colourful blossoms

melodies playing in our thoughts

we swing on the moon

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Lacking vocabulary


mr Trump, accomplishment

is not sacrifice

© Lize Bard @


morning messages

written while the birds still sing

tell you I care

© Lize Bard @

Special moments

our footfalls in sync

our thoughts remain unspoken

in precious silence

© Lize Bard @

Broken world (I out of VI)

our hearts are breaking

our globe is in disarray

hate and greed prevails

© Lize Bard @

Written in collaboration with Poets for Peace where the full poem is available, here it is released on six consecutive Wednesdays

Splitting and converging

we meet on airports

when we go our separate ways

sometimes paths converge

© Lize Bard @

Japan in mourning

weep lily garden

for our lost sons and daughters

lost humanity

© Lize Bard @

Poets for Peace

Good-weather friend

to my sunshine friend

penguins huddle in winter

they too need some warmth

© Lize Bard @


it’s not the mundane

for us life is more complex

when weaving our world

© Lize Bard @

Hazara of Kabul

may your souls soar free

from the pain here on this earth

fanatically spawned

© Lize Bard @

Poets for Peace

Munich on our minds

white and blue sky

reflects on a senseless world

while Munich weeps

© Lize Bard @

Poets for Peace

On our way

on the other side

of this not-much trodden path

lies the great unknown

© Lize Bard @

Your melody

I listen to you

your voice flows like a river

softly rumbling stones

© Lize Bard @


you are my black stone

one who is warmed by the sun

and soft to my touch

© Lize Bard @

Mandela Day

in an an angry world

we need the calmness you brought

with your compassion

© Lize Bard @

My melancholic friend

with your gloomy mind

caught in perpetual dusk

let me bring the sun

© Lize Bard @


two ships setting sail

facing our personal storms

in a shared harbour

© Lize Bard @

Bastille day tears

the horror of it

obliterated by hate

loss immeasurable

© Lize Bard @

The Venus of l’Abri Pataud: June 2016

washed out in a storm

your beauty shyly revealed

for the world to see

© Lize Bard @


River pebble (reshare 001)

round river pebble

in the palm of my hand

my old trusty friend

© Lize Bard @


guineafowl laughing

evening colours aglow

Africa to rest

© Lize Bard @

Jena 1990

fiery windows

where young men now choose to live

no street lights either

© Lize Bard @


as we live our lives

we all deteriorate

find rustic splendour

© Lize Bard @

From my window: Toulouse July 2016

summer swallows glide

against the slow-drifting clouds

over pink clay roofs

© Lize Bard @


we’re insulated

in the spaces we create

for our minds to meet

© Lize Bard @

Sharing solitude

slowly settling in

growing in our solitude

which is a shared space

© Lize Bard @


you’re a traveller

I wander the globe’s riddles

a shared destiny

© Lize Bard @

Akko/Acre: June 2001

in your narrow streets

I buy bread from a young man

then sit by the sea

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until we connect

I’m peeling through the layers

to fathom real you

© Lize Bard @

Mind at dawn

blushing morning sun

thoughts running away with me

flowing like water

© Lize Bard @

The way we work

our machinery

a never-ending resource

loves to run on air

© Lize Bard @

Namibia: June 2012

wild Namib

fog rolls in over the sea

endless red dunes

© Lize Bard @

Life’s refrain

a dance and a song

our days like a melody

capture the moments

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you deftly found me

wrapped in my blanket of work

gently untucked me

© Lize Bard @