Burnt Toast

I burnt the toast.

Forgot to watch;

Blackened smoke,

Nearly choked.

 

Silly me

Forgot to watch;

I burnt the toast,

Nearly roast.

 

Silly me

Forgot to watch

Burning bread

Almost dead.

© Liola Lee 2006

This short poem was long listed in the Bridport Prize 2006 

It was inspired by a real life incident. This short poem was based in truth! Who would have thought that those few short verses would have had any impact! But they did! The Bridport Prize is wonderful competition for everyone!

 

 

Virus

Yellow and bright, a flowering might,

Daffodils, Narcissi, Forsythia,

Blooming bold, Nature’s gold.

Trees in bud, leaves glowing green,

Spring awakening, a sight to be seen.

Winter behind us, Summer ahead

This time now, heavy as lead.

A virus moving, globally spread,

Sneaking among us, making some dead.

We know you are there, laying your curse,

For some not felt, for others a hearse.

I think it’s time to rise and say,

A cure we’ll find, beyond delay.

The World Unite, be as One,

become connected, work to be done.

We all have a duty of care to attend;

if as a race we want this to end.

 

© Liola Lee 2020

We are all in this together! Let’s support each other and work together to overcome this! Stop the panic buying, there is enough for everyone if we just shop as normal! Keep your distance and stay at home, unless it is absolutely necessary to go out for the reasons given by the Government! Help those who need help! Think before you buy! Think before you go out to the shops, to the park, to anywhere really. We can beat this if we all pull together! And remember, there is always someone worse off than you! Get things into perspective! Show loving kindness to everyone, and help whenever you can! 

Blessed be!

Liola x

 

Here and there ~ Part 3

To date we have managed towards self-destruct,

The future’s not rosy, probably fucked.

If Hope you will stand

the weakness of man;

I beg please forgive him;

with you, win we can.

Strong growing stronger

Force of Peace spreading wide;

together united,

Man, Woman, Child.

Invisibly bonded, links heaven borne;

chains of Freedom, earthly adorn.

A thousand million of people alive;

the way could be forward;

believe and survive.

Cast out the evil,

discard all the rot;

Cupid’s bow empty,

arrow now shot.

Our hearts our now open,

ready to learn – Love,

you’re the answer;

press forward return.

All you need is Love –

so the song said;

Life’s Love,

Love’s Life

Else existence is

Dead.

© Liola Lee 2007

Part 3 of a poem (please see previous 2 posts to read parts 1 & 2). This last part seems almost a little relevant in these truly strange and uncertain time.  I wrote these in 2007.

 

 

Here and there ~ Part 2

In those early joyous days,

in times long gone now far away;

rational reason still to gain;

thought from heart, vacant brain.

‘I think, therefore I am’ once said

a Philosopher released long dead.

Stranger thoughts have been conveyed,

to minds quite thwarted, yet unmade.

Arise my champions, grown from seed;

come do battle, help me please.

Guide me forward, abolish greed.

Worthy warriors – blessings all;

hear my summon, heed my call.

First, I call on Courage, request that you endorse,

strength of conviction combined with force.

Allied with Courage, I plan to battle,

confront rage, withdraw, shake, rattle.

You Knowledge gathered,

learned, studied, read

facts in abundance

inside my head.

Present said facts in single file,

prioritise, order, self-denial.

Knowledge deployed strategically well;

informed reaction rings all bells;

Maturity, age, time well observed

Wisdom to Knowledge help and preserve.

Faith, I now ask you,

stay make your way

to front this army,

coloured not grey.

Grant us that feeling,

kindred spirit named Hope;

silencing doubts,

fears envelope.

Put paid to the worries,

an end to the fears;

give Strength to make Courage;

a future more years.

© Liola Lee 2007

Part 2 of a 3 part poem

Finding my way

Three steps forward, six steps back. Seems to be how it goes for me just now or not even just now but for ages. I get all fired up and impassioned (is that a word?) with ideas, thoughts, musings and plans for new projects of this, that and the other, only to find the wind blown out of my sails surely and suddenly from something or someone or most likely my own sensitive/oversensitive self.

Growing up, my Dad, my beautiful and oh so gentle Dad would tell me quietly on one and many occasions that I was too sensitive! My beautiful Mum would reinforce this idea of me being too sensitive or oversensitive but in much more direct terms.

And yes, they were both right! I am sensitive! Or over sensitive by many but not all people’s standards! I take things to heart! I over analyse! I think too much! I overthink everything! I hurt easily!

I am it seems, apparently an empath? I feel what others feel! Not only emotionally but sometimes physically (I get aches and pains, sometimes for no apparent reason and they seem to mirror those of people I am close to). I pick up on people’s moods, tensions and even thoughts. I do not want to if I am honest but it is just how it is.

I carried out a bit of research on this, and discovered that being an Empath is not all bad.  In fact, it seems that it can even be a gift, if I can learn how to psychically protect myself. I am trying to learn various techniques to do just this: from buying an Obsidian Unicorn to visualising myself surrounded by a circle of white or pink light (place myself in a protective bubble as it were). Sometimes it seems to work but then sometimes, the bubble bursts and all hell breaks loose!

The thing is, I am only just learning who I am! I am, I guess like many people, a work in progress, still being sculpted, moulded, designed and created or maybe recreated.

I am not there yet! I have, I think a long way to go but I am on a journey, my journey. I am not sure where I am going just yet but I will get there in the end!

Wishing you all well on your journey! Let’s exchange stories as we go!

Blessed be!

Liola x

© Liola Lee

Just before my husband left for fishing we were discussing something said from yesterday evening, and he told me I was far too sensitive.