Storm CallSeasong carriesStorm Call2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
over water, away
Sailing the wind
To the end of day
High fidelity, hearken
A weather eye
When autumn skies
Clouds scatter and flee
Before taking flight
Between here and away
The moment stretching
The pause between breaths
The calm that comes before the storm...
Ocean already tugs at the lifelines.
A whisper of cooler Atlantean air
The storm comes
From the breath of susurration
To the thundering wave's drums
Inexorably now, it comes.
Caught up by horizon storms
The shore beneath you disappears
The sea provides fair warning.
And from the savage night —
Full-throated furies howl and rage —
High and dry by morning.
Cast up by the sea
Strange creatures and mysteries
Leave beachcombers to wonder
But what the sea provides
The storm-surge yie
Painting the SkyMother Nature:Painting the Sky1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Effortless in her grace,
Flawless in her beauty,
The world a canvas,
With her palate of infinite color,
Any method or tool at her disposal.
She is the master of pieces,
The composer of ancient lyric,
The writer of every story,
The artisan of all trades.
She paints the heavens at dawn
With hues of violet, orange and rose,
And strains the clouds on the horizon.
The rising sun’s light reflecting off their surfaces,
Cascading vibrance onto the weary eyes
Of those in slumber, and those awoken long before.
She calls the birds to sing the melodies
Known to them by heart,
And as they face the new morning,
They bravely sing the intricate verse,
A language all their own,
But one that all are blessed to hear.
She takes her brush and streaks it across the clouds,
And carefully flicking the moisture down to earth
She adorns all things with the finest crystalline water,
Dew covering the grasses,
The weaving of spiders,
The flowers untouched by crude hands.
She gently blows a sin
ForgottenBlot the fetid spews of AutumnForgotten1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every blossom once soft; Now rotten
Vegetation once lush; Now sodden
Swallowed by earth; A promise solemn
All those fallen will birth new pollen
Each lives on; be naught forgotten..
NaiadI am of the tall kelp and hard cliffs madeNaiad3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not bow, I do not break
I am coldness, I am hunger
No one is older, no one is younger
My soul is pure yet deep as the lake
Into which Bedivere returned the magic blade.
If you find me hiding in the reed
Do not be frightened by my blue-grey face
Men who come wish to cover me in dresses
But I’m fine, my dignity saved by my black tresses
Women may leave an offering of delicate lace
Or gold coins, as if my hunger is one of greed.
But don’t come too close to the water brink
I am the guardian of all those who sleep
Eternally in seas dark and rivers wild
I embrace every spurned lover and unwanted child
And drag them down, for my sisters to keep
Close to their hearts, their blood to drink.
each autumn is another springautumns where every leaf iseach autumn is another spring4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
a fumbling wildflower and
every deep sunset where colours bleed
against the horizon,
pools of melted copper and
shreds of cloud like glittering morning
i hope you realise how each
autumn is another spring
three blackbirds fly across painted skies,
tearing up the dust i
can still taste the peppermint the sugar
hills and every midnight, dandelions they
dance in my chalice of
chipped china coffee mugs.
slept, bluebells, baby crocus
buds swept a
peek round my doorway and
I didn't prepare for a drenched bouquet of
silk netted soaked morning lights on
my doorstep when
i'm still dreaming of circled
street-lamp hues as soft as whispers that
hang high above the
dew drops in the air
-come take me there.
SuprasolarWe call it the Local Group,Suprasolar5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
this, our neighborhood of galaxies,
in which only a single star
is even remotely reachable.
And we tell ourselves
to dream big.
That hard work
will get us there.
But on the cosmic scale
our collective capacity
For every star in the Milky Way,
all four hundred billion or more,
there is a galaxy.
Even the Local Group
Yet since dreams are orbital
we hold our breath to reach them.
