She's as beautiful as the morning clouds that kiss the ground, the last night star that is captured by the mists that rise in early summer,building extraordinary heat.
She is the beautiful princess who stole away your heart.
She sent you a smile, a wish and a kiss.
She is the stole you wrap around your shoulders, she stole your heart and then became yours.
She is fluffy as a kitten, who wears mittens , she hurts you not when she holds you close.
She's delicate as a bone china vase, filled with gladioli blooms and erratic ferns.
Then like a carpet of bluebells she's shining...brightening your world.
Good morning,the world is awakening!
(c)LIVVI

In a drowning river I went - to swim
only a short while with you
the flail and falter of cruel water
caught in the reigning thunder
impossible to breathe when held under
yours was a killing lure to be sure
a death trap of words
but no steel cage can ever hold
a sky full of beautiful birds.

A woman is full of sensitivity, ingenuity,passion, smiles, momentous special memories.
A nest builder as a sparrow is.
A warbler in the shower.
An irritating pigeon.
She's a vulture full of culture
When she scavenges the sales.
A mother clucker she she can be...sorting out her offspring's tea.
She fights many battles single handed.
Level headed sometimes.
Today the eagle landed.
Been here and there and everywhere,
Fell from grace a million times.
As a woman tumbled from the nests of childhood brood.
A phoenix revitalized spreads her wings.
She's on the way.
(c)Livvi

Hold me like you want me.
Look deep into my psyche, to see what you can see.
(C) LIVVI

The pub is packed tonight
with many familiar faces,
cookies for breakfast
The sugarrush is taking me places.


I'm jumping up and down
diet ruined and I'm not sorry
after the pub we all meet up
for afters at the quarry.

Ladies and men, loads of drink,
getting it on, you know the score,
voices now still and grumpy
They won't speak to me anymore.

A hobbit hops along a road
Stops takes a **** on a snail,
I won't say what we got up to
but one day I'll tell the tale.

Meanwhile  I'm off to Lily's for a coffee
and a bite to eat.
An amanita grew by the rock
pretty and proud and neat.

No one liked it, it got sad
it started talking to itself,
we gave it lots of tequila then
put it upon the shelf