Olivia Kent

Olivia Kent Jul 2016

Marriage be that of twisted tongues
That doth perplex the loveliest of maids in golden dress
Twisted tongues that ne'er speak, but as banshee exhale thine lungs.
Single maiden, the lord of love doth wholly bless.
Maiden wears no band of gold, beauty lies deep in her soul.
She has beauty in her eyes,
Needs no man to make her whole.
Her forked tongue doth spill no lies.
Away from weddings she may walk.
In dainty shoes on tender feet,
For in her heart it's only talk.
Her heart be warm, her tongue be sweet.
Wears nothing but a cheery glow.
Only thee and me shalt ever know.
(C)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jul 2016

BUBBLES

Wish that I lived in a bubble.
Not a Buble (BUBLAY) ,
Yes a bubble.
If I lived in a bubble I'd rock and I'd roll while dancing on air.
Spectral colours while children look into me.
My troubles be locked in my bubble.
For no one but but children to see.
I'd be freer than a bird in mind.
I'm off to work.
My bubble burst.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jul 2016

GOD'S A GAL

The sinner's rocking heaven.
The gates have fallen wide.
Love and truth and honesty all left outside.
The angels play at football,
Beating drums not harps.
Their echoes heard through amplifiers all around the park.
God speaks words we seldom hear,
As she grabs the sinners by the ears.
She arranges the cracking vibe to flow,
Onwards through sullen skies.
She loathes the way that all is wrong,
Unjust, unfair,
She sits on a rosy pillow, toking on her ****.
She grins around her face,
Perhaps she thinks it's funny,
What the hell's gone wrong?
(C) LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jul 2016

WEDDING VOWS

Marriage be that of twisted tongues
That doth perplex the loveliest of maids in golden dress
Twisted tongues that ne'er speak, but as banshee exhale thine lungs.
Single maiden, the lord of love doth wholly bless.
Maiden wears no band of gold, beauty lies deep in her soul.
She has beauty in her eyes,
Needs no man to make her whole.
Her forked tongue doth spill no lies.
Away from weddings she may walk.
In dainty shoes on tender feet,
For in her heart it's only talk.
Her heart be warm, her tongue be sweet.
Wears nothing but a cheery glow.
Only thee and me shalt ever know.
(C)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jul 2016

CHANGING SKIES

Formations of angels with trumpets,
Horses for courses,
Children with buckets and water made spades.
Faces and features,
Castles and clowns,
Ribbons and roses,
Interfering noses,
The man in the moon with lines o'er his face,
Tricks of the light,
Pure wizardry,
Old hags on besoms,
Magic perception,
Appearance,
****,
They're gone,
Changelings in the firmament,
Bright white,
Grey as tears that look towards creeping,
Before they,
All fall down.
(C) LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jul 2016

OF DARK SKIES

Catching clouds in water butts.
To sate the flora in summery heat.
Puddles of words
Spoken and wrote.
The clouds grey, just like smoke.
Scent of the damp as it rolls over ramps.
The sky unremarkably dark.
Tired day.
Crying sleep.
Short moments till the sky will weep.
I believe.
Maybe the black clouds only deceive.
Caress the nightly mantle.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jul 2016

TATTOO

Ingrained deeply, imagined love.
Letters scratched with diamond loaded pen and the sweetest of Indian ink.
Influenced by adult child.
Reflection of recognition,
Scraps left as ignorance of what may not have been,
Had the amateur painting spread.
Fortunately discreet,
Sweet.
(C) LIVVI