Olivia Kent

Olivia Kent Aug 2016

FAITH

One woman left the RC church.
Turned and faced the entry door.
Crossed her chest magnificent.
To see such faith.
Inside through the doors made out of glass one holy mother stuck out her *** as she nodded respect to the all holy altar.

My perception of religion still remains unaltered.
How much faith is shown by two women?
Who leave the church to have a brew.
I peaked over the top of my hat.
A fella sat in there doing.
Guess what?
A flaming hot summer's day.
And the good lord still has souls to save.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Aug 2016

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Walking through the whirlwind with grit in my eyes.
The rain's belting down as my heart be disguised.
Wrapped up in an invisible cloak.
I feel it's sensation.
As I'm starting to choke.
Making a moment into subliminal magic.
Spoken in whispers which are seen been not heard.
Words of significance.
Mere moments in time.
I write them in rhythm and now and then rhyme.
Good morning everyone.
It's not so ****** hot but I still see the sun.
(C)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Aug 2016

HOT!

So waiting for thunder to bring on the rain.
This morning was better but, now I'm in pain.
Thor, I beseech thee to bring me a storm.
Dancing cloud cover, needed as norm.
I'm feeling dried out.
Outside is wet.
Not what you're thinking.
Referring to sweat.
I'm melting as a lolly.
A lolly that's hot.
Please norse god, give me thunder claps.
And rain, that drip drops.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Aug 2016

VANITY?

The sun is beating down today.
Here hear, I say.
The funny idiosyncratic folks into the tanning salon trek.
Ooh heck
Crispy skin, cancer risk.
Folk are strange.
Or much too vain.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Aug 2016

PAIN

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

Olivia Kent Aug 2016

WISHES

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

Olivia Kent Aug 2016

A LITTLE FUN

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