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Gentle kind soul,
I see the tears you weep,
as you sit in quiet vigil
while the world is asleep.

The world's weight has settled
in your bones tonight,
leaving you wishing for peace,
instead of a fight.

Kindness flows from you
like steady breaths, so deep;
While others dream and slumber,
your selfless mind still seeks.

I sometimes watch
as your mind creates storms,
and your eyes rain with mercy,
as you care for all.

Your heart overflows
with hopes and dreams,
while time, like a fish,
swims quickly downstream.

Silhouetted by moonlight
spilling through the window pane,
its presence is a thankful kiss
that softly speaks your name.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis May 25
Shoulders back,
chin up high,
I'm trying to look normal,
but this ID tells a lie,
and it is making me look
like a criminal.

This photo is ideal
with a serial number
on a mugger's profile,
on a database all alone.
My identity is distilled to this:
a stranger with a face of stone.

The camera captured everything
except my personality,
my smile, my kind eyes
and what makes me, me.
As my face became a moment,
falsified for bureaucracy.

©️Lizzie Bevis
  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/
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