, Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #28

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A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Six

Today’s quote is from ‘The White Birds’.

‘I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!’ W.B. Yeats

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As the birds soar up the sky
And the sea as blue as your eyes
Builds its nest in the tree, magpie
I’m buoyed up as you are my prize

White foams of the sea are rising
And the dreamers flicker in doze
Don’t forget the stars in bidding
Weariness of the day in prose

As the leaves fall down from branches
The crimson flame of the sunset
The joy I’ve waited in ages
The music heard from the quartet

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Six, Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #26

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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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