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Olivia Kent Aug 2016
I met a cricket in my hall.
It wasn't one of Buddy's.
He stopped and conversed with me, in words unspoken but still understood.
He rubbed his legs together as if to say.
I shall not "Enter the Dragon", before he hopped away.
(C) LIVVI
My son has a bearded dragon . It's staple diet is Crickets and locusts.
Olivia Kent Aug 2016
In bed I woke.
My spirit laid at my side.
It was wriggling and jiggling.
My spirit wanted it's refreshment.
In the land that's called outside.
My spirit is over the hill.
My spirit has gorgeous name.
My spirit's name is Blue.
She's nearly seven and she is my personal heavenly spirit.
Giving comfort when she's near.
(c)LIVVI
Mother was the lawmaker
the love giver
She
took our pains away
from the childhood ills
and hurts
of yesterday.

She Provided for and brooded over,
soft and stern in equal turn
no favourites there.

We were her children
Her pride and joy
Her girl
Her boys

Then we grew
flew the nest as
grown ups do,
but Mother knew
that we'd be there at
the closing of her day.
Olivia Kent Aug 2016
When Neil Diamond wrote Hot August Night.
My god that chap was right.
In my bed I almost drown.
Love the weather.
Must cool down.
Swamped by sweats of night time kind.
Think I'm going outta my mind.
Come November being a Brit
When the weather cools down,
I'll whine about it.
I'll moan and groan like a sorrow filled mare.
When raindrops and icicles enter my hair.
Then I'll beg for summer sun.
One day when the rains fall I'll beg for summer sun.
Typical English chick.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Aug 2016
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
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
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
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