In binary code,  
the logic flows,  
as patterns of zeros
and ones in rows.
Gradient descent,  
fine-tunes the art,  
adjusting its core,  
reviews from the start.
The errors are managed,  
the insights spin,  
as the machine grows wise,
and an algorithm begins.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Fragrant breeze whispers,
Blossoms bloom in vibrant hues,
Nature's symphony.

          Golden sun shines bright,
          Warm rays caress sun-kissed skin,
          Summer's vibrant dance.

               Leaves ablaze with gold,
               Crisp air whispers change is near,
               Autumn's dormant song.

Snowflakes drift and fall,
Icy winds howl through bare trees,
Winter's stark beauty.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In life’s swift current,  
we shared a glance,  
as fleeting souls
in a silent dance,
both rushing along
busy city pavements.

A smile exchanged,  
a moment's grace,  
for a brief second
your gaze met my face
and we became  
more than strangers.  

©️Lizzie Bevis

Beneath the Eiffel's iron lace,
A tabby cat prowls with feline grace,
Past Arc de Triomphe, she sets her pace,
On moonlit nights down the Champs Élysées.

Prowling around cafés and bustling streets, She slips into wine-soaked conversations, Witnessing love's soft declarations,
While dodging bikes and hurried feet.

Her whiskers twitch at fresh baguettes,
As dawn breaks on the Seine's calm flow, Lounging, watching artists come and go,
From her sun-kissed, with a view parapet.

Notre Dame's gargoyles watch her pass,
Through shadows of restored spires,
In all its reverent wonder, to be admired
As pigeons scatter on morning mass.

Up to Montmartre's charm and winding ways,
She naps peacefully on warm window sills,
As church bells toll from sacred hills,
Lost in the wonders of her Parisian days.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In selfless hearts,
love's light will glow,  
as a gentle touch
or pleasant hello.
With open arms,
sharing grace,  
in every smile,
a friendly embrace.  
No strings to bind,
no chains to hold,  
just a warmth that’s pure,
like a touch of gold.  
In every soul,
its presence we find,  
an Agape love
unbiased and kind.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Madam, in eden, i’m adaM.
Eve did the deed
and deified god,
He has his eye on you,
Dennis and Edna sinneD
too.

Won’t lovers revolt noW?
We do not say a peep as
We panic in a peW
Because
He lived as a devil, eH?
Wow!

Sir, i demand, i am a maid named iriS.
Ma is a nun, as i aM,
Never a foot too far, eveN.
Red roses run no risk, sir, on nurse’s ordeR
But, red apples and serpents do.
Tut, tut, tut.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Using the power of brain cells
whilst wordsmithing…
researching,
making notes
and of course,
drinking buckets of tea.

I feel that advanced technology
is going to break our art,
as AI will scour the internet,
ripping it apart
to reassemble information
into some Frankenstein monster
in nano seconds, rather than hours
and that actually kind of makes me sad.

Will AI take over everything?
Will we battle with the machine?
What a crazy lazy world
we would live in!
shudders at the thought

©️Lizzie Bevis

Ambition's wings
soar as a driving force,
elevating thoughts
to chart a new course.

Yet, talented minds,
grounded in place,
disengage gifted brains
wasting this space.

This unfurled potential
a bird's dream of flight,
without a thought or clue
of where it is migrating to.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In my room where chaos reigns,  
papers tumble and flutter,  
scattered through the air  
like long-lost planes,
as I navigate the clutter
of this whirlwind of disorder  
and sift through scattered pain,  
longing for a spark of order  
beneath this mountain piled here  
somewhere, my creativity remains.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Whiskers twitching, sharp and keen,  
prowling silently, slinking, unseen.  
With curious eyes, so alert and bright,  
investigating all within their sight.  
So lithe and nimble, quick to pounce,  
on playful paws as they bat and bounce.  
A skilful mouser, stealthy predator,  
a beast of surprise and graceful wonder.  
Yet gentle too,
when snuggled up having a nap,  
curled up and content in my cosy lap.  
As comforting purrs soothe my weary soul,  
making me feel loved, at peace and whole.  
My treasured companion and loyal friend,  
Aloof yet loving, wild yet tamed,  
my mysterious moggy a master of might,
endlessly captivating me with pure delight.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In this gloom-filled cast,
conscience is awoken,  
to shattered trust
and hearts now broken.
  
With whispered sighs,
seeking to mend,  
to heal the rift  
and be a friend.

