Such a day as this......

After such a day as this, I feel so drained

Tried to get through it without getting pained

Sadly though I was not very successful

This day turned out to be hugely stressful

Nothing went to plan as the day progressed

But this is something that can be addressed

Listening to each other. then have your say

Communication`s the order of the day

Be fair and gentle, speak what`s on your mind

Politeness costs nothing as you will find

We all need to talk to one another

Every parent, child, sister or brother

If all goes wrong, don`t just stand there and yelp

You  shouldn`t be afraid to ask for help

So for honour and trust you have to earn

This is a lesson I`m willing to learn

We all have our off days, each and every one of us,

but if we learn from them, we will all be better people.

© Lis Bull 2013

A glimpse of red fur

A glimpse of red fur in the night
Bright flash of eyes are then seen
And a streak of white tipped tail
Are signs of where it has been

There`s silence in the suburbs
Though they scurry all about
Scrambling through the rubbish
Searching for food with their snout

Only seen in din street lights
As they saunter all around
Their pups following along
Here they`re not chased by a hound

Able to blend in to the night
Foxes are resilient
So alert to all their world
These creatures are brilliant!


Saw a fox running along our street, in and out of the lamp lights....

© Lis Bull 2013

Missing you Sid

Once you were there beside me

Loving and caring for all

But now I stand so alone

As if I`ve taken a fall

There`s a new angel in heaven

As you`ve been given you wings

So missing your great wisdom

Now you`re with the kings of kings

Memories are important

Your photographs I treasure

Holding on to all we had

Knowing you was my pleasure

Please wrap your wings around me

I`m struggling now you`re gone

Finding myself feeling low

I just need to carry on

So rest now your battle`s done

Let the angels care for you

For you were a gentle man

Wonderful your whole life through

© Lis Bull 2013                

Gold dusters

Bright colours, sweet scents, beauty of Mother earth

Living works of art,  giving of all their worth

Powdery pollen among velvety petals

Wafting sweet odours that floats then settles

With the sun blazing down, nectar in the air 

This fusion of dust is nature`s golden prayer

The sounds of Mother love in her prime

As new creation is a moment in time

From vivid butterflies to striped bumble bees

That visit these flowers in the gentle breeze

Where the pollinators duties is fulfilled

For Mother nature`s wonderfully skilled

So as new beginnings start to take hold

There`ll be new colours and scents to behold!!

© Lis Bull 2013                

29th December 2013

The Prisoners of War!

Standing there behind the wire fence
Staring at their cold hearted guards
Dressed in old dirty rags, they watch
knowing their demise is on the cards

Bare footed they have trudged along
Wandering how long until their death
They`ve existed through this hell hole
Just waiting to take their last breath

They hadn`t done anything wrong
Caught up in these terrible things
But now they were going to die
These were chains around them, not strings!

The silence is pierced by a scream
Followed quickly by a gun shot
Then all went quiet once again
Not just shocked, they were all distraught

But their guards did not seem bothered
They just carried on as usual
Some lit up smokes to keep going
Others stood around all casual

No one knew who`d be the next one
As they shuffled forward again
Was this violence necessary?
They were all going to be slain

Rat-a-tat-tat silence is broken
The whole area exploding
Gun fire, men running, confusion
There`s a feeling of foreboding

Then out of the blue there comes help
Some blankets and a caring hand
After the guards are defeated
They`re led away from this bad land

All the memories of that war camp
Have changed their outlook as a whole
The friends that were lost for ever
Embedded deep within each soul


I never know where my poetry will lead me and this one is no exception!


© Lissie Bull 2013                

The forgotten wishing well 

Near the bottom of the garden

dug deep into the hardy ground

there stands a special wishing well

not many folk know it`s around

three feet wide, with it`s sides so straight

very deep you can`t see it`s base

I'm sure if you looked hard enough

you`d be able to see a face

as I have said to you before

this is a very special well

when the new moon is shining bright

drop two coins in and make a spell

if the new moon is bright enough

then your little spell will come true

but please be very careful now

once started you`re to see it through

if you refuse to complete it

there`s a forfeit for you to pay

this may not be very pleasant

but I'm sure you will find a way

take care my inquisitive friend

that`s why the wishing well is here

down the bottom of the garden

no one will see you disappear!!

              

Stories with a twist are great fun to do!

© Lissie Bull 2013  

Mister Robin

The muffled silence of this winter garden

Sparkling with ice on the branches of trees

The festive season is here once again

Wild life still thrives even through this freeze

For snow has settled on every surface

Paw prints make patterns in the deep crisp snow

There amongst the branches he sits watching

Mister Robin`s bright red waist coat for show

Looking smart as he`s dressed in his finest

His chest puffed out with pride for all to see

Singing his song as he views the garden

From way up high in his snow covered tree

With black beady eyes darting all around

There`s nothing he`ll miss from his world on high

From the fat house cat to the grey pigeon

He`s waiting his supper, he`s so sly !

Love that the festive season has started

For white powered snow is found everywhere

Mister Robin is perched on my apple tree

Looking like a very smart millionaire!             

I remember watching a little red robin in my parents garden, 

It use to sit the handle of my father`s spade.

 

© Lissie Bull 2020

Working Past!

Stepping back into the past, can this be a mistake?

For what was once a thriving scene can cause pain and heart ache

All is desolation in this sad derelict space 

Fallen plaster, missing doors, not much left of this place

Many smashed window panes letting the wind whistle through

The ceiling has collapsed, not safe for any of the crew

In what was the office, a small tree is now growing

A leaking roof, how bad it is, no one is knowing

I remember when this was a thriving business here

When many worked within these walls, there was much to cheer

As buildings fall into ruin, only memories remain

All that`s left is for nature to take over again

© Lissie Bull 2013