And when we perish in the vacuum
the stars still burn
everything that matters.
rain angellie down on the smooth footpathrain angel18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
it has been warmed by the sun for
lie down and feel the heat against
your back and the ants that begin
to crawl through your dry hair
and read the sky
spread out your arms on the footpath and
into the roiling black heavens
just wait there, wait until they
open upon you
blotting circles pattern around you until the sky and the path are painted the same
but for a smiling rain angel where you lie
sheltering beneath you
and that strong, heady scent of petrichor that surrounds you
everything becomes wet
carbon, concrete, chlorophyll
the tickling ants run for shelter and you
let this all-consuming deluge wash you away
forget the nuances of a crowded, bustling life
money, jobs, responsibilities
for just a few minutes while the warmth fades
you don't need to be afraid
you are a child of the earth
and free your mind
when you are done and drenched
True BeautyTrue beauty comes fromTrue Beauty2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're inner self,
cosine wavesliquidParabola hits shorecosine waves3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
flattens to 180°
DisdainThe statues crumbledDisdain4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the might of the earth
She holds such disdain
Towards our shattered idols of marble.
The likeness of the stars
Gifted by the gods
Erected upon her surface,
But intolerant is she.
She shakes so harshly
And spits up her core
Betrayed, she feels,
As we put pale ghosts before her.
Winds of ChangeContact calm,Winds of Change1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
You feel me upon your face as you open the window.
A soft breeze,
So delicate to which a flower petal cannot compare.
For that voice you hear in the air so euphonious.
A twist of rage begins my cycle, a force to reckon with.
A cyclone of fury rips across, destruction in my wake.
Calm replaced with chaos, removing everything in sight.
I die down,
Torrential convergence from wild back to mild.
Low Newton-by-the-sea, October 2014 (18th - 24th)a)Low Newton-by-the-sea, October 2014 (18th - 24th)12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
(i.e, Day One)
Ocean burst first
from eggs called seashells.
The Kraken, a baby prawn.
Ceramic fans from pre-Japan
opening up the primordial pearl.
softens to pub-food Swiss cheese.
Barnacle pastry breaking, cracking
open to reveal dinosaur-wells,
excavating the latticework of the sea.
Underneath are the oceans that separated
to rock pools. Rebel lakes who
cut the murk-mahogany woods underneath
waves. One such “weed”,
an octopi’s maple leaf,
lies shipwrecked on a driftwood-dry shore.
The stalk of a crab, breathing out
deep blue treacle from its crimson roots.
The beach thins to a kitchen knife,
stretching into a submerged point
before everything becomes liquid.
the foamy fat.
(i.e, Day 2)
The sun lumped
a dollop of overexposed butter
on to the sea, blinding me
to go the other way.
It’s a mini Gobi,
wet desert safely near
the Blue Drink.
The wind shoves me forward
Morning AirListen to the silent coo of dovesMorning Air3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the early morning
As fresh air seeps in through your window
Having washed the evening's troubles away
Acknowledge the feeling of love
Not burning or seething
But cool and calm and graceful
As I wait for tainted day
Listen to rustling leaves above
Leaving you adoring
Interrupted by car alarms
In the distance far away
Listen to the coo of doves
Before you have to wake up
Under the Banks of the Old Oak Tree Under the Banks of the Old Oak TreeUnder the Banks of the Old Oak Tree3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a place that I went to
when I was young.
I sat there to think,
and contemplate life's greatest puzzles.
It was a place so dear to me.
I would cut through
the dirt roads to find it;
I'd zigzag through
the surrounding trees.
When I would get to it,
I would always take a moment
to look up and admire
the height and strength with which
it stood before me.
When I was done,
I would climb it's thick branches,
sitting in the middle
just high enough to see the sunlight.
I'd relax against
the rough trunk,
stretching out my
tired, tiny legs.
Pulling out my pad and pen,
I'd open up the pages
to a world I never realized,
until later on,
was my escape and safehaven.
I learned here the
great art of philosophy.
That was my Hagia Sophia,
my secret place.
I'd go when life
was just too heavy to bear.
I'd go when I felt weighed down
by the things of today's life.
No one knew where I went.
I never did tell.
I wanted not disturbance,
and tag-a-long shadow
Ageless Steel....the feel of cold steelAgeless Steel....5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
set out in the open
for what was once so hot
is now dead metal
tinged with flaked rust
from the weather
strong as before
against the elements
longer than me
swamping the steel
twisting round each bar
as it takes over
from the future
each pointed piece
poking through leaves
black against the green
soon to disappear!
crafted on a forge
shaped on an anvil
stands the test of time!