Seeking forgiveness,
bridging the divide
to plead, to beg
to swallow pride.

For love’s own sake.  

©️Lizzie Bevis

In the quiet of a cluttered room,
a glimmer flickered, an idea in bloom.
I held it close, a thought so bright,
now lost in clouds,
drifting out of sight.

A glance, a turn, a fleeting chase,
I search the corners, I scan the space.
It danced on the tip of my eager mind,
now a whisper, elusive,
and unconfined.

Was it a word, a thing, a dream
or a thread of a half-formed theme?
Time ticks on, relentless and still,
as I shuffle through remnants,
against my will.

Where did it go, this moment, this spark?
Did it slip through the cracks
and into the dark?

I pause, I breathe, I let out a sigh,
in the chaos of life, as my thoughts fly
out the window or through the door,
leaving me stumped
and pondering once more.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In the depths of despair
hope will fade,
and emptiness will follow;
But, you are not alone there.

A heartbeat within
wills you to be strong,
to find yourself
and carry on.

So, take a breath,
let it in,  
Love begins,
let it go…

©️Lizzie Bevis

In peaceful darkness,
my heart stood still,  
Four minutes were lost
against fate's will.

My quiet breath,
the silence was vast,  
In that fragile pause
I faced my past.  

Then the hands of angels
pressed firm and true,  
until CPR’s rhythm
finally broke through.  

I was lucky to rise,
I danced with light,  
and from the edge of death
I won the fight.

©️Lizzie Bevis

My aching limbs and heavy sighs,  
as morning light hurts my weary eyes
and every movement feels like a chore,  
as time slows from the weight of it all.

Although every step may feel like lead,  
and thoughts of rest fill my weary head;
I'm determined to try anyway,
with a will to rise and seize the day.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Up in the blue sky,
the Cirrus clouds float,  
like wisps of silk and a downy cloak
Their soft waves beckon a warming sign,  
welcoming change as the sun begins to shine.  

Cumulus clouds slowly drift
like fluffy cotton spun,  
Puffy and bright as they bask in the sun
Yet, watch them swell with thunders roar,
as a heavy Cumulonimbus bursting into downpour.

Stratus clouds spread wide,
like a soft grey sheet,
Draping the landscape where the earth and sky meet.  
Bringing light drizzle, a misty blight
and a low foggy veil in the quiet of night.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Oh sweet Cupid,
with wings so light,  
he found me alone,
lost in thought's plight.  
My musings were clear,
and in playful sway,  
He aimed with a grin,
then took aim to play.  

That arrow flew swift,
its aim was true,  
and with a single strike,
my heart he pierced through.  
He stole my breath gently,
in love's sweet embrace,  
In that moment, I fell,
lost to passion's grace.

Now my heart sings,
it beats a new tune
and...
       I have
             fallen
                 head
                        over
                              heals
                            ­        In love
                                            with
                                                   you.❤

©️Lizzie Bevis

Like a cluster of dandelion seeds
in time we will grow
yet, eventually, with a gentle puff and blow
we will sail along the breeze
by the long grassy meadows,
over babbling brooks or flowing streams
gleefully dancing with tall leafy trees.

Spinning and gliding
the adventure,
the brief rapture...
as I land amongst the dust
separated and alone.
I am destined to nurture all I have left
as we drift apart
into scattered and distant memories.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Dear Lizzie,
I wish I knew then,
what I know now
before I married him
and made those vows.

I think about the past
every day and night,
and I try to stay focused
and do what is right.
But, I can’t discard
the unpleasant memories of him.
I thought that with time
they would dissipate,
but much to my chagrin
they linger and stay with me
and I try to forgive him, but I cannot.
Those memories still haunt me,
but he all too easily forgot.

With relief,
I battled and our marriage ended
but I still despise him for pretending,
Our children suffered
because he made our lives miserable
and he tore mine apart.
We were all left hurting
and he completely broke our hearts.

But Lizzie,
Never forget how strong you are,
like a phoenix from the ashes you arose, burning brightly like a star.
I know you won’t feel the same as I do now,
and you do not deserve
to feel ashamed orblamed
for your desire to flee to safety
with your family.

After all,
Life is for living
and you are not a dead weight,
I guess the past has taught us lessons
and that this is was just my fate.

Years have gone by since then
and I am still healing,
I must accept that the past
will never go away, but at times I cry
when I look at my children
because inside I am still reeling.

