Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right placesBeware Of The Bad Boy3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But with a clenched fist and not a gentle hand
By ‘right places’ I mean those easily hidden
By the latest expensive designer brand
Which he buys you to either keep your silence
Or to beg and to plead for your forgiveness
Is this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?
Please explain where is the excitement in this?
So he kisses you with a so-called passion
His hands round your neck steal a two letter word
It seems that he cannot feel satisfaction
Unless you show him signs that his dominance hurts
Which he tightens each time to keep your silence
Or maybe he just enjoys hearing you moan
Is this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?
No, this is your husband and this is your home
So he lays you out on the living room floor
I wonder what will fall down to the carpet first
The drops of blood from between your legs
Or the tears flowing between his regretful words
Which he whispers in your ear as you lay silent
It’s safe to say
DethronedDelicate fingertips were once against my cheek,Dethroned2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as were the smiles that you so affectionately cast towards me.
But then you tossed me into the gaping sea,
and I am no longer a beloved queen to thee.
WordsIt’s when I get my thoughts to rhymeWords1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That I can truly start to see
What has been swirling in my mind,
And then I get to set it free.
A turmoil of chaotic calls
Becomes a desperate, pleading choir
Of thousands of tangled words
Awaiting me to help them thrive.
They cry, and weep, and beg like kids,
Won’t let me drown myself in sleep
Until I give them what they need –
A string of rhythm and sense to grip.
I strive and strive to make them speak
And give them a melodic vibe.
Yet their presence is too weak,
I'm losing hope that they'll survive.
But after stumbling time and time
Again to let them slip away
I start to hear their chime.
I start to see them find a way.
So one by one and step by step
I see them coming up to me.
They join to spin a magic web –
My soul’s true epitome.
And that’s the place they shall remain,
In subtle, fearless accord.
I never thought that I could tame
Such mischievous, capricious words.
So now I’m pacing back and forth
She Does Not Love YouDo not hearShe Does Not Love You7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her glorious speech
Pretend to be deaf.
Elude her hair
Dancing in the air
Don’t think about
Those sunny eyes
Knowing your past
With just one look.
Avoid her laugh
A melody of harp
Played by angels.
She’s hurting you
Giving you false
When she reveals
All her evil plan
You will be broken
Thinking about suicide.
Bury the memories
With you by her side
Even if they are
The best times
Of your life.
A Rainy PlaceWandering roads that branch so I can never seeA Rainy Place20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where the path I choose will likely carry me
Then comes the fear
As apprehension looms above
Like the cloud I am always victim of
Driest days are still enough to make me drown
Happy plays go on in side my little crown
But always in
To show these thoughts enlightening
Speed up the coming derailing
Conclusions crash from up above
To think my mind was stronger stuff
A paper boat
In sea that grows around my feet
The longer I wait with all the thoughts I keep
Mask the way with rain as paved paths taper on
The traveller who must be gone
Then comes the pain
How I cannot be one of them
Who takes a gamble on a whim
Yesterday was long before the one I made
I forget how many of them passed the same
My will is only weakening
Come future I will not be able swimming
Earth to break from where I stand as water falls
Wash the state lethargic I am victim of
Unable to move
Even when all offered it slowly takes
With nothing left I will not wake
DrivenDriven from distractionDriven2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by my dubious reaction
to a well-timed interaction
that once caught me by surprise.
In the absence of direction,
just a simple course correction
in a moment of reflection
has now opened up my eyes.
FoxMagicFoxes mate for lifeFoxMagic2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Weavers of dreams
The needle which sews the night and day
With tightened seams.
Tail ablaze like a torch of ancient light
Dewdrops cling to whiskers white
Claws curled darkly
Painted desert, forest runes
Ancient secrets sworn to keep
Guard and guide us as we sleep
The Fault Lies Ever With Our StarsThe fault lies ever in our stars,The Fault Lies Ever With Our Stars3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the ones we fix to neon lights,
the ones we worship with our eyes
and slice to ribbons with our lips.
“She’s put a few pounds on her hips.”
“His closet was chock full of lies.”
We help them tumble from great heights
and wonder why they bear the scars.
Sweet Music MelodySweet Music Melody lend a mid-night dance to meSweet Music Melody5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh what tender lips are these that lay sweet kisses on my cheeks
Making my bashful heart sing...sing...sing
Sweet Music Melody lend a mid-night song to me
Oh what beautiful notes your voice is to a lovers song
One which beckons a drifting heart home
Sweet Music Melody never let the music end
Never let the song end
Step by step, song by song, one in one, step by step, we are one
You and me
The CashierSitting up straight,The Cashier10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
prissy in a blouse.
She'll put your money in
and take your money out.
Handling the cash.
"Twenties or tens?"
Sign the dotted line,
here's a bank pen.
'Laura' on her name tag.
'Sally' or 'Kay'.
She speaks very sweetly,
"have a nice day."
My Pen won`t FlowMy pen is so shakyMy Pen won`t Flow2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
this ink is nearly dry
scratching across the lines
I`m just wondering, why?
For strong emotions are felt
my heart is pumping fast
though I feel so alone
this state, I hope won`t last
The words don`t come easy
or is it, I can`t cope?
if that is the reason
not too sure there`s any hope
As poems are my life line
expressions of who I am
and if I`m unable to write
then I am just a sham
This feeling is unpleasant
I seem to have lost my way
struggling to let it flow
so I`ll rest my pen today
© Lissie Bull 2014 All rights reserved
Dejar De SerEs fácil dejar de serDejar De Ser2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pero difícil volver a serlo.
