He told me that the world was good.
Maybe was carved from ball of wood.
Sadly 'twas invaded by wood worms.
Who spent hours daily nibbling.
However: it isn't really wooden.
Despite the pain 'tis really good, good as gold.
Our world protected, loved so dearly.
Close to ending,
Only nearly.
Protected by the word of various lords,
And mythical souls.
Hercules in full support,
The weight of the world on his shoulders.
Heracles despatching lions, well only one to my knowledge.
Gods and prophets will do their best.
Adam and Eve conceived their sons and Noah's floods and Lot's salt pillar.
Angels soothe minds of the troubled.
While gorgons, witnessed turn to stone, their snakes are hungry their dying for rats.
Samaritans will save the world, not just lonesome travellers.
And Jesus, he turned water into wine, not mine, loaves and fishes to feed them all.
Let us pray.
(C) LIVVI

Once I had a mood ring.
It locked tight about my finger.
Glowed shades of vibrant red when wild I was inside.
It turn a shade of mellow yellow when soothed and calmed by changing moments.
A shade of green which changed by degrees when ire and jealously me deceived.
One day the stone fell out, the band remained and so it shouts.
It's crying for the missing stone, I swear my heart and ears perceive it's calling moan.
Mislaid it long ago, when I was pure as blowing snow.
Cold in heart. caught in mind.
The ring mislaid no more to find.
From then onwards the only ring I wore was on one of gold, I wear no more.
My love was sold.
I bear no more, not ever.
No ring be worn no more.
Mood moments governed by pure emotions, not tatty stones or loves devotions.
(C) LIVVI