Breathe,
Try to focus on the future
and your children, and be the mother
who will be remembered with pride.
Lizzie, you kept them safe
and hidden from harm,
away from his torment and snide.
You deserve love
and you will conform with your values,
and I promise you
You will be happy again someday
You will be loved again
You will all be happy.

So, remember,
when it is raining
and the defiant sun shines,
there will always be rainbows
to brighten your day.

You are so brave.
Lizzie Bevis x

Dear Grandma,
I saw you for the last time today,  
I held your hand
as you slipped away
and now my eyes sting,  
as much as my broken heart.

Beyond all this grief,
I find sombre reflection
and quiet relief;
But, I'd rather have you here
holding me in your arms
and wiping away my tears.  

©️Lizzie Bevis

In peaceful sleep,
the night unfolds,  
into a swirl colour,
a sight to behold
as waves of light like whispers trace,
guide my heart to a secret place,
up to crystal stars in dark velvet skies,
which scatter wishes that softly rise.

My visions soar,  
in slumber's dance,
I seek for more
in my restful trance,
as mirrored reflections of distant lands,
take shape in my unseen busy hands.
Planting blooming flowers under twilight's breath,
painting the night in colours of vivid depth.

Each step a melody,
a dream unspun,
I wander softly,
as time comes undone
and with every dawn, my dreams take flight
through the serene darkness, chasing light.
Like floating lanterns, these dreams ascend, illuminating paths that I never want to end.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Here lie the mortal remains,  
marked by a headstone worn by rain
which fell like tears over time,
guarded by weeping willows and pines.
The aged words sit in quiet rest
carved with words of a love confessed
and how much they will be missed,
with an urn of flowers that death kissed.
In life we part with so much grief,
and in Gods arms, please rest in peace.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In friendships boon,
joy begins to flower,
as kindred souls
weaving bonds so close;
Weathering all together,
through life’s trials
as those storms
never appear to end.
Always, in unity,
as steadfast, loyal friends.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Looking in the mirror,  
I trace the lines,  
recalling memories etched  
in laughter, tears, and time.  

From girlhood dreams  
playing in sunlit fields  
to nights of doubt  
where silence yields.
I ran and stumbled  
through seasons,  
feeling both joy and strife,  
as my ambitions wove  
into the fabric of my life.

As I aged,  
love found me gently,  
a force that held me tight,  
as hearts came and parted,  
guiding me through  
the brightest days  
and darkest nights.

Yet in quieter moments,  
I learned to be still,  
to cherish the rhythm  
of my heart’s beating will.  
I found wisdom in years,  
revealing the beauty of growth  
and the power of fear.

Now I am forty years young,  
with stories to share,  
a mosaic of memories
and a life almost laid bare
as I embrace this journey,
completely aware
of who I am.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Galileo looked
Up towards the ageing stars
Timeless in wisdom.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Someone cherished close,  
Makes parting weigh so heavy
My heart aches, Goodbye.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Grief came uninvited  
through my open doorway,
fear and rage ignited  
they made plans to stay,
and I was dazed by the
lack of foresight.

Then sadness came bounding
in loud and bellowing.
It consumed every opening,  
chaos was ensuing,
then it left without a trace
of what it was doing.

When the storm had ended  
someone held me,
they were kind,
gently she attended  
and peace filled my mind,
as love comprehended
the hurt it left behind.

For in grief's disguise,  
love had always been  
opening my eyes.
To what grief could mean:  
That love never dies.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Through soft whispers,  
the years unfold,  
I share my stories  
with the young and old.  
Silver hair glistens
and laughter leaves its trace,  
each line defining its glory,  
as a new wrinkle on my face.  

With my wisdom rising,  
comes a rite to fear,  
as time’s gentle hand,  
is always near.  
Guiding me onward,  
as I gracefully age,  
embracing my life's journey,  
as I turn my last page.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Each tear a whisper  
of what might have been,  
as memories re-emerge  
from the depths of my mind.  
I replay each broken moment,  
searching for a way  
to hold you close,  
but in love's echo,  
I’m lost to grief.  

©️Lizzie Bevis

In the sweet silence of the night,
mon cœur t'appelle, mon amour,
every star shines brighter
et chaque ombre danse;
But,
Sans toi près de moi,
Everything becomes
un rêve lointain et solitaire
and I miss you.

©️Lizzie Bevis