Snoozing Squeaky

Little old Squeaky
snoozing in the warm
content that's she`s happy
curled up on the sofa arm

settled in for the night
snoozing without a care

enjoy your sweet dreams

while you`re resting there!

(c) Lissie Bull 2018

The Guitarist 
~~~~~~~~~

A lovingly crafted guitar
Six taut strings vibrating with sound
As fingers pluck at the rhythm
While others dance over the frets
For music fills the whole room
A sense of well being is found
Hands moving swiftly with each strum...
Creating wondrous melodies
Watching the pleasure of playing
Feeling the music in your soul
From lovely lilting serenades
To lively jazz and rock and roll
If music is the food of love
Then play on my dear musician

© Lissie Bull 2018

Our Rose

this red rose
you gave me
still grows
in my garden
flowering
every year
just for me

this red rose
you gave me
declaring
our true love
my valentine
happiness
held dear

this red rose
still flowers
without you
I`m holding
onto your love
since angels
took you

our red rose
I hold dear
tiny petals
hold all our
memories
for eternity
my valentine
for ever............


Steve, our red rose, flowers on even though you are gone
reminding me of our eternal love......


© Lissie Poems 2018

Hello Kitty

to watch you snoozing 

your eyes shut against the light

happy in my company

as the day turns to night

love your stripy coat

the touch of your soft fur

as I hold your little paw

and listen to you purr

the love that we share

I hope will never end

so dream on Bubbles

my sweet feline friend

(c) Lissie Bull 2018

A letter from the heart ....



Letter for my dearest.

Steve, where has all those years gone
since angel came and took you away
up to heaven and gave you wings
I will never forget that sad day

Oh my love, how much I miss you

I`m sorry to say I`m tired of this life

of toiling day in day on my own

I just want to be, once more  you wife

now all I hear around me is silence

for your voice is just a distant memory

it hurts to look through our mementos

yet they are so special to our family

maybe I shouldn`t bother you. but

this letter is a sad plea from my heart

my dearest Steve I love you so much

when my time comes, we`ll never be apart

Love and miss you always

xXx

Lightening Strikes

Under the black sky of night

a deep rumbling of thunder

is heard from nowhere

ripping the air to plunder

after a pause in the darkness

a flash of lightening is seen

racing across the entire sky

where silence had once been

white veins of electricity

sheer power across the sky

lighting up the landscape

after Thunder is heard to cry

the stage is set for the show

as Thunder sings their song

and Lightening illuminates

as we the audience look on !

(c) Lissie Bull 2018

image found in nationalgeographical

Victory 

This wise woman stands tall
our world is at her feet
her battle was a hard one
but she would not be beat 

with smoke still in the air
she strides across the field
triumphant from the day
she was not one to yield

lost some friends by the wayside
this day has been so hard
it`s something she had to do
for her rights has been marred

standing there victorious
she knew that she was right
now her world was safe and sound
and she'd sleep sound tonight


Battles are hard but victory can be harder

© Lissie Bull 2018

Ghost Ship

Through the mists of time

with sails all unfurled

she glides majestically
as if she rules the world

billowing white canvases
attached to masts so tall
as the southerly wind blows
this ghost ship follows its call

(c)  Lissie Bull 2018
image found on nationalgeographical

As darkness takes over from day

this world will make it`s own light

flickering in different colours

brightening up another long night

yellows and reds reflected 

like fireflies trying to escape

creating a patchwork of patterns

throughout this urban landscape

(c)  Lissie Bull 2018

Pink Snow

pink snow falling softly

hovering slowly in the air

silently drifting to the ground

covering all with out a care

with soft sweet scent about

filling the atmosphere

all the garden looking good

spring time must be here

green buds start to appear

after petals have fallen

soon trees will have their leaves

as the air`s full of pollen

for spring, glorious spring

has arrived at last

pink snow followed by fruit

nature is full of contrast

Spring time is here with its blossom, colours and happiness...
© Lis Bull 2018

Kitchen's Closed!

Kitchen is closed today

don't want to cook no more

going to have some fun

and not do another chore!

Outside in the sunshine

with many things to see

I'm going to explore

