AutumnAs the leaves change with the seasonAutumn9 hours ago in Free Verse
painting the landscape autumn colours
my pen flows across this page
sharing the seasons of my soul
spreading happiness and joy to all I love....
© Lis Bull 2015
Considering the SnowThe snow falls steadily, persistent.Considering the Snow21 hours ago in Free Verse
Hurrying along to an unknown agenda
To some appointment, some commitment,
That it would be better to arrive early to.
I imagine all the little flakes with little briefcases
And ties tied in little sturdy knots. I wonder
If you, too, sometimes identify with the weather.
Do you look out windows like this, too?
And think that these tumbling snowflakes,
Should take their time in falling,
Have they maybe booked their day -
A bit - too full?
I pause . . . Consider.
And watch the flecks stream downward -
Sifting, swirling, until noiselessly settling
Their pointless size upon the white,
Magpies' AutumnMagpies croaking their messages and chantsMagpies' Autumn1 day ago in Free Verse
Under a sky of light grey, fleeting clouds
They are reminiscent of spring
Yet, the wind smells of a bewildering autumn
That will soon honour its promise
Of a vermillion blaze of colour on the trees
And untamed storms for every magpie’s song
Whispers Of Goddess )O(Whispers Of Goddess )O(2 days ago in Free Verse
In the depths of the earth
in the mists of human forgetfulness
the destiny is revealed
in our faith
Beings of nature
shamanic masters of wisdom
protecting and healing
our body and our soul
Hear my call
Heed my supplications
I invoke the power of attraction
attracting only the necessary
to my complete satisfaction
and in return to this gift
I become myself the portal
which reveals the wisdom of the ancient gods
I become myself the lantern
which illuminates the darkness of the asleep mind
Here in the terrestrial world
I get the spiritual guidance
through the sound of the wind
Here in the objective reality
I get the protection of the gods
through the energy of the moon
The Goddess speaks to my ears
whispers in my mind
all I need transmit to my fellows
all that is hidden in our subconscious
The veil of Isis is guarding all secrets
all mysteries will be revealed at the right time
and nothing will be like before
You are not here to prove his worth
The Fox (A Poem by me)The Fox.The Fox (A Poem by me)2 days ago in Free Verse
There once was a fox
That lived near some rocks.
He had red-brown fur
And cute black socks.
He had a warm earth
Where he hid during the day
And when it was night
He would come out to play.
When the lights are out
The fox comes about.
He strolls through the streets
Without any doubt.
With his senses so keen
And his fur’s lovely sheen
He’s the handsomest thing that you’ve ever seen.
The Fox is fast
Just watch him race passed.
He yipping and yapping
He’s having a blast.
During a storm
He keeps himself warm.
And hopes that the rain will stop by dawn.
So that is the story of the handsome red fox
With that big, bushy tail
And the cute black socks.
He retreats to his earth
So warm and deep.
He settles down and goes to sleep.
creeka dropcreek2 days ago in Free Verse
sparkling like crystals in the
SPACE RACEStrings and wormsSPACE RACE3 days ago in Free Verse
Holes in space
A cosmic race
Travel through space time
And boggling mine
You Are The MoonThere's beauty in that thickening dusk;You Are The Moon3 days ago in Free Verse
Maturing sun that burns the horizon
With brutal truth and honesty.
Unlike the silver sun that
Blurs the darkness like a chandelier,
So natural in its sterling glow,
But deceitful and dishonest.
Its beautiful lies shattered over lakes,
And washed away to the vast, stormy sea;
A skewed pinprick of light, like a burning candle
Amongst a hundred angry waves.
But your light is natural.
Unlike synthetic bulbs,
Electric lies inside glass globes,
Or manipulative candle light
To illuminate a shining soul.
You are the moon.
An ancient weight of stone,
Resistant to gravity
And observant of the raging
-Dry Rivers-Large paws sink-Dry Rivers-3 days ago in Free Verse
Deep into frozen mists
Kicking up trails behind them
Leaving fissures like dry rivers
Tiny white flakes glimmer
Reflecting the fading light
Landing lightly on tree trunks
On fallen branches that protrude
Puffs of steam trail as he careens
Floating east with the breeze
Up into dormant branches
Eyes fixed, his feet predict
He sways with every step
Head bobbing and weaving
Twisting through Evergreens
His heart burns with a primal fire
Nipping at the heels of his prey
Waiting for just one mistake
Growls are heard in the wood
From his mouth only breath
Hunger runs through him
Through every vein
He was thrown from his home
Furry fuels his need for warmth
Unstoppable after long winters
This brutal fundamental sin
The Wolf claims his prey
Too ravenous to give quarter
Power with every bite
Every tear of fresh flesh
Steam rises from the flowing blood
As it drips into dry rivers
The Deep SeaThe whale humsThe Deep Sea3 days ago in Free Verse
Of its old days
And the wonder of the wide sea
As the storm cometh.
Fear not, child,
For the deep sea sings
HerbstgrueI3eWärmende Sonnenstrahlen,HerbstgrueI3e4 days ago in Free Verse
ein plätschernder Bach.