Ese rasgo tan frágil
Que te hizo invaluable
Se pudo perder con los años
Ya no eres un Picasso.
Un incierto aire de misterio
Rodea la pérdida
De la cualidad del ser
Ese aspecto invisible
No lo vemos nunca más.
Lo que alguna vez te hizo triunfar
Ahora lo podría tener otro.
Se convierte en una pieza
Regular y sin destacar
Condenada al olvido eterno
Por ser igual a las demás.
Tide Goes in, Tide Goes OutTide goes in, tide goes outTide Goes in, Tide Goes Out3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Media in, and media out
The minds of the masses
Controlled by these asses
The tyrant of the state
The media controls our fate
Idiots holding onto every word
As the fate of our world unfolds
Sweet MagnoliaSuch as the colors of a rainbow so pure and full of hopeSweet Magnolia10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A beautiful shrine encased in woven straw and pine
Sits atop its pedestal as a symbol of life and love
A wonderful gift of innocence from above
Flowers are to a man’s heart peace, pleasure and love
From enemies to lovers their powers are great
Ladies wear its lovely fragrance to compliment their sweet face
While poets speak her name in romantic grace
Painters sketch her loveliness in pastels and soft lace
Such as the colors of a rainbow so pure and full of hope
A beautiful shrine encased in woven straw and pine
Sits atop its pedestal a symbol of life and love
Here AgainMy once comforting diversionHere Again11 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
has begun to spin into
an irrational recursion
and I just don't want to do
the same thing that I've done every time,
it's never worked before,
but still I slip over the line
and go right back for more.
AgeI am the one who brings you fearAge1 hour ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the one you wish not near
Yet here I am, round the corner
Waiting for you to step farther
There is no running my dear friend
We’ll be together till the end
And although now it all seems cruel
You would not want to be a fool
Come with me and let it not wait
For after all, it’s only fate
Now follow me through this doorway
Cause you see, it is your birthday
The Lens Of LifeBeauty is captured in the lens,The Lens Of Life1 hour ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
either of sunsets or glorious bird.
Every inch of skill is important,
from good focus to rule of thirds.
The camera is my favourite toy,
and it makes me open the door and go.
Explore all of this land's splendour,
capture everything until darkness grows.
In one place, it's alive with nature,
where environments are so serene.
I do cherish of what I love,
back when I was a mere eighteen.
Watch the light shimmering on trees,
to the vigorous cascading weir.
Eyes fixated on their potential,
until it weakens and disappears.
Not all days go on like this,
trust the variable weather.
Lack of the sun's power I'm okay,
but everlasting rain I don't bother.
Able to see every small inch,
of my surroundings with perfect sight.
I value this ability,
while seeing insects that shine bright.
Take all these long expeditions,
down many roads as the sun burns.
Shoot, practice and then study,
as the camera helps me learn.
Hours later, on this machine,
when I wanted to be our mo
Gentle ReminderThe chill of rain granting trees reliefGentle Reminder19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The ease of the grass trimmed finely beneath
Chirped gladness filling nature's ears
Sight and sounds echoing through the years
Blinded by sweet nature's light
And, seeking stillness there
Finding out that all things right
Are in the sea, land and air
Try to find true life on a tiny, little screen
Is something that's best left to sleeping's stranger dreams
Sitting at a desk all day with skyscrapers as views
Doesn't help regain something that man tends to lose
Delicate yet quite ornate,
Nature's content to sit and wait
For careful, grateful hands
To touch its fervent lands
And, with their presence, grace
That sweet, scintillating place
And, with their hands, repair
Damage done without a care
Alone it sits and waits
Waits for days like days gone by
When man would sit under a tree
And, never wonder why
Memento MoriUpon the swerving road of lifeMemento Mori1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there comes a time when we all must acknowledge
that end of the road which we all walk to.
It is an end we draw ever-nearer to;
an end we all adhere to.
In our winding train of thought
we all carry that subtle fear of what
exactly we'll find in that pit.
It is a fear we all eventually face;
a fear we all truly misplace.
For on the dusty trail of life
everybody walks it a different way,
but in the end will you step into that pit
terrified and weakened to your very core,
or screaming to the heavens, asking for more?
A Murder of CrowsEyes on the trellisA Murder of Crows2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
-tangled with a pallid rose-
Clear as scented raindrops
falling on her nose.
Pupils but a pinprick
and straining through the night
Shallow breath upon her lips-
shaking from her fright.
Lava flowing- ever slowing-
Echoes from the midnight crowing.
Shadows dancing- shadowmancing-
scented leaves are mind-entancing-
Captured by a feathered wing,
flapping with a hollow ring
Eyes on the trellis
-grasped by a taloned claw-
Clear as foggy lake
all dark with such a flaw.
Ravaged by a spinning dream
and a different kind of crime
where Devil's crows are gliding high
...impervious to time..
Bright Summer NightBrilliant lights that fill the skyBright Summer Night2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watch the awesome colors fly
While the beautiful 4th of July
Competes with glowing fireflies
See the gorgeous little light
That grants its fans a show of bright
And livens up the summer night
Now venture off to bed, sleep tight