for today I want to be free

Maybe I'll go flying

or travel to the west

see what's under water

don't want to sit and rest!

I'm sure you'll understand

me needing time away

tomorrow I'll be back

so, kitchen is closed today!!

© Lissie Bull 2018

Farewell  !
                 

It`s time to say farewell
this place is just so cold
mum and dad have gone
and now the house is sold

so as I hand over the keys

memories are all I have left

family occasions over

and now I feel so bereft !

this was such a happy place

full of joy and laughter

now it`s just an empty shell

for someone else to look after! 

(c) Lissie Bull 2018

Poetry is a great medicine...

Families are unique, no two are the same !

Mine,  well mine is definitely unusual and unconventional.  Yet while I was growing up, I felt my family was the best!  I have a wonderful childhood and a loving family around me.

However, once I grew up and had a family of my own, I realised that my childhood family had not been as good as I thought it was.  This was really brought home to me when my father died. 

My siblings couldn`t co-operate with each other, there were arguments, disagreements and even fear !  Yes, I couldn`t believe there was fear !!

My father`s estate, who was going to have things in the house.  The funeral was stressful too. Not everyone turned up, but I was able to write a poem and read it at the funeral.

Throughout all this, my poetry has kept me going. Expressing my feelings helped me to cope with my emotions and all that was going on around me. I wrote poems that I couldn`t share with anyone, but they kept me sane (so to speak)

My experiences have made me more determined to help others who are going through or have been through a bereavement. Poetry is a wonderful way to express your inner emotions, the act of putting your feeling down onto paper enables you to see exactly what you are going through and how you feel.

Now that everything is over and my fathers estate is settled, I feel relief.  I can put this all behind me and start afresh.  Concentrate on my children and their future.

So if you find yourself stressed, sad, angry or depressed or even experience a bereavement, always remember that writing you emotions and experiences down on paper can really help you. Poetry is a great medicine !!

Lissie x

Why I write ......

Life is full of many different emotions,  these can be felt in a myriad of ways!

The passion of love, an attraction to our soul mate is a powerful emotion.  To be with the one we want to spent the rest of out life with as they become the centre of our world.

Becoming a parent is an amazing honour, to hold our child for the first time as such a proud moment. Helping them to develop, grow and eventually mature into adulthood. Teaching them the way of the world, to cope with all the things that people, governments and nature in general is thrown at them.  Being there throughout the good times and a shoulder to cry on throughout the sad times.

Acknowledging achievements as the family grows up and children become independent are things that should be noted and recorded. To honour these achievements is a necessity 

not just for them but for us too. memories are formed and held onto for the rest of our lives.

Watching our families move on, fall in love, get married and start families of their own.  Grandchildren to cherish and therefore more memories to collect.

Sadly at some point in life we will experience a death to either a family member or a close friend. This is heart breaking and very emotional. The memories that we have become so important and help us to cope with bereavement.

All these emotions mould us into who we are,  they can strengthen us and sustain us throughout our lives.  I use these emotions, memories and experiences to help me write. For all these are held in my heart, they flow through words found deep within my soul.

My poetry helps me to not explode, like a pressure cooked, writing poems enables me to release the pressure of life but letting my pen flow freely, painting pictures with words from my heart.

I hope I can always be able to write, allowing my emotions to dance across the paper and express my passions whether they are happy, sad, angry or sheer joy.

This is why I write .....

Lissie

dark shadow beneath the waves

sinisterly swimming by

tentively watched over by man

and overseen from heaven up high

(c)  Lissie Bull 2018

image from Realistic Poetry International

Painted paper wings

with spectacular detail

fluttering in a gentle breeze

so delicate and frail

© Lissie Poems 20168