I'm off to heaven this morning as I be sitting 'pon the bus.
Podiatrist invasion as my poorly feet doth cuss.
Crying internally silently, nowt but an odd wince be spake.
Today being my day of rest.
My feet I do so take, to the wonderful chiropodist.
Wise and wistful.
Curer of pain.
See her next year.
Same time again.
(c)LIVVI

I wish I could play the piano.
Teach all the swans to dance.
I wish I could paint the sky bright green, now I encounter romance.
I wish I could go to work dressed in my finest clothes.
However; when I walked through the door at night, I may just get up your nose.
I wish I were getting younger,
I have a battle with the vendor of time.
But, that could mean dementia now.
So I guess that means I'm fine.
I'll just be who I am, just grow old gracefully.
Like the cream for the cat with the cheesiest grin, I guess I just want to be me.
(c)LIVVI

You start but never finish to say what's on your mind.
I am a free spirit, but I'll take you as I find.
I don't need excuses made from tissue papers.
I would prefer lacy lilies made from sweet pink wafers.
At least then I could eat them and inwardly digest the life we two both enjoyed was nothing more than mess.
And to finally put the cap in place,
You laughed wildly young man as loudly you screamed at me, you have a very aged face.
Kids huh,
Who'd have 'em.?
(C) LIVVI

How deep is the river?
The river that flows,
Slowly over the stepping stones.
Builds up with emotion,
See how it goes.
Always in haste ,
How the river flows.
Inwardly,
Drawing the vortex.
Frothy and foamy.

Wildly,
Thrashing it goes.
In the throes of motion
Down into the cauldron, in front of the nose of the witness.
Who inhales the scent of the water?
Not given,
Only be lent.
Tumbling of water.
Lucid and free.
The cauldron of the devil
The strollers may see.
(c)LIVVI

Diamonds on the pavement,

Emeralds on the grass.

Trodden under heavy feet,

Look a lot like glass.



Symbols of engagement,

Trampled under foot.

Won't need to call the chimney sweep,

Just gave him the boot.



Wearing a tatty top hat,

Whenever in attendance.

But when he's wears his sweeps trews,

his *** looks rather cute.

The dark side of romance!
(C) LIVVI

The blackberries be coming.
Thorny brambles being fruity.
In shades and tones of ruby red, gooseberry green and mauve,
shiny in late summer sun.
In spite of a little the summer sun, a sure fire sign that summer's done.
An odd day dons a beach umbrella, a sun hat and a deck chair.
The coming in of autumn slowly,
Provocative of cardigans and rain hats.
Here we go,
All fall down.
Anyone fancy a crumble or pie.
Spite the end of summer days.
Smack autumn in the eye.
There be bonus upon the yield be given from the hedgehog bush.
(c)LIVVI