Saturday 31 March 2018



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






















Thursday 29 March 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










Wednesday 28 March 2018


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












Tuesday 27 March 2018


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


Sunday 25 March 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

Saturday 24 March 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







Thursday 22 March 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

Wednesday 21 March 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


Tuesday 20 March 2018



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