Olivia Kent

Olivia Kent Nov 2015

We are but a dot.
A living, breathing fascinating dot.
Idiosyncratic.
We walk upon pavements that aren't lined with gold.
Cautiously, walking those kerbstones that crack.
Watch where you're walking.
Don't dare turn your back.
Like a crab strolling sideways.
Coursing highways and byways.
As if hares running races, they try to escape from the dogs of war who continually pursue.

Thoughts.
A penny for them.
What can one believe?
A sparkling sky of full blown disease.
Powerful people worldwide, open your eyes.
Discuss implications long and hard.
Before dangerous minds combine and atrocious decisions be made.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Nov 2015

WHAT?

A hundred years from now and what?
What shall still be standing strong and proud.
Voices booming violently loud.
When man himself has lost the plot.
Scheming destroying mini dot.
One dot in the spiral universe, twisting and turning getting worse.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Nov 2015

DREAMS OF CHRISTMAS

Christmas is coming.
The turkeys quaking in their boots.
The ***** sits in the subway.
He's cursing mental health, it's roots.
He's dreaming of filling his boots.
Delusions full up with Christmas lunches.
Mistletoe and holly bunches.
A predilection for unwrapping gifts.
A bottle of wine.
** ** **.
The rocking in the shop front.
Tambourine in hand.
Busking Christmas carols.
Somehow basking in the season.
A reason to go on.
Smiling with his very best Santa Claus grubby grin.
Must be the festive mood he's in.
A night on the tiles.
In the doorway.
Still homeless.
Still lonely.
He does his best to be accepted.
No passers by ever join in.
Not even making conversation.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Nov 2015

THE HITCHER

Hitching a ride.
Long distance for free.
Jumping round eagerly.
Pecking at crumbs.
Lunatic dashing avoiding feet.
Avoiding the through draught, of the train that's fast.
Countrywide travelling.
Safe, but sweet.
Tiny bird that hitched a ride.
Bird sweet bird.
Safe and sound.
Probably better.
Just pecking the ground.
(c)LIVVI

Inspired by a tiny bird pecking crumbs beside the train tracks this morning x It was so cute x

Olivia Kent Nov 2015

WORD GAMES

In love forever.
One pen.
A woman.
Intriguing stylish.
Dawning sunrise.
Night that's black.
Daggers pulled.
Put them back.
High heeled shoes.
Having a snooze.
Dozing,
A nap in the afternoon.
In bed.
Head games.
Man calls his woman.
The nastiest names.
Eclectic electric,
that powers the light in her head.
Midafternoon, leading into goodnight.
Just about write.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Nov 2015

CHRISTMAS EVE

The girl in the nightie had woke with a start.
Heard bells ringing.
Outside the window beside her bed.
An ornate sleigh.
A tubby chap astride.
Not a reindeer in sight.
Made her wonder what she saw.
The young girl, all ablaze with awe.
It was Christmas eve.
She thought mother deceived her.
When she told her Santa wasn't true.
Mother let her down, you see.
Told her fibs.
Never knew why.
Mother said he wasn't real.
She saw him with her shiny eyes.
Told her mother that he wasn't lies.
She'd him with her very own eyes.
Presents piled around the tree.
Mother cuddled father tight.
She remembered what she saw that night.
Carried throughout the rest of her life.
Recounted the tale to her own children.
Who in turn told theirs.
Their faces glow with pure delight, year after year.
The Christmas scene will live eternally in purest hearts and honest minds.
(c)LIVVI