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Olivia Kent Sep 2016
She's leaving on a jet plane.
But I guess that she don't know, the reason why she's going.
A guess,that it's just to show you all the silly things,
The things that you're not knowing.

Things like love and slushy kisses.
Maybe being someone's mrs.

Oh little birds with folded wings they speak of oh such pretty things.

All that glitters is not gold,
She needs to say, before getting old.

Things that matter are not much.
She's missing moments from your touch.

Life is such a self-fulfilling prophecy. Where, I want you but you don't want me.

We're just two free spirits that roll in a glass.
A glass with a crack.
And that's a fact.

Wholesome, opaque,
How ever we dare,
As long they last.
And long shall they care.

As time is precious and so they may share.
Of idiosyncratic seconds, laid both open and bare.

As she lives for the moment,
She's just having a blast.

As the shepherdess,
Tears off her beautiful dress.
Puts on her genes if you know what that means.
A sheep in wolf's clothing, her hair is a mess.

And all the sheep fall, at her funny feet,
Which smell.
Her words be spoken, that only she can tell.
She wants to shout loudly but she's feeling so weak.

Knowing that her heart really doth skip a beat,
The frank shepherdess is really so sweet.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Sep 2016
Travelling back from all the bars.
With all the men with flying cars.
Who are living on the planet Mars.

My pint was finished.
My glass was smashed.
More so than me.
Ha ha,
No driving of his flying car,
Drink driving is not good you see.

Sipping drinks from a shiny chalice, beside the Martian sea.
There before me stood in good stead a fella seeking true love,
He found me on a cosmic dating agency.

He was a striking shade of red.
And around his head
He wore a blazing blue bandanna.

I offered him much sustenance in the form of a banana.
What I never knew was that,bananas were toxic to Martian men.
Never again!

Gave him vile flatulence.
No chance of romance, with this lovely Martian chap.
His belly went off with a dreadful bang.
Poor good looking Martian fella,
Belly ruptured.
Blood bright yellow.
Not a very pleasant sight.
Home I go alone tonight.
Martians are hopeless overnight.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Aug 2016
SKY
The breeze collected dust from earth,
Threw it at the sky,
Stroked it on the sunlight,
So as shooting stars it flies.
The season makes for clear nights.
Focus on the sky this night.
Bright, so bright.
(C) LIVVI
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
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