Bomber command all set for a mission.
Reconnaissance and rendezvous, somewhere around half past two.
The sun beats down at half past twelve.
Fuelled up, all set to fly.
First command flew earlier.
All back safe and well.

Yesterday they lost a chap.
Jasper got nobbled by an English fella with a smoking gun.
A right good shot he got.
Got him from the blind side.
Crashed straight into a passing car.
Should've seen the wreckage.
Car crashed into another.

Sodding seagulls, real pests.
Tried to grab a  poor boys pasty.
Things got really really nasty!
English seagulls by the coast.
The father of the son, made the pasty stealing seagull another wholly ghost!
(C) LIVVI

The land it's name was faraway.
A land so pretty,
The land where fairies play.
The grass verdant and succulent.
Glows in the midday sun.
The trees bow inadvertently to the fairies passing by.
Fairies bearing various gender.
Girl folk with flowing straw like hair, bound with strands of strawberry flair.
Menfolk wearing doublet and hoes.
Black and green.
Obvious features, all fairy men folk sport a pointed nose.
Elder folk, they have aching knees.
Hair tinged with tiger stripes of grey and black.
Could have been zebra stripes,but the elderly fairies, can be just a little spritely, temperamental at times.
They sit under willow trees.
Writing, busking rhymes.
Listen without witness, you'll swear you'll hear them sing.
Leave a pretty penny in the spot where you have been.
Walk silently away.
Peer over your left shoulder and you may just glimpse the fairy queen.
If you should be so lucky.
(c)Livvi

The bushes are blushing Blackberry.
Means one thing for sure.
Summer's nearly over.
Autumnal colours are scratching at the door.
Ready for a bramble crumble.
Apples for cooking,
Crumble mix.
Summer is going.
Can we call it back again.
As seasons flick from change to change.
Shocking, they're turning round again.
Muggy like a criminal, laying on your chest.
Choking, holding back from moving on.
Autumn coming, summer's gone.
Sullen clouds, of black and white.
Salt and pepper sunlight.
Grey at times, then shiny white.
August the first.
Cloud burst.
Once again it's flaming hot.
(c) Livvi

Paradise hides in tree tops and bushes.
Edges caught on butterfly wings.
Beautiful honey makers and other things.
Even the pesky moths that nibble your clothes.
In the feathers of birds, satin black sheen.
Mere pond life.
Nature, their mother, lover and glorious wife.
(c) Livvi

City clock tower echoes with the chimes of much too early morning.
The woman in the large car kisses him goodbye.
Off to work we all go, hi **.
Don't know any of them.
Foreigners sit and chat, jibber jabber.
Can of pop at breakfast.
That's just me.
Lacking rhythm posting rhyme.
It's just gone 07.
Off to heaven, on the back of the first thing bus.
Half alive, half dead.
On my way to make some bread.
Hey hey..!
Fun and sunshine.
Medicine pots.
Elderly ladies, hats with spots.
Sat in the sun, neath the parasol.
The clock bell, it's been out of sorts.
A new bell and old tower.
Elderly people who're sharing my hours.
You help me to live while I'm helping you.
(c) Livvi

Hatred.
Bigotry.
Audacity.
Loss of freedom.
Dignity.
Colour identities.
Racism and religion.
Wobbly football world.
Kick it.
Love all.
Dig decency.
Care compassion.
World wide, high fashion.
Smashing borders.
Obeying orders.
(C) Livvi

Terracotta soldiers, marching forever.
Still they stay.
Silently rigid.
Entombed long time.
Long time to linger.
Much longer.
Tick tock.
Not rocking.
Faces indifferent to their situation.
Stuck forever.
Not wearing leather boots.
Their own red boots.
They don't wear down.
(c)Livvi

Time.
Stopped still.
Still stopped.
Sleeping asleep.
Eyes shut.
No peeping.
Crying in crystals.
Nobody's weeping.
Lost bits and bobs.
Copper knobs.
Plumbing equipment.
Serves other jobs.
Reaching and stretching.
Inside wretched.
Seams made of Lycra,
Shapely formation.
Extraordinary dreams.
Sure things with strangers.
Regardless of dangers.
Not me.
(c)Livvi

Everywhere I look I see sky darts flying.
Zooming noisily over my head.
Reminding me.
Matter of factly.
They don't care.
Escaping the rat race.
They couldn't care less.
That you left.
How could you desert me?
How dare you go off to be free.
One of life's adventures.
Nothing ventured.
Nothing gained.
How dare you?

