LizO - Hello Poetry

LizO May 2018

Today I will write with no ego.
Look at me, writing with no ego,
I’m amazing.
****!

#humour

My writing seems to be going through a being silly stage. I'm just running with it :-D

LizO May 2018

Coffee

A hit of pleasure

From the very first sip

The nutty, smoky, smell

Too difficult to resist

I’m soon caffeinated up to the hilt

Mind becomes a

swirling

river

Arms buzzing

Gums buzzing too

Is this a beaming smile

Or a manic toothy grimace?

Mouth starts babbling full pelt

Things to say, you won’t stop me today

Body contemplating fight or flight

Even with no danger in sight

Energy evades all herding

From things that have

Me distracted…ooh!

My poem looks like a chess piece.

LizO May 2018

Barbara from Accounts

My ugly old knickers lie in wait
For the day they just know
Is their fate,
To be left near the office shower
By mistake
And embarrass me
In front of work mates.

My sock once did the same,
But if my knickers did it I'd
Find someone to blame.

Maybe Barbara from Accounts.

#silly #humour #thatkindaday!

LizO May 2018

Qigong

Cultivate your energy
And grow your ch'i.
Keep it close at first then
Branch out, like a tree.

Play with it, have fun,
Let it flow free.
Share it among people,
Feel it, and just be.

#lifeforceenergy

LizO May 2018

Like Addict

No number by the bell.
Should my poem go to hell?
Or is it good, I just can’t tell!

notaseriouspoem!

LizO May 2018

Loss

Oh perfect loss,
Full of goodness, full of pain.
Brings clarity and understanding,
But always much too late.

Oh perfect suffering,
Sweet aching, stolen breath.
The longing that’s only just bearable,
Evidence of love and its strength.

Oh perfect hope,
Full of guilt yet so much relief.
Life continues despite all protests,
Where there’s no more to do than cope.

#grief

LizO Mar 2018

Be My Mirror

Are you looking?
I think you are.
Seeing me
As I want to be seen.
You gaze at my face and I’m wrinkly no more.
You glimpse at my curves, not my lumps or bumps.
My awkwardness, you seem to find charming and
My humour often leaves you crying.
Every look seems to express just
How much my ‘wise’ words impress.
And I wonder if you are my destiny.
Though the stirrings of love may not be
From what I find within you,
But what I think you find
Within me.