In rooms where private thoughts take flight,
behind closed doors, in the quiet of night,
remember well this British tale,
that the air has ears that often sail.

Each muttered affliction, each resentful sigh,
may find its wings and touch the sky.
For secrets kept in mortal *******
build nests with beaks that know no rest.

These walls have feathered spies,
and flocks of lookouts in disguise.
Your words, once freed from anger's fire,
may flutter back to stir their ire.

So hold your tongue and guard your thoughts,
nature's lure intends that you get caught,
and the smallest sparrow on the breeze
may carry tales across the seas.

What is spoken in your solitude
will echo in the multitude.
Remember, that birds have ears and eyes,
and are eager to share all across the skies.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Dogs who are so loyal and giving,
deserve no less than this;
As they depart for heaven's gate,  
with a final good dog fuss  
and a tearful, loving kiss.

Holding tightly to their paw,  
till their eyes softly close,  
while their gentle, peaceful spirit soars,  
but, continues living within  
that broken heart of yours.

This is where their pain ends,  
and where your sorrow begins.  
Yet, they will be looking down
from the beautiful stars  
over the rainbow bridge.

We know that all good dogs go to heaven,  
to realms beyond this earthly plane,  
to a paradise where they run free,  
in a land of boundless joy,  
where fusses and play never end.

But, good dogs will never forget you,
they will be waiting so patiently,  
for that wonderful moment
when you will join them,  
and call out their name.

They'll come running so quickly,
their tail wagging incredibly fast
as they eagerly lick your face,
overjoyed to be reunited
with their forever friend at last.

©️Lizzie Bevis

For Jess 28/01/2014 - 11/01/2025
Thank you for all of the cuddles you gave me, when I looked after you when your mummy and daddy were at work.

I’m going to miss you Jessica Wabbit

The asphalt shimmers in the summer heat,
Mirages dance where the sky meets land.
I count the mile markers like rosary beads,
Each one a prayer, a breath, a memory of you.

I turn left and right,
Take detours through cities made of glass,
And mountain passes where stars guard the twilight;
As your magnetic force pulls me forward.

I've worn holes in my shoes,
And collected dust from a thousand roads,
But distance is insignificant
When every horizon holds your face.

Sometimes I wonder if roads ever end,
Or simply circle back to their beginnings,
Like my thoughts always return
To our first hello and that first smile.

My legs tire but I never waver,
You are both my journey and destination,
The map I follow and the home I seek,
And the reason that I keep going.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I recount moments with pensive eyes
Through mercury mirrors and fluid skies.
As cities fold like paper cranes,  
While clocks bleed with watercolour stains.

Obscure are the faces that I once knew,  
Now speaking in tongues of indigo blue.  
Their words grow cold in the morning frost,  
Like maps to places long since lost.

In rooms where gravity forgets,  
My thoughts float in spiral pirouettes.  
Each echo dons a foreign skin,  
As outside weeps with what's within.

Moths of meaning flutter past,  
Too translucent here to last.  
Their wings spell out words left unsent  
Of an unexchanged sweet lament.

I drift through crowds of mannequin dreams,  
Suspended, alone, and unseen.  
A spectral figure in reverse,  
Feeling like an outsider in this universe.

Time melts like Salvador's clocks,  
While purpose spills through quantum locks.  
And I, a paradox come undone,  
Mull over what my life has become.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Grey clouds burst from leaden skies,
While puddles mirror my heavy eyes,
The thrumming droplets on window panes
Echo the throbbing of my aches and pains.

Lifeless streets shine, although grim and wet,
While every puddle swells with regret,
As wind blows through the scraggy bare trees,
Howling and wailing into the breeze.

I stand in shop doorways to keep dry
As rain continues to fall from the sky,
Like tears that stain the sullen ground,
And my hope dissipates without a sound.

I look around and I know
That it will be another dismal day.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Virtuous little owl,
your gentle blue eyes see all,  
seeking only the truth
a shrewd feathered guide.
With wings spread wide,  
soaring through dawn’s embrace,  
unveiling unseen secrets of night,  
illuminating wisdom’s chase  
until Nyx slips away  
and Apollo's sun rises.  

©️Lizzie Bevis

In this space, there is a tranquil peace,
Between land and sky where the sunset creeps,
I wander through the fading light
When the day surrenders unto the night.

The darkness dances with starlight beams,
Like waltzing fragments of my dreams,
While the constellations slowly turn,
And the faraway sun continues to burn.