How dare I have the audacity to cry?
How dare I?
Emptiness is just a state of mind.
I find myself sobbing again.
Sleep didn't work.
Work was heaven.
The perfect forget me not.
I'm ******* with family stuff.
Have a great life.
I'm feeling it tough.
At least I shan't be drowning on the bathroom floor anymore.
That's a bonus.
Mum x

Haunted by the image.
My brother?
Not mine...
Her brother's not innocuous.
Sings songs of strange lusting for blood.
Half-dressed man seeking blood of humans.
Dressed, half- dressed in a way that's  disturbing.
Dark haired immortal.
Stuck in a coil.
Unrelenting spring.
Whatever evil doth it bring.
A vile of disguise hiding in the catacombs.
Waiting for the free.
He's hungry.
Lustful soul.
Where are you walking tonight?
(C) LIVVI

You came in as a snowflake.
Laid on me in winter's chill.
Loved me like a hurricane.
Soothed me, kept me warm and still.
In a flowing tide of stretched emotions.
You went and left me high and dry.
It was but two years ago today.
Lost my heart like yesterday.
Your heart was oh so set asunder.
You fell in love with the lady Liv.
Who two years on now doth forgive.
The angel of the fifth dimension?
His name too toxic now to mention.
(c) Livvi

Hanging in the summer silence....
Nothing.
A tiny mouse of the sky passes by.
Snatching midges in full flight.
The presence of a late summer night.
Bonfire crackling.
The aura of brightness.
Dead wood redressed.
The fire dances.
A little like an evening witch.
Wearing melting nets.
Chunks of old wood.
No use anymore.
Burning to perfection.
Ashes.
Eyelashes of dead-end wood.
Heart of the evening.
All well.
It's good.
The fire dies.
The bat retreats.
See you again tiny chap.
Same time.
Same place.
Maybe next week.
(c)Livvi

Saw the man coming.
Bringer of warmth in a tatty old wagon.
Scruffy old horse with tangled once flowing mane,
Deteriorated into a matted mess.
Coal man's direction in perfection.
Old bay gelding standing patient at the road edge.
Waiting on the coal man to ducking into our yard.
Heard the cellar lid lifting,
He tipped the coal inside.
Asked him when I went to the gate.
Can I trot along for the ride.
Coal fella said "no time today".
Another day maybe.
Said "I'll see".
Never got to ride on top.
Times changed, bought coal from the shop
Many folk switched fuel to gas.
The coalman's assistant put out to grass.
It was the other day.
Sky shone brightly without warning.
A black shiny horse in funeral regalia.
Glass coach with a casket within.
Sign on the side easy to see.
Informed me that the coalman was free.
Driven away in a hearse,
By a friend.
Dependable horse.
Finale for he,
The coalman.
His end.
Reminded me of my childhood.
When life was peaceful and times were good.
"Tara coalman!"
(c)Livvi

I remember the ink you stuck under my skin.
You loved me you left me, so did it begin.
Your name is tattooed, lying under my skin.

You were the prince of ink.
A cuttlefish they said.
I have your name strung up my arm, but you and I are dead.

You drew pictures of love hearts and flowers.
Added your name,.
I sat in the parlour for hours and hours.
While you, the artist worked.
Weaving magic.
Sadly tragic.
Scars across my open heart.
When we left hand in hand.
The heavens poured their meagre scorn.
Those heart marks wouldn't wash away.
Never in a million would I ever be set free.
A Friday afternoon alcohol session,
My consort was the prince of ink.
He captured my arm, a permanent tag.
Labelled like a superstore, an advertisement upon his bag.
All the world, look where she's been.
Tattooed lady looks obscene.
(C) LIVVI

