I Miss YouIt's horrible to say thatMy only way of expressing myselfIs toSing or to writeSongs which seem to have no meaning forYouOr me because history reads there is noUs
Through Your EyesIt was through your eyes that I was able to see,The dark, the light, the grey in-between.Although you only see in black and white,I know that your heart and mind are set right.You wish to run, to explore the world,But without us to return to, in a ball you are curled.Without your ever joyful presence I fear,That I will be losing something very dear:A soul that knows no evil,A mind ever eager,A tail which is never motionless,A friend, who is always there.When I speak my fears aloud,By you, my mind unclouded.So never run away,Don't leave me here astray.
Spring has sprungScent of flowers everywhereOne cannot help but stareFor the beauty surrounds us soAs another season comes and goesTightly coiled for so longBut here we areSpring has sprung
Garter Of VinesGarter of vinesAround the legOf a wood nymphWaiting for himAs she walks amid her forestDrifting into slumber at nightShe dreams of him, the man she met-Years ago, the man she still lovesWorlds apart, but share one heartAs she tends to the trees, she waitsFor him to return, to fulfill-His vow to remove the garterAt long last, he-Arrives, takes the-Garter of vinesAnd they embrace
RainWater is falling, fallingOver the roads it is crawling, crawlingSo gently washing, washingLike a stream softly sloshing, sloshingAround rocks and boulders and treesAnd my feet are wading, wadingWhile my steps are trading, tradingThrough the watry breeze
Lazy Autumn SundayI rake the raining red and goldInto a throne of warmth and fire,And crown the blazing autumn coldWith fallen leaves and scraps of briar.I sit upon this autumn throneBeneath a lazy Sunday sky,And as the trees about me groanI watch the season passing by.No worries hold my breezy heartAs autumn slowly slips away;I simply watch the winter startBetween my sips of Lady Grey.
Sugar candy DelightSoft pink candysugar sweet scentpale in the sunand heaven sentvelvety touchsweet to the eyesswaying gentlyas the air sighscreamy tinged petalsamong the greenshiny dark leavesa picture seenrose of my heartgiving pleasureheavenly beautyand nature`s treasure.© Lis Bull 2014
Winter FliesSnow buzzed aroundLike a cloud of flies,Colliding, careeningAnd bleaching the skyPelting my windowAnd melting awayFreezing coldIs their only stainThese hungry pestsAlways nip your skin,Like mosquitoes, stealingYour warmth from withinAnd when they sleepAtop their groundThey create a quiltYou can't get aroundBut when winter leavesAnd the snow is goneThe real gnats come backWith even worse brawn.
Graveyard of the Great LakesYou walked into the waves and never left.The pebbles scattered underneath the coldclear water once were stones; the foaming crestsnow sinking into sand could once enfoldthe iron-sided ships, and overturntheir weighted hulls to drown their steaming gaspsas algae swamped the deck, and dragged the sternbelow. The shards of driftwood floating pastperhaps were carved from one of their proud sparsand now are worn almost to nothingness.And you were once my friend--you now who arediminished to a ghost I cannot senseunless I stand here in these grasping wavesand feel, with every shock of cold, your grave.
Welcome To The GardenWelcome to the gardenfull of flowers and treeshappiness and sorrowfull of dirt and beesIf you listen closelyyou can here the soundthe crashing of leavesof something homeward boundThe clinging of weedsas the struggle to growthrough the pain and the decayonly they would knowThe humming of fliesattracted to the deathof the leaves and the treesas they take their last breatheThe closing of flowersscared of the coldwaiting to shrivel upwaiting to become oldWelcome to the gardenwere plants come to stayto be bright and colorfulbefore they gray
HullamzoHullámzóSóhajtó óceánokon elvetemült emberekSokasága bujdokol a törvény elől. Menekülnek.Van igazság? Hát miért a törvény?Nem számít semmi, ha jön egy örvény,Mely felkap mindent és aztán lehúzza a mélybe.Törvényt akarsz? Ez az óceán törvénye.
My Deerest PoemGently, your nose brushes the earthAs you graze beneath the tree’s boughThe sun rises and shines across your back in its new birth,Nothing else exists except here and now.In saunter, your hooves skim the earthen floorThen, you raise your head to look at meWith eyes so gentle and deep; my heart is filled with rapportIn your gander, what in me do you see?Abysmal is your gaze with those eyes so darkYour crown is aloft, catching the tree branches as you swayYour ears move in the direction of the sounds you harkAnd warily absorbs the slight ruckus of the autumn dayWith all of your senses heightened, you seem afraidYou move away with wide steps along the groundSomething in the air you sense and evadeThen, you veer off with one great boundFor a moment, I see the sinew of your legs as they move,But in a heartbeat the sound of your hooves grows distantI, however, can still see your form; long and smooth.But even that is gone in an instant.
Four Times A YearSeasons changeFour times a yearSome bringing joyOthers tearsBut whilst the wind may turn to rainThe colours of Autumn are here once again