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  May 25 Lizzie Bevis
Dr Peter Lim
Feel my words
among the flowers
the floating clouds
the moaning of ripples

I've no name
for the road I travel
myself I've forgotten
in not knowing, I revel
Lizzie Bevis May 25
It's raining cats and dogs today,
my tongue the cat has stolen away,
and I watch in silence as pigs fly,
then tumble earthward from the sky.
A cheeky monkey, full of guile,
pulls wool over my eyes, for a while
and as the wolf cries false alarms,
a wild goose chase begins across the farm.

In a China shop, a bull runs free,
shattering porcelain endlessly.
An elephant now stands in plain sight,
as I hold my horses and watch this plight.
The top dog lounges, cool and wise,
as others bark their foolish cries,
up wrong trees, early birds take flight,
to catch the worm before first light.

The lion claims his hearty share,
while flapping fish gasp in open air,
now, take the bull by the horns,
it must be tamed
by a red herring so aptly named!
The cat slips free, the bag is untied,
there are no secrets left to hide,
the bird now sings, a call to all,
"Oh, to be a fly upon a wall!"

©️ Lizzie Bevis
This poem was inspired by British animal related Idioms.
https://englishswami.com/animal-idioms/
  May 22 Lizzie Bevis
Dr Peter Lim
I've enough of myself
silent I'll be:
no more self-talking
beyond joy or misery
Lizzie Bevis May 22
Under my breath,
steam rises slowly
from a simmering wrath
that is about to blow.
And through clenched teeth
many quiet curses seep,
as false calm on the surface
is hard to keep
so, I bide my time,
yes, okay...
I'm fine...
I'm Fine.

But behind this mask
of polite restraint,
my frustration boils,
and my patience is faint.
I am a pressure cooker
set to burst,
as passive-aggressive
pleasantries
conceal the worst
until I am truly
overcooked.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I'm sure many of us have experienced a building frustration like this...
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                   “I am Going to Call for a Major Investigation…”

                             -Our Red Queen on Truth [sic] Social


In Wonderland a new oppressive conjuration -  
His name is Major Investigation
Sent at our screaming queen’s instigation
To drag us all down to her police station

Beginning with Kamala, Oprah, and Bono
For somewhat disapproving of him – oh, no!
The Major will punish their laissez-majesto -
In the name of freedom their heads must go!

(But of course the irony in all this biz
Is that their heads are even larger than his)
Lizzie Bevis May 21
Mapped out scars
on weathered skin,
like journaled stories
etched upon the surface.
Some stay hidden,
top secret,
for your eyes only
locked up deep within.
Each blemish a memorial
to battles fought,
lost and won,
as history was written
in flesh, blood, and bone.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I began writing this poem at 02:12 because I could not sleep.
Timmy the cat and his ****** mittens somehow inspired me to write this as I tend to a scratch I fell foul to when playing with Mr wiggles (a cat toy) yesterday.
She does this thing
a subtle imperfection.

She puts her hair up,
and lets it spill out
along the edges.

Framing her face in sunlight,
diffused just right,
through locks of gold.

Her eyes smile in unison
with the curve of her lips.

Her blue eyes pierce my soul.

And then she laughs,
the sweetest little laugh.

And my heart is no longer my own.
It's her subtle imperfections that make her perfect to me.
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