The butterfly slept on the arm with the sun.
She spent her life with the special one.
Her wings were red and edged with ebony black.
Delicate as lace.
She picked her companion carefully.
A Buddleia bush, a swarm of glory, a kaleidoscope, a flutter.
Alighted for the after noon,
Her life will fail her much to soon.
Short while spent in an unkind case.
Embryo unwrapped.
Locked in the doorway of the old woman's shed.
From nature at her harshest to nature at her glorious,
by means of metamorphosis.
ugly gave up beautiful, rare delicate exquisite expression, mere words cannot describe.
Escaped from her casing and so she fled.
Lovely Lepidoptera.
(C) LIVVI

Innocent child you stand in the rain.
Momma is stranded, bus late again.
You wipe away tears.
Year after year.
Still you sit.
Silently waiting.
The quiet is grating.
Air hangs heavy.
Atmosphere of no fear.
You had no recollection of that accident.
Tragically both of you taken.
You knew not.
A clump of forget-me-nots cluttered the road edge.
Today you still stand.
Not realising the hovering dark clouds are just a mere disguise.
A swirling storm, a whirling tornado.
Momma came home.
Carried back on the wind.
It rocked.
She captured your hand, held safely in hers.
Another quick twist, both of you gone.
(c)Livvi

Ashes of youth blow forlorn into the wind.
Adulthood, youth's personal Armageddon.
Crisis accomplices.
Apocalyptic horses.
Fiery manes.
Childhood's oblivion.
Never again,
Human condition hopes.
For should the wildest mustangs steal sensibility and recognition.
May shall be so woefully returned to infancy.
With hair of an air of serious grey.
Sodden underwear.
Memories lost.
Those of the long-term past may linger a while, pointing the gnarled finger labelled dementia,
Vaguely, but cruelly into the air.
Forgotten in moments.
The visiting wife.
She who provided such trouble and strife.
Not long ago was the love of your life.
Sporting a forbidden aura of just couldn't cares.
The one who was sadly no longer there.
(c)Livvi

Pew, Pew, Barney, McGrew.
Trumpton's poor firemen are cyanotic blue.
Had to tackle a blaze at Windy's mill.
The local teens all held a rave.
Teenage gals and teenage boys with no regard,for flour and mills.
Wanted to manufacture wicked pills.
Chemistry sets and bunsen burners, thought they'd cook some rocking earners.
Boom, boom, bang the mill is exploding.
The mill's all full of smoke.
Firemen are trapped.
The kids are in a manic panic.
Theyall escape.
Teenage party people.
For heaven's sake.
Listens and learn, before you choke to death or burn.
The firemen they got rescued by their team commander,
His name was Lucky Lee.
In the fresh air the comical funny firemen breathed fresh air.
So glad to be free.
And the poetic woman will create poetic positivity.
The glass is full up with various optimistic stuff.
(c)Livvi

Silent graveyard.
Grass untended by the keeper.
Standing there
At the end of the six foot run.
See her crying.
Whatever the weather.
Always there.
Sense her smile.
She's was the chosen one
Young attentive woman.
Was once forever.
Now she's gone.
Ancient vase brimming with sun blanched paper flowers.
She wears a hat.
It's pink,
Faded with a garland of flowers ringing, it's skull.
Almost a summer coronet.
She sits now.
Legs crossed, she's musing.
The pen of the phantom.
Her image presented.
In mystical words.
Sometimes in pictures.
The woman is in a world of her own.
Her pen plays in time, with the motivation of the clock hands.
Turning slowly.
Each minute she watches.
Watching for the movement.
Unheard, save the quarterly chimes.
Darkness descends.
The ghost writer twists her pencil around on a whet stone.
Tomorrow shall surely come
She shall write some more.
Now the clock dictates,
Time for her to visit her cold night casket.
To wait for tomorrow's quaint wicker basket.
She knows it's coming.
She can rest in peace anticipating.
The visitor stands.
She's deep in thought.
Leaves behind a present she bought.
Brought grandma a case of colours.
Pencils, pens and ink.
Pretty pictures.
Wonderful words.
It helps her to grieve.
Finding the words her dear Nanny did leave.
Missives from a heart of gold.
(c)Livvi

Don't cry baby.
Your daddies gone off hunting.
He wants to get a trophy.
Just so you can see.
What a clever boy he's been!

