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Olivia Kent Dec 2016
Glowing snow lay weeping branch
Winter bird,cold feet.
Shivers.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Nov 2016
A guitar case with no music in, owned by
the old woman who can't sing.
He sweeps the comb through her straggly hair,
What no money and nobody cares.
He wipes the burning tears from her pretty eyes.
Listens to her worried sighs.
She's concerned about a lack of dosh.
Christmas is coming, oh golly gosh.
He, is the fellow with the overgrown belly and the beard of white,
Waiting for Christmas eve.
Bring on that night.
His name by now you must be aware is really Santa Claus,
This year he's really scared.
With no toys for his haversack.
Due to lack of funds.

A sleigh in need of service.
Reindeer nibbling rotten carrots.
**** Horrible.
And the sprouts are full of wind.
His workshop staff redundant,
More silent, than a winter's night upon a turkey farm.

Outside,the local families gather beneath last year's yule .
This year, everybody's skint
Lit the bonfire with stones of flint.
Perfect purpose,
Free fuel.
Carols echo noisily outside the house next door.
"Disappear" she said in a very loud voice.
Wait a few weeks before you rejoice.
It's way too early,
"Go", she said.
"Please, please, I beg of you no more.
As yet, at least.
It's much too soon.
Wait until December, to have a cheery feast.
I guess it's your choice."
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Nov 2016
The trees fight the whistling wind, strength is their resilience.
The windows scratched by wild man who dances in my garden.
Naked fingers,
Realms of weather.
The rain is lashing all that's bare.
Tossed and turned without a care.
The cold hath teeth no man can see.
The ebony of darkest shade it keeps it's prisoners trapped inside.
Whilst in the house the sneezes freed.
Mother moon is hiding fast behind her clouds, those ones be blast.
Past midnight.
Morning lost, out of sight.
Frightful Saturday night.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Nov 2016
The war of the third world is on route.
I feel it in my broken bones.
Falling skies and writhing sand.

Come world climb from the fence.
May goals no more create sorrow.
A glowing sun, fresh water,
Tomorrow walking in,
Tail removed from tangled straps which bridle it between the legs.
Winter time and the living ain't easy.
Bombs and guns,
No war to be won.
No world to be fought for, if we're not careful.
Fearful world.
Sleep easy.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Nov 2016
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
Olivia Kent Nov 2016
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
Olivia Kent Nov 2016
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
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