Once life was free.
Constraints were all abandoned.
Running wild like a child with flaxen hair wrapped round my neck.
Paddling in streams was just as they seemed.
Risks were apparent, but nobody cared.
No screaming parent, crying loudly, get away from the stream.
You're risking drowning.
Mother dear.
You need to be aware it was just a chilly puddle that bubbled.
It was just a memory.
(C)LIVVI

I have a much poetic soul.
I use my pen to fill a hole.
A hole which is in fact a void.
Should I not write
I would get annoyed.
Things that irk me far too many.
If I could not ***** about religion.
Lack of it or not.
Perhaps politics.

Tiny things that really itch.
Wind me up and help me *****.
Sometimes I write of moorland walks.
Or sailing ships.
Dietary requirements the increase my hips.
Chips found sitting on my shoulder.
Like an astute vulture I'm getting older.
As my life goes onwards.
My pen is getting bolder.

I write of *** and drugs and rock and roll.
Quarter century long past.
Once upon a time a blast.
Once all flowed through the poets soul.
The poet now is quiet and sweet.
Long time since between the sheets, for anything except perfect sleep.
But I'm not bored.
I have my pen.
Time and time again.
(C) LIVVI

Feeling red and green and blue.
The morning crept round way too soon.
And all she really wants is you.
She only finds one that she wants, once upon a bluish moon.

She left so early, dashed off home.
To give her pup attention.
In a drunken state, she tripped and skipped past saluting garden gnome.
Thing to state is on arrival,her pup did not her mention.

She tumbled noisy into bed.
The dog did her ignore.
Making enough racket to waken the dead.
When sunlight breached the curtain crack, her head was rather sore.

Dog is being quiet now.
Her owner just a grumpy cow.
(c)LIVVI

Thou didst dare to hold her close in heart.
Close be thee held in lovers mind.
How didst they e'er fall apart.
Ne'er did she ever hope to find.
For now has love has gone.
Tears of grief come falling down.
Now the lady love's alone.
A smile inverted, a growing frown.
Still thou lived within her mind.
Eternal nightmare.
Should she seek, never will she find.
He is not there.
When love so precious and pure left.
Any reason for life continuing merely bereft.
LIVVI

LOVE AND PAIN

Love and pain rode in a boat.
They had a mighty fight.
Pain grabbed love most painfully, around her pretty throat.
Fight began in morning time, dids't cease by darkest night.

Love had eyes that spoke of dreams.
Pain had eyes as black as coal.
Love wrote letters reams and reams.
Pain laughed hard with blackened eyes, for pain could find no soul.

Love smiled inside the lady fair.
Pain tried so hard to beat her wishes.
Love sparked on inside, she dreamed, she ne'er had a care.
Pain tumbled overboard, now dwelling with the fishes.

For 'twas the dawn of Sunday morn.
When the river gave up pain, pain was pulled out screaming all sodden and forlorn.
(c)LIVVI

We walk through the woods.
The wind in our hair.
Childlike.
Almost skipping.
Walking on air.
Kisses of sunshine.
Such delight to be there.
Hands clasped together.
Unity.
Sensing feelings that flow, so electrically charged.
Meeting of eyes.
Greeting of minds.
Cultivating roses of our own making.
Freshly pruned.
Shapely creations.
(C)LIVVI

AMUSING MUSING

All my friends they are leaving.
Gone off falling in love.
Thank the Lord for the summer sun.
Soon to come.
To dry the rain.
Soothing subtly with kisses.
Dry grass and puppy dogs.

Sitting musing on fallen logs.
Of friendships that left.
And hearts that were broke.
Of the long past lovers that no longer spoke.
No more words uttered.
Their bread's always buttered.
Easier to swallow when moist.
Single minded.
A little lonely.
No choices.
Hollow voices.
Hollering proudly.
Free flying.
Fire sign spirit in me.
(c)LIVVI