Introduction to a child of everything that's  mean.
Daddy tell your little kid.
Of all the vile things you did.
Bet you can't, bet feel ashamed.
Of taking part in cruel sport and labelling it a game.

"Son, daddy fox is called a dog.
Mummy fox a *****.
Baby foxes little cubs soppy as a kitten"
A spot of education..
Hell  hounds have a job to do, apparently.
Together, language of us common folk will paint the sky bright blue.
"Jackanory".
***** story.
Written by the Tories.
For fox sake keep the ban.
Speak out loud while we still can!
(c)Livvi

My ******* are calling to my knees.
They're very close you see.
My jeans control my belly.
My hair is going zebra.
My eyes were sharper than a spear.
Now they see you when you're near.
My teeth are made of ivory, if only for the image.
Crumbling into the sea,but as I said I can't see them them break.
Even the mirror is quaking.
I am just a shocking sight
Thank god for a electric brain.
Sparks still fly as dangerous razors.
Although the body's getting fat.
Not much I can do about that.
All downhill from here.
Thrilling.
(c)Livvi

A congregation of homeless folk.
Sat on the kerbside.
It's no joke.
One man, his dog and straggling lady.
All struggling to survive.
They're just staying alive.
"Oh oh oh,staying alive"..in the words of the Bee Gees.
Somehow they thrive.
Just staying alive.
Slaves to government!
Disinterested.
Disinterred.
Dug up.
Another problem for babbling rabbling Britain.
Streets full of poverty.
Lovelorn strangers.
Never free.
(C) LIVVI

The situation of departing life.
One thing I learned and be sure.
I have watched several people disappear.
Vessels full of organs.
Once they sparked and buzzed.
Metaphorically of course
Only seen older ones.
Thank heaven.
Couldn't bear seeing an infant pass.

They all looked peaceful with a sublime style.
A visage, that said goodbye without words.
I never saw ****** contortions.
Life's abortion.
Brakes on, they've gone in living form.
The unseen train pulled in at the station.
No tickets or boarding card for this long vacation.
Pre-booked billet.
Free of charge.

Never saw angels collecting them.
Nor saw the reaper grim.
Thank God.
Don't want to meet him anytime soon.
Not saying everyone dies in peace.
All I know is that, those I saw looked comfortable.
Free at last.
Sleep well
I don't know, maybe they're in a better place.
I'd like to think so,
That one thing I'd like to know.
Hopefully, last breathing moment brings forth a silent sleep.
Weep only from love, not pain.
For we shall surely meet again.
(c) Livvi
I don't do heaven and hell stuff, but I was trying to pen reassurance **

I remember when July was the queen of the summer.
June prize peaches on the trees.
Pretty girl's wore bobby socks and gingham frocks.
August threw down heavy fruits.
Fruits of labour for the gardener who had to collect his tasty harvest.
Says to the missus, you know love.
This crop's one of the best.
Woman make me some pie said he, forget his manners, he did.
Arrogant sometimes you see.
First met he when she were a kid she did.
The garden sprawled with blackberries.
Knew there was a reason for those irksome brambles.
Came  from nowhere and strangled our land.

September bought with it falling leaves.
Still stood round in cotton sleeves.
Sat on a log surveying the sky.
Watching the bats dance in the embers of nearly yesterday.
Came to October we created a mound, a pile in the garden that was slightly round.
All the old ******* piled sky high.
Celebrations of the demise of old ***** Fawkes, clever ******, shame he got caught.
Spuds wrapped in blankets made out of foil, slung on the fire.
Had to be hooked with a ****** big fork.
You popped the cork on your bottle of bubbles,
Nearly took a bat out, you silly sad
Hint of excitement buzzes the air.
Presents and Santa,no need to be scared.
Hell, if I woke and caught him I swear I'd hit the roof.
Strangers in my bedroom,
Seriously  uncool.
Party popping banners fly.
Another year our love survived.
That was a shock.
January counting snowballs flying past.
The local children having a blast.
I hid indoors drinking coffee.
Nibbling like a toothy mouse on my Christmas left over toffee.
February and March.
Two months that are so mundane.
One just like the last one.
March gave me baby birds and flowers showing, they're not shy you know.
A garden full of rainbow.
Long past ** ** **.
April merely time of fools.
Warming up.
Time of bees and buttercups.
Mayday parades and hay days.
Looks like summer's simmering.
Morning sunshine shimmering.
(c) Livvi.

