Majestic Matriarch

These awesome mammals

pachyderms that walk the land

dominating the horizon

looking so majestic and grand

Plodding through the sparse scrub

she`s watching every thing around

able to keep the herd in check

with just one single low sound

Her presence is so powerful

yet she`s such a loving creature

need to protect these elephants

they are a national treasure

With two curled ivory tusks

and her long slender trunk swaying

this wonderful old matriarch

her sparkling eyes she`s displaying

So through this awesome landscape

watching these animals walk by

lets remember they are dwindling

we need to keep the numbers high

Standing here watching the Savannah

knowing all life here has it`s worth

I love to see the creatures roam

admiring all of Mother Earth

© Lissie Bull 2014 

Photo titled "giant" taken by DaSchu and found on DeviantArt

Tiger

each stripe is different

every coat, unique

awesome camouflage 

at nature`s boutique

moving through jungle

in silent stealth mode

seeking his next meal

as his bright eyes glowed

hardly visible

to the naked eye

this tiger`s walking

confident and sly

this majestic king

so endangered there

it`s up to us to help

save him, we must care

oh tiger tiger

for this is your hour

a symbol of freedom

such grace and power

There is a need to save these wonderful creatures

Inspired by a watercolour painted by Olechka01 found on DeviantArt

© Lissie Poems 2014. 

Name Verses

These little verses about peoples personalities

using their names are great fun 

and they make wonderful gifts.

© Lissie Bull 2015

Nap Time

Oh for a little nap time

to curl up without a care

this looks like a great place

so tired, I`ll sleep anywhere

camouflaged among the cacti

while offering me protection

these little spikes are comfy

hiding me from detection

so as I slumber peacefully

where I can dream a lot

please let me sleep contently

in my little napping spot

(C) Lissie Bull 2017

image found on boredpanda

Growing up in Horton

Such an idyllic country childhood

growing up in the middle of nowhere

two farms, one shop and a big churchyard

spending hours playing without a care

racing each other on our Go-Karts

along hedgerows with loads of pickin`s

smells, bells and herds of brown cows

not forgetting all the clucking chickens

playing cricket on the Rectory lawn

trying hard not to break a window

off to the shop with our pocket money

amazing how far six pennies would go !

friends altogether in the summer sun

playing on the swings or hide and seek

daring each other to pinch some cakes

if you were caught, you`d be in for a week!

with imaginary games and daisy chains

riding on tractor trailers and much more 

remembering such a carefree childhood 

brings back wondrous memories galore

© Lissie Bull 2018

Sun speckled Madonna

Sun light filters through

creating patterns

so illuminating

like fine crafted lace

with bright blue eyes

watching every thing

protected from the heat

not taking any chances

shining lips so red

as the sun flickers by

they beam with a smile

while hiding under cover

skin so smooth and pale

hiding from this heat

dappled with white lace

my star splashed Madonna

© Lissie Bull 2018

inspired by a photo "Star Splashed" by MordsithCara on DeviantArt

Power cut …..

Writing can be a form of escapism enabling doors to be opened into other worlds.  
The pen is the key that allows the writer to step over the threshold and experience new adventures,  painting pictures of these worlds by transporting the readers there.

However, when there`s a power cut... the writer shuts down !  The pen is shelved and there`s silence across the pages.  This means the doorway remains locked.

Poetry comes from the inner self and will flow freely in the light of day. Emotions, whether happy or sad empower the poet, allowing the words to dance across the pages. 

Today the power was cut and my pen remained still. No words painted pictures for others to enjoy. Silence all around.  Emotions still run strong but are unable to be expressed !

What will happen in the light of a new day I`m not sure but if the power is back on …. my pen will be very active once more !

Let us wait and see what happens ……. !!

A New Day.

Each day is different
and that's how I like it
never knowing what will happen
mysteries are a great hit

Get up each day and wonder
what will be, will be, I know
let's get going and face the world
it's time to get up and go!

Meet and greet new people
with so many places to see
want to experience everything
then find out what I can be

So never be afraid to try
and expand your little world
wear a smile upon your face
and see new horizons unfurled 

© Lissie Bull 2018