I shall miss seeing the moon when I've died in my bed.
With a mound of cold earth on top of my head
The soil keeps me warm as my past life doth dawn.
For tonight the moon wears a beautiful silver aura,
Her face bright white on this cold night.
I shall miss seeing the moon when I'm dead in my bed.
The moon a pure lady.
Good God, I adore her.
(c)LIVVI

Don't **** me pleads the turkey.
I may not be pretty.
Let me still be living.
I'm not coming to tea.
Or lunch or even Christmas supper.
If I had half a chance,
All your plans I'd scupper.
If I give up gobbling.
Your special day be wobbling.
The Christmas cheer be sweet meat.
As mince pies fruity.
Bring good cheer
Custard and fresh cream.
Its just the time of year.
** ** **.
Hell lets be jolly.
Around his head a crown of holly.
Mistletoe kisses are better than none.
Christmas season's just begun.
(c)LIVVI

Where are you now my lover?
Thinking of you as I twiddle my hair.
You used to do that.
I wonder where you're living now.
The rainbows come the rainbows fade.
Under the shade of the oldest oak tree.
I wonder, do you still think of me?
Expect that you do
You'll never be true.
Truths kept inside.
Your air is in my heart.
You breathed me life.
But now I'm chained up,
Somewhere came along.
Straight from out of nowhere and stole the ruddy key.
Ships of dreams.
Grounded.
Somewhere there's a sandy beach.
No more love my man,
My love, you're out of reach.
Grit in my eyes.
That's my excuse!
Whirling winds.
Cut diamonds hard and sharp.
Stranded on sand dunes.
Listening to tunes.
Nothing left to do.
Never to get over you.
Perhaps I don't want to.
Maybe I should.
(c)LIVVI

There was a time.
When a child cried.
Somewhere, in a distant memory,
Children became, but once forgot.
As, they for whom once being parents died in mind.
Old boys and old girls become wasted by life.
Once somebodies' mother, husband or wife.
Old soldiers.
Land girls.
Yesterdays heroes and heroines.
Paths climbed by time honoured sons.
Orchards laden with precious fruit,
Turning russet with increasing age.
Family's breeze onwards.
Through generation gaps.
As times always in a hurry, too much.
And after moaning and groaning,
They're talking in muddles again
Old boys and girls ,take their much needed naps.
Best times are the rest times.
Past times ,
Just precious recollections in foggy brown puddles.
(C) LIVVI

All the world's a stage.
Bare planks of balsa wood tossed upon the breeze.
The butterfly twitches wings in Bangkok,
Cruise control Manilla.
South Asia sea rolls.
Butterfly with patterned wings,
Reverts to caterpillar.
A big fat hairy one.
Toking on a fat cigar,
Driving a huge expensive car.
Turns into a juggernaut.
Too large to carry on.
In the corner truck is stuck.
The stage it's fallen now,
But how?
Enter stage left a servant of the living crown present the globe with lots of luck.
Carried in a golden casket.
A world trade deal all linked up, within a worldwide shopping basket.
He grins from ear to ear.
Being positive right now,
As he wipes away world tears.
What a dear he is.
A smiling face.
Despite the fact his stage fell down.
He still smiles without a frown.
(c)LIVVI