Dancing with the mermaid upon the sandy shore.
She flicked and tripped her feet away.
Played the scales upon her tail.
With a teaspoon.
Perfectly in perfect time.
Her ******* be bare.
Save for concealment by her neatly placed golden hair.
Of which not a strand fell out of place.
Curling as if medusas' snakes.
He surveyed her.
Closer than he should have done.
A pillar of stone crumbled into pebbles on a sunlit shore.
The mermaid with the fateful allure.
His wife walked the children on the beach.
Skimming flat stones into the foamy brine.
He once was her true love.
Now he is mine.

Wondered what became of her lover.
The one who sold his soul to the striking sea.
(c)Livvi

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
Makes the mind begin to wander.
Sambuca shots make pussycats out of the simplest one.
Swimming round with coffee beans.
Alight.
Alive.
Smell the smallest taste.
Before it even smacks your lips.
Tongue and tonsil tickling.
The morning after the night before.
More pickled than an onion.
(c)Livvi

A purple blaze of moonlit night.
Flies fore the eyes of mind's delight.
Shining clumps, forget me not.
For I exist in hearts.
And hope in silent pain said by my pen, that someone.
Somewhere shall be mine.
Impetuous dancers on the wind.
Playing blessings on my mind.
Phantom sleeps inside my brain.
A vacancy.
My lonely soul.
An only soul.
An empty vessel.
Contents spilled.
Long since thrilled.
By the trill of chipping sparrow.
Down streets, leading nowhere much.
Fast becoming narrow.
Oblivious to wanton need.
My whole,
My self.
My being feed.
In defeat in concede.
Destination always me.
Prime location.
Always free.
(C) LIVVI

The fabric owl.
Eyes wide open.
Deep in thought.
He really ought to do something to escape.
He's rather old.
Doesn't want to be caught.
Not up to flying away.
Can't anyway.
His wings are stitched.
Ginger mate sat next to him.
Eyeing him up.
He's thinking.
The moggy that is.
He supposed to chase birds.
Isn't he?
Who's going to make the first move?
Old fabric owl.
Her bedside company, since childhood.
When days weren't stressful.
Always good.
Vicki's loyal confidante
Around longer than Ginger Tomas.
Tomas looks and thinks and thinks some more.
Thinking that Mortimer, the owl that is.
Must be very bored never moves a muscle.
Doesn't go anywhere, ever.
Tomas wants to play.
Mortimer, well he's not up for it today.
Just wants to sleep some more.
Listen very closely.
You may even hear him snore.
(c) Livvi

He's flitting tonight.
Changed my sight.
Tiny moth buzzes round electric light.
My dog, she knows where ever he goes.
She's sensing him with her eyes and her nose
The light goes out.
It's  time for bed.
Will he be visiting my light again tomorrow?
Maybe he'll be dead.
They don't live long you know.
Goodbye little moth.
To sleep I go.
(c)Livvi

SLEEPING CITY?
City lives.
Tigers eyes.
Cats and street lights.
Foxes in city streets.
Overnight hiding.
Screaming through sleep.
Heard nightly in the yard or garden.
The trash can tumbles.
Thunder rumbles.
Daytime creatures of nighttime sleep.
Out in the garden foxy brush sweeps.
A howling owl gives great advice.
Counselor once or twice.
Bat flits round the garden.
Cute but fitting.
Very apt.
Summer evening.
Paradise city lights.
Swans ride bubbling rivers.
This city is beautiful.
Eyes all a gog.
Thought it was a daytime fox.
Sadly just a dog.
(C) Livvi

A new baby.
That beautiful new baby smell.
Who remembers it?
It's beautiful.
Perfect in fact.
Carried her home in the blazing heat.
I cossetted her.
Sad with her on my lap.
We played all day.
She's an amazing, brilliant young lady.
She produced her first words today.
Slept for a little while today.
I left her home alone.
I locked her inside.
And now, I'll be blown.
I just can't shut her up.
(C) LIVVI

We may die today or tomorrow.
Truly hope not.
Much more in this world to begat.

