STRANGE TIMES
I have a penthouse apartment in the back of beyond.
It's in the distance.
Painted on a skyline,
Silhouetted in ebony black.
It's in another city,
I know not where.
It has darkness and sorrow,

Maybe finding it is attainable.
A raven, flies over somewhere.
Potent portent of doom,

I invented it as I'm sat in my room.
Boredom taking hold.
It's being bold,
So am I.

How dare it I ask,
I ask myself.
I ask you?

I'm willing to view in the eye of my wild mind,
A future filled passion, that we all shall find.

We'll catch a ball.
A perfect globe.
Dress it with high fashion.
Caress it with love.
The world the wonder,
Wearing nowt except a protective verdant glove.

We will arise.
Open your eyes.
See beyond the darkness.
For there will surely be light.

(C)Livvi

Breathing's carcinogenic, when breathing the wrong things.
Smoking cigarettes.
Laying smog,
Hit the chest like an old dog.
Pollution overload.
Drink and drugs are killing you,
Life's problems, induced by man's behaviour.
Fatty foods and alcohol sure ain't nobody's saviour.
They say that Joan's got a big heart,
It's loaded up with body mass.
And it's the vessel full of poison punch, that John drank from,
That made his liver bigger.
A mass collection of varices float around his swollen belly,
Much the same for Julia.
As if they didn't realise,
It's all over the telly.
Jenny had ****** relations with far too many men,
All the children that she's left with, flock to their mother hen.
A life full of demanding,
With little reprimanding.
But then,
They're living on the breadline,
Mother must be careful, not to burn their toast,
Another ****** carcinogen,
Most people love a cuddle, but no one wants a stroke !
(c)LIVVI

The wolf bays, as sundown falls.
He's singing to the moon.
Hark his fearsome calls.
Big in stature, almost screaming, as his ******* swoon.
Running through the undergrowth,his pack aside.
That pack ventures forth.
Due north of course.
There's an elk in the open, grazing,
A little late I know.
Hears the baying wolf coming,
Off he goes.
Fellows from the pack of lupines,
Left eating worms,
Got no grub.
Ain't got no satisfaction.
Maybe tomorrow night.
If they stay silently out of sight.
(c)LIVVI

Beside the river,
Straw in hat,
Sketching visions from my mind,
Merging them, with that I see.
I sip my whine deliberately,
Always moaning,
That's just me.
In front of this tiger's eye,
A dancing streak of fish doth fly.
In the sunlight glinting,
Against the sun my eyes be squinting.
Sat on the checked rug a flick of the wrist,
There went that bug!
I turn,
Dreaming I'm kissing you,
Guess the truth of the matter is maybe I'm missing you!
(c) LIVVI

Etched spicy words on squares of glass.
A little bit cathartic.
Release the words of fiery flies.
The world may read with perfect eyes.
Creeping increase in temperature,
Freedom of letters,
Immature.
None can see or feel these words,
Dispatched on rise in Celsius.
A puddle in a pile of dust.
One thing is that, of that I'm sure.
(c)LIVVI

It swallowed a dictionary..
It did, it was a hexagonal lexicon,
It got stuck in the oesophagus of the great white whale.
He choked and choked deciding that he needed to clear his throat,
It was getting quite distressed,
Poor thing.
Threw him a packet of PPIs (proton pump inhibitor's,
(Rennie or the like)
Have you ever witnessed a whale ***** before?
The whale's throat was rather sore.
Sea dogs and skippers hold on to your hats.
There's a tidal wave coming and that's about that!
Watching the whale a rumbling and grumbling,
"Below decks the captain said"
The vessels rocked and rolled,
Tossed on the swell,
Good gracious me,
What a terrible smell.
The sea subsided,
The whale felt better,
The crew came on deck.
No need to get wetter.
The sea dogs all shivered as they looked at their boat.
The paint was all stripped off from the juices as noted.
Needed repainting saved them a job.
Gastric juice of the whale had finished the task.
Sick whales are most useful at times,
Especially in one of my little rhymes.
(C) LIVVI

