He sold his pure soul for a fiver,
maybe, the price of a cuppa tea,
sold it to the man of bonds,
of stocks and shares,
who had no cares,

The customer,
he wanted a *** or a ****,
wasn't sure which,
either would do.
Glimpsed him out the side of his eye,
what he didn't note was that he cried,
He didn't care the callous man,
Gets satisfaction however he can.

Girl child, boy child,
one thing for certain,
he gave not a ****.
He was selfish and cold,
his currency was gold,
pure gold the purity of just past infancy,
crowding in the shopping mall.

The by-passers wanted to intervene,
unable to believe the things that they'd seen.
Day by day,
still the stay,
They should still be free and able to play.

It's life in London, so they say,
Living pain day by day.
Thought that they may find the streets paved with golden kisses,
Home again the other side,
the punter hugs his Missus.
(C) Livvi

ORIGINAL

Child,
I can pick up a pencil,
I can guide your hand to form shapes of letters,
Of italic form, tall slanting and delicate.
I can even show you how to create block letters in three d,
shading edges,hinting shots of black and white,
I'm quite creative you see,
I am an original,
I have my own style.
Can be no other like me,
Never can be.
I can explain  meanings of words and alternative pens,
I can craft a garden of words,
descriptions of colours and visible smells,
I can provide vivid and dashing,
darkness and light,
Love and laughter, for ever after,
I can cultivate passion and fashion,
just using my pen,
But,  my child,
I can't teach you to write poetry,
I can help you feel ideas,
If only you wanted me too!
(C) Livvi

Run away my pale sister
Sink safely below the rim
Else my rays will burn your face
As my strength explodes over the earth

But, then savor these minutes
When we share the sky
And your lovely illumination
Yields always to my blaze.

And through the day
As I burn the landscape
I forget you, until,
You appear again, behind me.

Hard and soft, hard and soft
Warm and cool, warm and cool
We soak this planet in our own cycle
Using the same light. Mine!

Mantis

"Come into my parlour,"so says she.
For,she is the vicious queen,
Suggesting that perhaps he needs to die,
Female mantis kisses,
as only femme fatale, can do,
Attraction of the keenest,
Trial by jury.
Injury perhaps,
She used, abused you,
spat you out.
She's never safe to be with,
of that there is no doubt!
(C) Livvi

OPEN EMOTION

A little bird told me today that you'd died,
My pretty eyes erupted.
My God, how I cried,
Wanted to visit your grave,
attend your requiem,
Create a tribute to you,
write on your tombstone,
of the memories we'd shared.

Of the family we grew,
me and you.
Grown from seeds of true love,
Painted on hot air balloons.

On summer days,
where we did laze,
upon the grass,
where we once kissed,
once upon a time,
too many moons ago,
to care to remember.

They say you wrote a book,
of course,
I took a look,
I had too,
of course,
I did,
The last time I saw you,
you took a look at one of mine.

We whinged at each other,
like a pair of old time,
aged lovers.
Moaning about books,
Exchanging weird looks.

Then today,
Out of the blue,
the phone rang,
it was you,
I was shocked,
I thought at last,
that my feelings had died,
But now you've made me stop and think.
(C) Livvi