Every morning as we rise in springtime our garden paths are lined with daffodils in blazing yellow and clumps of purple crocuses.
They creep out from their underground network of roots and bulbs,
Heads bathing in the sun.
Surviving for a number of years.

The evergreen scented trees and redwood tall as skyscrapers of sky, may live longer than you and I.

All I can say is carpe diem.
Breathe in that air.
Have fun and smile.
Yesterday may have been your last.
Make the best of what life holds for you.
Party on.
Have a blast.
A blast full of scent and petals, they sit upon your beautiful head.
Live long and prosper.
Longer than a butterfly.
(C) LIVVI

Halfway to paradise.
More or less.
Every day is heavenly.
Guess I must be blessed.

The friends I have are pillars.
Standing in support.
Pillars made of marble.
Pale green with veins of ivory.

Children of adults.
Number six.
Five boys.
A girl.
Bound together by ties made out of  willow twigs.
Not weeping willow tears.

Four protective beasts have I.
One for sorrow.
Eldest boy
One for joy.
Eldest daughter.
Another daughter and a second stoic boy.

Life twists and turns.
Climbing hills and dribbling tears.
Think it's better now.
I still think maybe I should have put in more.
(c)Livvi

Come as you are.
Dressed in naked.
Hair tumbling around your pretty neck.
Eyes sparkle summer sunlight.
Passion trending.
Highest fashion.
You wear it so well
Swelling to bursting.
Gentile tender dreamy love.
Proud as a peacock, dressed in raw leather.
You and I.
One for together.
You bathe me in the morning.
Purely in love.
As I am yawning,
I am coming alive to thrive in your arms.
An amulet.
Jewel among men.
A treasure made of the purest gold.
You are a fine wine with a fruity taste.
Inside and outside a game of disgrace.
Heart and soul entranced, every moment holding on with touches of ever.
In love we dance.
We are the stylus on the gramophone that plays the finest sound.
The quality of diamonds found in the darkest mines.
We two together as one.
Lighting dark nights with our own electricity.
(c)Livvi

Off into the van.
A jolly holiday.
The sun is shining pleasantly.
Hi **, hi **.
It's off to market we go.
Wearing yellow wellies on a summer day.
Must be ****** hot.
Feet are probably a little pongy.
Turn to my mates in the back of the van.
Grin at them,
Ha ha.
Look at that stupid man.
Wellies in midsummer.
The farmer opened the back of the truck.
They're all set free.
Jamie and Hubert.
And of course me.
Ushered into the hotel reception.
A terrible pong.
Overheard the farmer say we're going for a song.
Everywhere a riotous flipping racket.
Hit on the head.
A bolt right out of the blue.
The rest of this poem is up to you.
(c)Livvi

See that zombie stood over there.
Caked in fresh blood.
It's under his hair.
He found a fella with a hole in his head.

Sad zombie fella.

He found a slice of mouldy old bread.
Uses it as a soldier.
Dipped in his head.

No fun.
A newly made zombie.
He's always hungry,

Now he's dead.

Peeps at Mr Majestical's testicles.
Fancied chewing them.

Loved the juice.
Succulent as strawberries.
Raspberry sauce.
Blood of course.

Derwent fancied a bit of breast.
Loving mother told him breast is always best.

Julie's just a crazy chick.
Fancied a nibble on the dead guy's ****.
Yummy,yummy, really sick.

Or should I say she ****** it.
As if it were a straw.
Remembering days of living.
Always was a *****.

The kid in the corner is popping out eyes.
Never really worked out why.
Perhaps he was thirsty.

Eleanor.
She fancied a  nibble on the bladder and kidney.

Of a once fine chap.
Whose first name was Sidney.

***** tasting of peach lemonade.
Eleanor the dead chick.
Got really drunk.
That Zombie's really ******.

Mum's over there.
One of them?
Or still my mum?