The lights flick out worldwide.
Factory of building fear.
El presidente is fearsome.
Adversary to normal folk.
The duck man is coming.
No joke.
My boots are quaking more than me.
Deep inhalation.
Crying freedom.
Begging and squealing.
Like many more than three little pigs.
The house that's white is filled with fright.
God help us.
Time to start praying.
(c)LIVVI

Empathy,
Not sympathy,
Bright,
Not dull.
Caring,
Not scary.
The love dove beating her wings.
In her beak only beautiful things.
Poppies,
Not lilies, nor nettles.
Poppies thrown overland as memorial of battles from the lands before.
We are peaceful of perfect heart.
We love our world so dressed with art and creativity.
Let our planet live and breathe.
She is glorious,
Sustainable life.
We love the world,
The world and her wife.
(c) LIVVI

Missing,
The red.
Something a little like a shiny squirrel.
Once the colour was precious.
Rare.
Glowing.
Proud.
Cherished.
Protected.
Now,
Merely­.
An irksome rodent pest.
Is faded.
Still buzzing.
Skittish,
Scurrying.
Grey.
(C) LIVVI
A loose look at the changing colour of my hair.
Inspired by Matt Chamberlain

Bird flirting with death.
In a deadly dance on the train line.
Train coming.
Woo woo,
Fly past.
And I find myself musing towards immortal fantasy.
My imagination picks up images that no man shall ever see.
Precious images won't be the death of me, nor the tiny little bird,
Sweet,
Dicing with death on the line that's electric.
He'll live to see another day,
Wahey.
(c)LIVVI

Lost in a whirlwind.
That's beating the eyes.
The falling of old leaves.
A mere disguise.
At the end of the twiglets, buds of green curl.
Tight.
Neat.
Waiting to unfurl.
Proof in the mind's eye that true love is coming.
A love of life.
Trifling.
Dabbling.
Magic of spring break.
Last year is happily dead.
Momentous change.
Around the invisible corner doth wait.
For sure.
In all certainty.
All hands be raised that tomorrow may be great.
(C) LIVVI

Breathe.
Exhale as hard as you can.
Feel.
A chill as it nips at your fingers, toes and nose.
Smell the freshness of winter.
Feel the vicious kiss of cold on lips that chap and crack.
Be grateful.
Christmas is over,
We survived the year just left.
Cry tears for all who have departed.
First.
Now stop.
Breathe.
Life.
Love they who have just started.
Leave no stone unturned.
No lesson unlearned.
Live,
Love,
Thrive,
Survive.
No choice.
Together a world voice.
(c)LIVVI

We're tired they said.
Before fumbling and stumbling blindly into bed.
The warren ceased it's burrowing's.
Comedienne, bade the world goodbye, before she took her leave.
Princess Leia's bleeding heart was wiped upon her sleeve.
George Micheal, crept unexpectedly into his duvet covered bed.
Covered his head and drifted into eternal slumber.
How many more complete the number. After all 2016, must bear the number of the beast.
Maybe, just maybe the Grim Reaper's had his final feast,
For this year anyway.
(c)LIVVI

Sitting on the railway station
Uncertain of my destination.
Bags all packed ready to go.
The trains all cancelled due to snow.
Christmas hours are catching up.
All stressed out and seeing red.
This morning trains are all disrupted.
The signals are all misconstrued.
Even the signal man is being rude.
People queuing on the station still.
Waiting for their Christmas fill.
Bags are loaded.
Overflowing.
Cash be spent
Often lent or borrowed.
Happy faces,
Super smiles.
Early morning.
Late night.
Christmas spirit.
Burning bright.
(c)LIVVI

There is a little hedgehog.
He's curled up in my nice snug bed.
His prickly spikes are scratching my face.
His fleas invade my pit.
Although my dog, she finds him irksome,
She does nothing about it.
She wouldn't dare.
It's only down to my good taste, all three of us can share.
I called my hedgehog a he.
Do you know what, I don't know if it's a he or she.
It's just a prickly pal.
I have no intention of checking the bits that matter.
Anyway, I don't really have a hedgehog in my bed.
If I did I'd need someone to come examine my head.
I do however have a silly sense of humour.
(c)LIVVI

