Poem: Cat Academy

Lucy, the cat, entered Cat Academy,

She couldn’t believe the opportunity

Presented before her.

To learn from experts of literature.

Richer cats took this for granted

But to Lucy this was magical.

She couldn’t blame them,

They knew they would get this chance,

Lucy didn’t.

But here she was,

Part of the Grant system.

The Academy was like a beacon of light.

I’m here. This can’t be took away from me.

My Book Princess Roberta Is Now Available On Amazon!

My fourth book and first childrens’ book Princess Roberta is now available to purchase on Amazon.

It isn’t the long book I was talking about. That’s still to come and is a book for adults but I loved writing this book and I had to publish it.

The story is Princess Roberta’s life is transformed when King Benjamin uses his Happiness spell to change her from Prince Robert into Princess Roberta. A tale of love, happiness and been true to who you are.

You can purchase Princess Roberta at the following link:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01G68FZ4K

Thank you!:-)

In Our Hearts You Fill, Poetry by Lisa Reynolds

My poem In Our Hearts You Fill, originally posted on the Poetry Festival website:

POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

Genre: Rhyme, Family, Relationship

In Our Hearts You Fill by Lisa Reynolds

Rich tears in my eyes,
The reality has not set in,
All those family ties,
The death of my closest kin.
I want to imagine the coffin isn’t real,
Then this pain I won’t have to feel.
In time this pain apparently will heal.
But Father you’ll never see so much,
Me marry or cohabitate,
Me become a parent,
Me try to achieve my dreams.
But I cherish what we had,
18 years of joy.
And I know somewhere
You can see all you can’t be there for.
I learned to be a better person from you,
I learned that to be good to people was to be true,
I still remember our family trip to Dublin Zoo
And I know together or apart our family is like glue.
My Mother, my sister and I mourn you still
As…

View original post 47 more words

Quiet Confidence

This is my poem Quiet Confidence which was published on the Eyes + Words website:

Eyes + Words

Written by Lisa Reynolds

Speak up, they say. When you do no one’s

listening. We live in the era of the extrovert

where “charisma and charm” are valued over a

person’s mind. An era where people have no

problem with trying to change your personality

to the “right way.” The irony is every personality

is the right way if one is true to who they are.

Keep going my little fellow introverts, the world

is there to be took on. We can achieve anything

we want without changing. Think Rosa Parks,

think Bob Dylan, think Elvis Presley, think Yves

Saint Laurent and numerous others who paved

the way. Introverts who owned the world, who

owned the apparent extroverted world.


Photographer Unknown

View original post

Poem: The Equality of Freedom of Speech

Why on TV, in lecture halls, etc …

Do we still have people discussing:

Is been gay “unnatural”?,

Is been introverted a “lack of social skills”?,

Is been a transgender woman a “real woman”?

Is been black “less superior than been white”?

And why when someone’s stopped on this trail

Does freedom of speech come into it?

Surely freedom of speech’s roots have always been in equality.

Where’s the people on TV and in lecture halls, etc… discussing:

Is been straight “unnatural”?

Is been extroverted a “lack of social skills”?

Is been a cisgender woman a “real woman”?

Is been white “less superior than been black”?

Only than can it be called freedom of speech

When everyone’s up for discussion

And critique.

The middle ground doesn’t count as the opposite,

“Majority groups” are supported by both talking currently.

And I say that as someone who is in support of the middle group

Where everyone is treated equally.

In the interests of freedom of speech,

Surely everyone should be a discussion,

Is “fair game” to be critiqued.

Both “minority groups” and “majority groups”.

Doesn’t it need to be both or neither?

Otherwise it doesn’t feel like freedom of speech,

It feels like inequality.

 

Poem: Coming To Life

There is rays of sunshine,
Invisible rays.
Things are so much better,
In so many ways.
Part of was dead before,
And I didn’t even know it,
Now I can soar,
The foundations have been lit.
I don’t know what the future holds,
All the turns and the folds,
But I know I’m living as me,
And that’s how it was always meant to be.
The sun’s replaced the clouds,
Clearly I can see.