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Those
Who follow compassion
Are those who know the pain

I shall not invade your space.
Except of course with words.

Unless I am invited.
I shall not post my comments.
To the man who appreciates it not.

I see your face and feel you.
Always close at hand.
Darling, your sweet soul.
I no longer demand.


You should have called me in.
When you had the chance.
Wanted but, a distant love.
With minimal romance.


Words of love,
A mere ripple in the distance.
A revolution of crumbling temples.
Sword heated and tempered.


Blocked from the book of two faced love.
By the tiger dressed as pussycat .


Lay down and purr in my lap.
I shall stroke your sorry belly.
Twist your tail around my arms.
Bite me not my sweet friend.

Teach me to love again.
As my soul could teach you too.
While you have a chance.

Love has left the dance hall.
Emotion, hell she remains.


Want not roses.
No more than words.
Lost too soon.
A barren love.

Once was strong.
Such as kindling could renew.

Hang on in there.
Until the time,
That time herself ends!

She speaks not with toxic tongue.
Her words genuine and true.

Hell be wreaked on Earth.
She will not chase you.
Ever never.
The pursuing's up to you!

VVV Glory to Poetry!




By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The years are liars and they don't keep their word:
They promised me maturity,
But all I got was soft places where I should be firm.
They swore me wisdom,
But all I found was a different kind of foolishness.
They said I'd have new insights
But all I saw was how I miss the flowers of youth.

The years are untrue and make vows they don't intend to keep
They promised me contentment,
But all I received was a slower paced restlessness.
They told me I'd find fulfillment,
But all I've discovered is a bigger yearning.
They assured me these years would be golden,
But I can see through the veneer to the green beneath.

And I curse the days and weeks and years
For they lied to me and then ran away.
                                         vvv

Being the Other Woman, Metaphorically!
Have to sit and dream a touch,
As passion for poetry dictates loves depths,
I spoke to her with tender tongue and quill of truthful trusting passion flowers,
Resistance is far fetched,
For she is the other woman who strokes my life gently,
But with burning fire,
She caresses you too,
Three lovers wrapped in one embrace,
At times pure with tranquility,
Always blessed with grace,
This special lady has her dark moments too,
She always makes us happy in everything we write,
I have to share my love for you,
In that I have no choice,
She is shared in my heart,
The cutest sweetest lady who is our poetic art,
I share your heart, I share your soul,
In darkness she's our anchor,
In brightness we adore her,
In conversations imagery,
She speaks, tells me that you love her, of that she is aware,
She also speaks to me in volumes, in telling me how much you care!

My Sweet Lover!

VVV, Glory to poetry, glory to us **
This one's for you Chris **

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Slaughter me not in the shadows of time.
Far reaching.
The beautiful universe doth climb.
Takes me out.
Not stresses me out.
The universe she does expand.
In beauty.
Ad infinitum!


She is the universe,
She is always in demand.
Sought out by astronomers.
From eons gone by.
Discovering evolution from the sands of time.

I do not matter.
You do not matter.
Only matter matters.


The star child and the moonshine.
Walk by,
Hands clasped tight.
Side by side.
With infinite rights of passage.
Ultimate rights to write!


VVV. Glory to the lady, the lady poetry!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Here I lay gasping for words
When it’s all in your head you pick yourself apart just find out even though you are a Big Adult ..you still feel like sometimes like a letter that is lower case.
I’m in a lower place but my room hasn’t changed
I roll over to find thinking stains
My head won’t stop like a fossit and fossils of Dinosaurs and nephilims uhh what I’m saying is I’m getting Older and I still wrestle with these younger days

Worry!

Worry not.
I want not love from thee.
Not for thee or me.
I have moved on.
I did so long ago.

You are a written word for me.
Remnants of once love.
Now left.
A role in words constructed.
From combined love.
Poetic passionate imagination.
Pure poetic inspiration is what you offer.
What I take each day.

I care not myself.
For the man who so scratches.
Just because I write such words.
Flown as migrating birds.
Flew away to find the sun.
To discover from her words of passion.
That what we had is gone and done!
Well and truly out of fashion.


VVV..Glory to poetry!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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Before I post this, I want to say a big thank you to all you wonderful poets that have read me
I have left alink for you lovely few and thank you my skilled pens X



The mornings song was sapphire and crisp
6.30 in the morning did his wristwatch give
he looked at the face besides his pillows
tears in his eyes, liken to a weeping willow
He wanted so not to wake her
to tell her it was time to dress
he wanted to tell all was well
and walk out with her hair all in a mess
Her thoughts were the same
if he wakes me he will have his self to blame
for she did not want to leave him
but her departure was near
An hour later both with her cases in their hands
got a black cab from Kings Cross to the Strand
and by the gates of platform 10 kissed for the last time
for never would these two hearts see each other again.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

 May your hearts fly to the stars. VVV Poetry forever

Topics!

We write of vaginas and old Morris Minor's,
Of flowers and mud.
Of crosses and blood.
Where angels and devils cross paths in our pens.
Temples and stables.
Fiction and fables.
We lay cards open wide,
splayed over our tables.

Sometimes of crying and lying and dying.
Of love that we found.
That which we have lost.
But we will keep trying.
No denying at all.
We're having a ball.

We pen tales of terror in world's mad distortion.
As the world scrapes nearer to each days abortion.
Write of myth and orange pith.

We scrawl what we scrawl in the hope that it's real.
Or maybe its what we saw in minds eyes.
In a darkened world of what ifs and whys.
One crazy man and one crazier chick.

All we both say hey, hey.
Offensive, defensive.
When time she merits.
Whatever fits at that time.

Of maladies and passions sprouts.
In words of others voice,
Never always mother tongue
Hell how we do play.
As to the Gods and Goddesses of poetry
We the two of the twenty do pray.
VVV Glory to poetry no matter what way!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The hands of the truth
Are sharper than the fangs

Live with him for safety