You know what?
I really don't care.
For the first time in my life.
I feel really scared.

Hell.

I digress.
They're chasing me now
I'm making a mess.
Run out of puff and all that stuff,

They're trying to eat me.

That's quite enough.
I'm feeling quite numb.
The dead ******* won.
Stripped all the tissue clean off my ***.
Chewed though a bit of a nerve.
Partially damaged.
You feeling the image?
Bled me near dry.

He did.
*******.
Made me cry.
For a second or two.

Lucky me.
One ate my eye.
So glad.
I won't see myself die.
With a skeletal hand.
I'm waving goodbye.
(c)Livvi

Take his hand.
He'll lead you in.
Dealer of ******.
Seller of sin.
Greet the spots and tombstone eyes.
The peddler of ironic lies.
Curse the ***** that came with his gift.
That little light fix, that will give you a lift.
Trapped by the twister called Mister or Miss.
The long and short of the thrill.
Will steal your life.
Maybe ****.
Never did it.
Could have done.
Somewhere in my heart commonsense won.
Before you sit and preach from on high.
Think once, think twice.
I was lucky.
There for the grace of god go I.
(c) Livvi MMXV

Broken spirits.
Walls of brick.
Smouldering pavements.
Fractured sticks.
Butterfly struggling sky.
Bright red admiral before thine eyes.
This admiral is not military.
Laying claim only to flower beds.
Bulldozers.
Not sleeping cattle.
Digging up landscape.
Hearing them rattle.
Lady birds in pretty spots.
Eating aphids'.
All they got.
Before they fly away home.
Perished woodwork.
Children gone.
Nothing better than mini beasts.
Once they were insects.
Now they're deceased.
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Trolling the dark woods.
Bracken crunching underfoot.
Scratching errant branches catch my skin at every step.
Why am I here?
I scratch my head.
I find a splinter.
The trees answer my behest.

Nemophilist, walking the woodland.
Battling branches...metaphorically of course.
Nature is my calling.
It's calling out to me.
Begging for sunlight's sustenance.
To fortify and rectify.
It's domain is tortured.
Threatened and teased by builders of houses.
Property developers.
For as humans born of man we are just products bent on destruction.
The oak tree stands fixated on my visit.
It doesn't move.
It can't.
It has more to say than I ever can.
I am representative of it's wishes.
Stood longer than you or I.
Look me in the eye and declare that you don't  care.
I dare you.
(c)Livvi

Living in shadows.
Trapped in a nightmare.
I believe that you're not.
Dreaming of blood  lust and burning regrets.
I seek not to be scared of you.
Nor leave you to rot.
My dearest sweet brother.
Never shall thy be forgot.
In thunder and lightning.
I shall never be frightened.
A hearts place is hiding.
Always shall be my brother.
For you shall always be king of my realm.
Far away in the shadow lands.
In darkness and always in light.
Stake me  not.
Nor forsake me.
My brother.
Much love always.
Eternally.
Your sister.
Loyal Artemia.
(C) LIVVI

Breathing the night air,
Freshly cerise.
As if summer cherries creased abundantly throughout the sky before the eyes of the beauty they beheld.
Oh for summers' evenings so to shine.
Divine to dine on such sunset's delights.
Dining only with thine eyes.
Oh to dream of wonderful summer nights.
(c) Livvi

Have you ever seen water piled high.
Piercing the evening sky.
The stalking street light has.
Have you seen the water moving
Turning and twisting.
Curious contortions
The water shall not be running.
For as sundown comes.
Setting sun.
Shall thereby remove the image of piled water.
As night falls.
(c) LIVVI

It is the evening of a day that several hours ago was born.
Created in the very image of yesterday.
Today, life turned another page.
Thursday what was it for?
There was no labour for me today.
Well there was by choice.
Not for money but, for the sense of achievement.
In the heat of the sun shining high in the sky I picked up some shears and created beauty.
Said goodbye to briars and brambles.
Okay no topiary here.
What seemed a million brambles were raised unto the ground.
Beauty was indeed created, for now I see the ground.
I found space once forgotten.
Still more to do.
Lawn mower I'm using you.
Probably abusing you.
No choice I'm afraid.