Here in this realm of in-between,
Where nothing is the way it seems.
This reoccurring beauty often dwells
Under the earth's rotational spell.

For in this space of endless flight,
Where sunlight duels with the starry night,
When sunrise greets day with warming bliss
As the dark and light share one long kiss.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Tea flows like the River Thames,
While tutting spreads like wildfire
At queue-jumpers
And umbrella-shirkers,
As passive-aggressive notes flourish
Like ivy on garden walls
A POLITE NOTICE:
Your parking leaves much to be desired.

———

Digestive biscuits dunk and drown
In piping hot Tea at 4 o'clock sharp,
Followed by a national moment of silence,
As Scones wage their silent war
Devon versus Cornwall;
The cream-first heretics
Face jam-first purists,
While the cucumber sandwiches mediate,
Their crusts banished like medieval traitors.

———

The weather forecast foresees
Cloudy with a chance of small talk,
And a 90% probability
Of complaining about the weather.
Shorts and sandals brave December,
While summer coats guard
Against the August sun,
And somewhere, someone
Is wearing socks with sandals.
Ooh, Suits you, Sir!

———

Red buses pass red buses
Followed by a ritual of waiting,
Until the bus arrives
Five minutes late, of course.
While Big Ben counts the moments
As patience is wrapped in politeness,
Where every grumble is a nod,
Until the next apologetic shuffle.

©️Lizzie Bevis

When my imagination ignites a wildfire,
you commit my words to the pyre,
but, with every smouldering ember
my vision grows;
Breaking the boundaries
that you imposed,
and within the remnants of my creation,
I openly disregard your blatant damnation.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Do you dare to search deep within me,
reveal my darkest secrets
and uncover the truth?

I am a master of disguise,
displays of emotion are denied
enough to outwit any sleuth.

So I must ask...
Are you sure you want to see
what is behind this mask?

©️Lizzie Bevis

Dew drops gather silent thoughts,
On the spider webs of yesterday,
And the world finds peace in waiting,
For moonlight to find its way,
Through night's sleepy waters.

The stars begin their slow retreat,
While shadows stretch and bend,
In this space between dreaming,
Where yesterday and today blend,
I watch the heavens discreetly.

When musing over the past few days,
Caught between a breath and a sigh,
Dawn teeters on the horizon,
Of a dark morning sky,
And I dally in limbo's sway.

©️Lizzie Bevis

A dusty path beneath my feet,
My worries fade with each step,
Leaving the past behind.
Green fields wave to hopeful songs,
As the horizon stretches open,
And a new day waits to greet me.

My worn boots carry a heavy heart,
Breaking the chains of yesterday.
As sunlight breaks through
the grey clouded by sadness sky,
And liberation calls with a soothing voice,
Promising a fresh beginning.

I feel wild grasses brush against me,
As shattered paths mend themselves.
Silence fills my distracted mind,
Distant trees rise in understanding,
And letting go becomes my strength,
As the future blooms like wildflowers.

The countryside embraces me,
As the healing winds of change blow,
Miles unwind like a silent threads,
Breaking free from what once was,
As each step forward builds courage,
Walking towards a new dawn.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Is life worth living
When all you do is give,
Pouring out your soul
Into an unrelenting hole?

Each sacrifice exacts its toll,
Consuming any self-control,
They take without any remorse,
Draining your spirit's inner source.

In corporate rooms of cold design,
Where profit trumps the human line,
You stand amongst the beaten downs,
With silent ones who wear their frowns.

Your body bends, your mind breaks,
Yet blame becomes the final stake.
Pointing fingers, casting shame
As struggles grow and you're to blame.

So tell me now, amid this strife:
Are you truly blessed in this life?
Or just a cog within the wheel,
Where giving is the only deal?

©️Lizzie Bevis

Over aeons, new galaxies bloom,
Spiralling splendours from a cosmic boom.
As time and space constantly entwine,
When the divine spans until the end of time.

Nebulae clouds form bodies anew,
From cosmic matter, in forces imbued.
As timeless planets in their orbits glide,
around a blazing star, their radiant guide.

Starlight shimmers in our sky
Crystalline flares from distant sunshine,
An ancient light on a celestial quest
Through the ever-expanding void of space.


©️Lizzie Bevis

Please do not feel sad
because the world will stop
if your smile ceases to exist,
akin to warming rays
cascading from the heavens up high,
brightening our days and making life worthwhile.