Playing scrabble crazily,
I'm running out of words,
The flowers are all hiding,
Except of course the holly.
The children are all buzzing, like bumblebees on speed
Father Christmas counting cash to beat his little angels needs.
Mother always worries about how to count her money,
The bumblebees on speed just spilled all the honey.
"**** it", says mother the bank notes are all sticky,
Blooming mother, into crime has got to launder money.
It's very cold outside.
Those darned notes will never dry.
The children will not settle down,
and there's still a week to go.
They're looking at the green grass,
they're wishing it would snow.
I the poet doesn't want it too,
Makes my soggy feet all blue.
I guess it's back to Scrabble.
That was a bit of fun.
Mental exercise for a moment,
over and done.
(C) LIVVI

Standing by the soup kitchen,
Wrapped up in freezing cold.
Not very old in numbers,
but feeling rather old.
The townsfolk snub him,
They ignore his missus.
His fingers sparkle blue and red,
No magic lurks within.
His blanket's rather itchy.
the people passing by,
are either numb or ******.
get a job, they shout for sport.
their coffee cup, their only support.
It beggars belief that the poor souls get grief.
There for the grace of God go I.
(c) Livvi

Welcome to Aleppo
The land of hell on earth.
Where children take their first breath
And pass on date of birth.
Families proud who long for strength in sorrowful defiance.
Beaten back by mortal coils.
They rise, they fall.
They sail on in ignorance of what each new day may hold.
Still they toil.
Strive to survive.
Try not to fail miserably
From day to day.
As children play.
In piles of dust where strength of what was shelter, incredibly be bust.
The time is now to save their souls,
Live long enough to reach their goals.
Their stars are burning out.
(c)LIVVI
I'VE NEVER BEEN AND HAVE NO DESIRE TOO, IMAGINE HOW IT MUST BE FOR THE PEOPLE X

Paper wishes give
Carols Christmas ring allowed
Red tinsel hanging.
(c)LIVVI

Christmas carols make me cry.
The tears flow.
I wonder why.
The spirit lifts my sentiments,
Arise my soul.
Of gold and frankincense,
Scented myrrh.
I do concur,
That Christmas makes the world bright.
(c)LIVVI

Love loaded boxes
feeling filled floral ribbons
child smile ocean wide
(c)LIVVI

There's a hole in my roof, I know not what to do.
My lamplight is fading, I've worn out my shoes.
Life's at a junction, a crossroads maybe.
From myself,
I must let go,
someone must help save me,
Time to be set free.
Dark alleyways and corners all dragging me in,
First sleep is chasing me and I can't give in.
My pretty eyes shut.
I start the night's battle,
As soon they shut, my how the brain rattles.
I'm stuck on a fence at the top of the world.
Each day another ****** nightmare unfurls.
Like a pennant carried by a chap on an apocalypse horse.
On a course out to fail.
In a yacht with no sail.
Drifting off course and nothing could be worse
I'm alive and I'm well, but this is sheer hell.
In need of support, but feel like it's sport.
I am a fox, please find me a hole!
(C) LIVVI

Healthy pond lives wild
thriving bumblebees living stung
silently dying
(c) LIVVI

Flying reindeer slays
birds crash into holly bush
red man bearing gifts.
(C) LIVVI

Seaweed dressing up
rocks styled classy tide drifting
memories of beach.
(C) LIVVI

He would've jumped through hoops for her.
And Friday's come around again.
Loved her ever always, has no clue he hath her squashed.
She once was that blessed kiss on his lips, that tug on his wrist, the pull on his hips.
Now they're just ships that pass in the night.
Initial emotions
Locked out of sight.
He was the breeze in her hair.
So unfair, that he shattered her dreams,
All left behind, in the drama of a broken mirror , after all they hath no care, mirrors care not for what they view.
Not you or him nor him or you.
And the band plays on in ignorance.
Still the people dance.
All so unfair.
(c) LIVVI

Water boatman, frozen pond.
Crystal letters,
Magic wand.
(c)LIVVI