As long as perchance the weather hangs fine.
My washing blowing on the line.
My grass will be defeated.
Maybe even sweet.
If I can survive with sneezing.
My garden shall look more pleasing.
(c)LIVVI MMCV

Somewhere out there over the seas lives a child with attitude.
Bad attitude, born of ignorance.
In sadness and sorrow he stole their tomorrows.
These souls weren't lost for they had faith.
May the lord save them.
Take their hands and lead them home.
It is a tragedy.
Tragedy of a broken mind.
A lonely soul without a soul.
He will live in the shadow of darkness.
Before death will steal him away.
I am but a spiritual soul, a non believer, but in my heart I feel the forgiveness from those he set apart.
We are not born racist.
Love brothers and sisters as humans.
(c)Livvi MMXV

Looking at hazy purple through bright pink eyes.
Dancing with soldier ants.
What a surprise.
Tickling yellow in a chilled out way.
Friday the last working day.
Off out to play.
Basking in the golden sun.
Fun day.
Breathing the green grass.
It's making me sneeze.

On oceans of blue.
The navy sails.
Warships, submariners.
Ensigns flying.
Blown on the wind
England expects.
Dare have no regrets of sailing the seas.
Nor flying the skies.
Surfing the internet.
Hunting hatred disguised
In generalised chatter.
A plane flies overhead.
Drops a bomb.
Boom boom, foreign friends dead.
Glad I'm indoors.
(c)Livvi

Guilt lives at the nib of a fountain pen.
And so it flows.
Escaping in front of the eyes of the witness.
Provided by the conscious process of thought.
Guilt spun in a golden web.
Very sticky.
Caught.
Shiny.
Switched on.
Maybe better late than never.
Now and always just forever!
(c) Livvi MMXV

Today I took time out on my way home.
I sat on a pavement by Southampton Central Station.
I missed the bus home.
Talking to a homeless chap
I started talking to him
You guys all know me.
What are you like?
I hear you say.
He was straight, he said, "I am an alcoholic".
Good on him for honesty...and no.
To those of you who actually know me in the real world.
He is not, nor ever will be my boyfriend.
Had enough of  those described as societal dregs.
We talked for about 20 minutes.
I told him I was a nurse and a poet.
He asked me to read to him, which me being me did.
I know it doesn't surprise you
I'm shockingly kind and just a little bit stupid.
He was mesmerized by my words.
I got to the last line.
He thanked me for making his day brighter.

And on that last line.
I hope you all had a great day.
I did.
I got a brand new granddaughter.
Welcome to the world.
It's a joy to be alive x
(C) LIVVI
I read FOREST OF ANGELS to him.
My new granddaughter is really sweet and my grandsons all blow my mind **

Last night I was sent a video.
Disturbed me greatly.
Crying rivers of guilty conscience.
But, I said I had pollen in my eyes instead.
The video I saw was an execution video of animals being broken.
By the end hundreds of fellow creatures would have been dead.
I couldn't finish watching it
In fact three seconds made me sick.
Dietary habits up for change.
(c)Livvi

Who can stop this thing called love?
When she's stuck firmly in the grip of winter's icy finger tips.
The seasons changing are not noticed.
The sky is nearly always black.
The sun shied away always.
Hiding behind the clouds.
The pearly droplets of perspiration are merely the tears of the insincere.
Wiped away on a handkerchief with a name embroidered on it.
***** old cotton rag.
Boiled in the laundry.
The stitching all became undone.
His sobriquet was love itself.
She's over him.
Heigh- ** she won.
(c) Livvi MMXV

Stranded the shore the loneliest row boat.
Laid on the shore as if a grounded whale carcass collecting barnacles.
No rescuers ro save this noble beast.
The tide may come and take it home.
Depending on the time of tide.
The setting sun brings with it relief.
Cooler in a peaceful air.

A lonely gentlemen elderly in years.
Walking his chocolate labrador, Charlie, stumbles across an old wooden rotting oar.
Was going to sling it back into the sea.
Further along the shore he spies a lonesome row boat.
A perfect pair..
Row boat and oar reunited.
(c)Livvi MMXV
Watch this space...part two to follow.