The eroding sea has vicious teeth.
Destroys the endless rocks.
Making doorways impassable to man or beast.
Urging fishes on.
Families watch from cliff top edges as sea trawls on and on.
Ebb and flow online of shore.
Sea swirls around the Lulworth rocks.
As christened "Durdle Door"
(C) LIVVI

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