Please do not feel worried
you will always find the light
within the darkness due;
Please remember
your radiance and your kindness
and that my heart is always with you.

Please do not pity and wallow
because of everything that has been,
try to be kind to yourself
continuously;
I hope that you will find peace
with chaotic thoughts
and find hope by casting aside doubts.

I can only hope that the song
that plays over and over within
becomes the sweet melody
of happier thoughts and memories,
soothing you at times when you feel down
and will forever bring you comfort,
as a welcome good morning
and good night.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In the mind, where memories fade,  
A once-bright mind is sadly betrayed.  
A friendly face, but whose is unclear,  
As echoes of love dissolve into fear.  

Time, a thief, with a fragile hand,  
Steals pieces of life, like grains of sand.  
Familiar paths turn into foreign trails,  
Lost in a maze where confusion prevails.  

Each brief moment, an unfamiliar song,  
Ties us to those we once held, now gone.  
Though the curse may linger, love remains,  
In the hearts of those who bear the chains.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I dream of morning sunlight
bathing the room in gold,
a gentle awakening,
as the day unfolds.
Rain falling softly
on cobblestone streets,
watching lovers share umbrellas,
wishing I had someone to meet.

I dream of Candlelit dinners,
watching the stars above,
spontaneous dances,
and falling in love.
My life is a canvas
of dreams unfurled,
wishing for perfect moments
so that I could paint the world.

Yet in reality, my alarm is blaring,
I sit sleepily, letting my coffee go cold.
I then rush through the traffic
as the morning grows old.
I splash in murky puddles
and soak my worn shoes,
Then stand on the crowded bus,
chuntering away my morning blues.

When at home the microwave beeps,
and there are bills to pay.
I watch Netflix in silence
With a tv dinner to end my day.
I then lay alone in bed
in this mess that I conceal,
with a quiet awareness
of how I truly feel.

©️Lizzie Bevis

The bottle, your loyal companion,
Numbing your pain and fuelling your vice.
Dragging you deeper into the abyss,
Evading the value of your precious life.

Each warm sip, a false promise of solace,
Betraying your heart and ravaging your mind.
Shackled by the chains of hard addiction,
You become a prisoner to demons so unkind.

The cheer of old times fades to silence,
As the light in your eyes slowly dies.
Unsteady with no anchor to ground you,
Treading a sea of lonely unsettled demise.

You tell me you want to break free,
To see the world through sober eyes,
But the waves keep pulling you under,
As you drown in whiskey's tragic goodbye.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Their hearts beat with ours,
keeping time with wagging tails,
never asking for anything more
than care and love,
then return it tenfold
with a gentle warmth
to mend our broken days.
Dogs teach us to live life fully,
they make our days so much better
just by being our spirited
and faithful friends,
which breaks us so deeply
at the very end.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Caffeinated and bright-eyed,
I'm running on coffee's power.
Each sip, a liquid boost of might,
Fuelling me by the hour.

The aroma, it beckons me near,
The flavour, it's oh so divine!
A cup in my hand, my mind grows clear,
This Arabica, is truly sublime.

Perked up and ready to go,
My energy is quickly revived.
With coffee as my trusted sidekick,
Helping me to feel alive.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I can't believe that you have gone.

This isn't real, it’s a ruse, it's a trick,  
your absence lingers like dawn's mist,  
but with the sunrise it will surely lift.
My phone will ring, the door is unlocked,  
and I’ll keep your dinner warm
as I wait for you to come home.

Why the hell did you have to die?!  
My fists press hard against the wall,  
and I clench my teeth until my jaw hurts,
as tears roll down cheeks flushed with anger.
I curse God, time, space, fate,  
and everything that took you away.

I was never much of a haggler,
but, I’ll trade all of my tomorrows for yesterday,
and I’ll find a way to save you
and cherish every moment with you.
Please, rewind the clock, I pray;
Even if it is just for one more day.

Gloominess penetrates my worn-out bones,
as lead weights burden my heavy steps.  
My breath feels too heavy to carry,  
and these memories are too painful to hold.
I sink, I drown, I gasp for air,
and I fade into the depths of despair.

But, after a while, life is not so hard,
I watch the sunrise, as a new dawn begins,  
and your memory no longer hurts to recall,
instead, it warms my heart like a gentle hug.  
I smile because you lived and you were loved;
And somehow, I can accept that this is
more than enough.

Please, now go and rest in peace.

©️Lizzie Bevis