Beruhigend, gleichmäßig, harmonisch.
Die Grashalme wiegen leicht
in der auffrischenden doch sanften Brise.
Vögel zwitschern über mir
in den Kronen der Bäume
die dank des Windes ständig in Bewegung sind
und doch für immer stillstehen.
Die Äste voll grünem Moos,
dahinter der wolkenlos leuchtend
Im Gras, letzte, tapfer blühende
Blumen; lila, rostrot und weiß.
Hier und dort gefallene Blätter,
jetzt Laub im Gras.
Braun, einstmals grün,
catching spiders catching fliesspin yourcatching spiders catching flies4 days ago in Free Verse
web of lies
you will never catch
the ones worth catching
Fog in PennsylvaniaFall's first blushFog in Pennsylvania4 days ago in Free Verse
Hushed in fog
Helps the weary soul forget...
Yellows, orange, rotting fire--
Pepper the ranks of still-green sentinels.
Hills stand still
As I roll through
On noisy wheels
And take my fill
Of one more passing eternity.
Purple TreeA purple tree growsPurple Tree4 days ago in Free Verse
Twenty seven paces
From the hill,
As it cuts across the horizon.
A gust of feathers
Leaving only a sound of quiet
It clings to the purple leaves,
Rolls down branches,
To float over
Brushing over knees
Whispering in ears,
MoonA figure that gives off light in a run on sky.Moon4 days ago in Free Verse
Single and isolated but stands so tall,
It rocks you to sleep in a silent lullaby.
Autumn FallsAutumn leaves fall beforeAutumn Falls4 days ago in Free Verse
They get a chance to change colors
Littered is the ground
Where trees stand empty
Untitledsoaked in the blood of the innocentUntitled4 days ago in Free Verse
driven only by mad hunger for flesh
isolated to the point of insanity
bloodshot eyes that pierce even the most feared creatures with burning despair
it stalks its prey with such crafty tactics
its nature is of an obsessive one that led by instinct tracks the soon to be prey down
this is one creature no one will see until it is too late
Killer Storm Clouds try to drown usKiller Storm 4 days ago in Free Verse
Winds try to suffocate us
Darkness tries to blind us
Lightning tries to shock us
Close your doors
Make sure to lock it twice
It on my takes a second to end a life
migrationthe birds desperately descendmigration4 days ago in Free Verse
diving into the wire, clutching them like the branches they used to stand on
almost falling but they catch themselves
on the wire with their chipped talons.
it's winter - the empty wind
rushes through their feathers, like thieves
running through the streets
pillaging any ounce of warmth they can find.
there's no time to segregate here
the tawny sparrows roost with the radiant cardinals,
the tired robins tremble beside the little wrens,
they all have snowflakes
clinging to their downy coats.
they sigh, strung on the powerlines
like obsidian beads on a spider string
their wayworn wings struggle to beat any further
and their hearts click like reluctant clocks
the gears starting to misalign
their feathers wilt in the alabaster breeze,
their eyes look to the crystal sun
and their minds dream of earthworms and
the summer soil between their young toes.
they wish for their nests again,
the cups of straw and nectar and stems
that once held so much life
PreyA rustle there,Prey5 days ago in Free Verse
but larger than the wind.
And as if to confirm this,
an eruption of feathers
glows in the light of the moon.
The mouse is caught,
midst fallen leaves,
midst a fall breeze.
But if there ever were a night...
The owl is gone from sight now.
My fire burns low,
the embers swoon
with each cool exhalation.
And I, too,
move ever so carefully,
knowing the owl
watches me too.
Common ShadowAlways by your side,Common Shadow5 days ago in Free Verse
For every step you take
I will be right there with you
This bond we cannot break
When you are frightened,
With fear I will be struck as well
Though your emotions are evident,
For me you can scarcely tell
How it is that I have come to feel
About our forced arrangement
While you gain all the benefits,
It is I who must suffer estrangement
All it is that I can ever do
Is waltz about right after you
As you enjoy a delectable treat
Unable am I to taste the sweet
Watching, weary, wondering
Yes wondering as I begin mumbling
If I deserved such a fate
Shall I always be your mate?
Forced forever in our crude dance?
Will I never once have a chance
To spin and twirl in my own play?
Oh, how I wish for that day
The waspStorm of black and goldThe wasp5 days ago in Free Verse
Blind hate, a gaze to behold
Nothing escapes its furious sight
Nothing stops its dreadful flight
All fear its poisonous might
All flee the swarm, no use to fight
Heart of violence, encased in perfect shape
Dagger of scorn, hidden in beauty’s cape
2015 10 1 0030trees will whisper2015 10 1 00306 days ago in Free Verse
as the rain falls softly
and the soft turn of a page
orange leaves on the ground
is greeted by a dying candle
guttering alone on the end of the wick
UntitledAnd as he wandered he sawUntitled6 days ago in Free Verse
Yet a illusion new,
This was greeted with an "aww",
This tree that still grew.
From the start he was aware,
That such was not true.
This tree was not there,
Their time had been due.
He continued his walk
Across this wasteland,
With the last drop of water on hand.
The last Human with no one to talk.