© Lissie Bull 2014
Rainpitter patterRain1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sounds that tell you it's here
the sweet smell
the cooler temperature
of a great day
rain boots in a puddle
colorful domes we are under
to keep us dry
the dark clouds parting
to a blue sky
red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet
double rainbow in the sky
sounds that are going slower
to a sunny day
RainDrip drop, drip dropRain2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clouds are peeing on the crop
blue risingAlongside a beach holding mile-long wavesblue rising3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
That leap startled to the slushy sand of the sea
From the yellow glow of a lighted match
And its sharp scratch,
Its voice warm in its cove.
'Cross the sun lands and the black beating hearts
Beneath the moon that glows blue with the skies
And each pane pushing low
And each farm and its fields
Till three, two, one, sleep, tap, a quench,
Quick prow to the sea, loud and large as his father's voice.
He then throws, his spurt littler than half-speed,
The fiery ringlets of the sea!
An Entirely Different SpaceA vast ocean before my eyes.An Entirely Different Space3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I splash into a whole different world.
Sunlight seeping through the gentle waves.
So many shades of blue before my eyes.
I dive down deeper.
Silver coins dance and are happy to see my presence.
But they swim away from loud clicks and whistles.
Deeper and deeper I go.
The bright rainbow of blue grows more murky,
More frightening. I'm frightened.
I don't see them,
but I sense the presence of something greater.
A large presence staring me down
Behind the black silk curtain.
I'm in the spotlight,
Being judged if I'm a friend
Or another tasty meal.
A sudden noise jolts me awake.
"Beep, beep, beep"
My oxygen is running low.
The eyes I felt are no longer there.
I slowly ascend back to where I belong.
And spin tales of my trip to space.
On a cold morning shadows on a wallOn a cold morningOn a cold morning shadows on a wall5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
shadows on a wall
a red brick wall.
a hazy blue sky.
Look Around YouLook around,Look Around You5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
See how life moves on.
See that old lady with her hat,
See that child holding his mother’s hand.
See that sparrow flying above,
See this world, so full of love.
See how time ticks on.
Cherish everything before it’s gone.
See that couple across the street,
See those lovebirds in their tree.
Halt your steps and feel that breeze,
Appreciate everything that you see.
Close your eyes,
Hear the sounds of life.
The river gurgling happily away,
The leaves rustling as trees sway.
Cathedral bells that start to toll,
Bees that buzz and doves that coo.
The simple joys of life all start small,
May you enjoy your days more and more.
Feel the warm sunlight on your skin.
See those flowers blooming in the spring,
Red cherries bright against their leaves.
The children are playing hide and seek,
Their tinkling laughter echoes in the wind.
I stood under the tree, watching this scene,
Hoping someone would join me,
And set me free.
Listen to me,
Know that I
Huron de Fuego (Fire Ferret Poem)En español In EnglishHuron de Fuego (Fire Ferret Poem)5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hurón de Fuego Fire Ferret
pequeño pero poderoso small but tough
corriendo y canzando running and hunting
en el bosque in the forest
Hurón de Fuego Fire Ferret
con un abrigo de fuego with a coat of fire
eres misterioso &
Les Etoiles - POQ Challenge #11 Les Etoiles - POQ Challenge #11Les Etoiles - POQ Challenge #115 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The stars dance and glow,
happy to see the people below.
Their light caresses lovers
wrapped in another's arms.
Their mother, Moon, watches
over them with amusement:
"Silly ones, with antics
that hold so much innocence."
Their names are many,
changing through the days and years.
How could they stay the same,
when the people who create them
pass away so easily?
They've been born
with the times of Solomon
and Shakespeare and Einstein.
They know them all.
The stars have seen the coming and
going of Egypt,
the rising and falling of Rome,
and the birth of America.
They were there to cheer
at each of our births,
and will be there to weep
as we take our final breaths.
They shine and twinkle,
awing many people.
They act so innocent in
their brightness, but
they actually know more than
we even could.
The stars were there on
the first days,
to dance at the will
of the Creator.
They will be there when
we all go Home again.