Somewhere out there, on the other side of our troubled world.
The sky fell in.
The snow rolled in, covered in it's unpleasant murderous icing coat.
As mountains collapsed the weight of the world landed on the heads and shoulders of the bold and truly brave, pray let the weight be lifted.
Brave souls and people true.
The Western world here,thinks of you.
May those lost.
Here ever after rest in peace.
(c)Livvi

And he said you smell nice.
Before together they got on the autobus.
She coyly said thank you,
Tickled pink.
I think.
Giggled.
Spoke.
Awoke.
Very simple.
Eyes opened.
Chuckled.
Knees buckled.
Heart music.
Spoken word.
What more can she say.
Other than hey hey.
Mind play.
(c) Livvi

At the end of night there is morning.
In morning shadows hides a light.
The nightingale calls and the whale sings.
True love and joys, all nature brings.
Maturity brings forth gratuities.
Tips for living to the max.
Riders on storm clouds.
Sky getting louder, gaggles of geese.
Calling lambs, maternal sheep.
Not followers with bellies of perfect yellow, not lemmings or chasers,
hunting tornadoes.
Strength in discovery of passionate words.
Swans trumpet, chickens' cluck.
Thus far into life who gives a **!
(c) Livvi

Just little Miss Ordinary sat in her study.
Almost on her own.
She has a dog and a computer.
What more could she ever want.
Apart from chocolates and snuggles.
Sunday morning cuddles.
Started chatting to a guy called Dave, a musical, poetic man.
Struck a chord or two.
If you read this, yes it's you.
Lots in common, pretty local.
Thought she may have been removed from the land of permanently lonely study.
Potential for a wonderful buddy.
Left her number then he vanished.
Such is life.
Carpe Diem.
(c)Livvi

Human respect and dignity.
Hung upon the world wide trees.
Love and compassion, together bathe in warm seas.
Taking sides with flowing tides.
Hope, well she's climbing mountains.
Reaching for the skies.
The birds are spreading only truth.
Messages to all the youth.
Humanity is really cool.
Man as race indigenous, entirety of planet Earth.
Themselves, nothing, but stupid fools.
Upon the planet of their birth.
(c) Livvi

Mother knits scarves in soft wool.
Daddy creates suits in steel.
Auntie makes a mess of strings.
Played with a bow, a twiddle, a fiddle a serious riddle.
Uncle strums his guitar, while  he's coughing catarrh.
From the **** he smokes.
While playing with kippers and older men's zippers.
Pretensions of kindness, while fetching their slippers.
Money hunting, baby bunting, wrapped in boas of stripy snakes that choke, crush and strangle, dangling lust on a string, it's his sort of thing.
Uncle carbuncle, peril to both pusillanimous child and men of great age.
Daddy knows and  he's so enraged, steel suits beat the outrage of misuse and abuse, through the family and mummy knits more scarves in soft fluffy wool. ****** old fool, never does anything by halves, it's all covered up by soft fluffy wool scarves.
(C) LIVVI

I'm thinking I hate people.
Lives spent playing games.
People, be they male or female are odd.
Okay, only at times.
They get under your skin.
A niggling pin.
They're grinning.
Ear to ear,
Lips meet lips.
Holding hands, clutching at fingertips and plastic straws.
Like the ones you met before.
A needle to wriggle.
You know what, I don't think it's true.
I have friends that are special...Probably you.
I have space, ****** space, newly created made of lace.
And I love it.
I love my friends.
New and old.
My space is skimmed with a coating of gold.
Yes I love my friends.
But, I also love my space.
(C) LIVVI

Count the tears on your pillow as they fall.
Bid them goodbye.
Say to your lover adieu, that's all we can ever be.
The tears are hers.
They're given by you.
Write your thoughts of her touch in a notebook, wrapped in royal blue satin.
She was your princess, the queen of your heart.
You let her go.
You had too.
Goodbye sweet lover, remember she still holds you close in her heart.
Awaiting renewal, still she waits.
Still she will.
(c)Livvi

Sat on the bridge.
Legs dangling, swinging in the breeze.
Look closely and little skittish fishes flying like sunlit darts.
Throwing twigs in, so naughty is what we are.
We just love watching them drifting and riding the tide.
Oh look, there's a bigger fish, not a minnow or a stickleback, a little trout maybe.
Gone to quickly, won't be tonight's tea.
A flash of vibrant colour.
Faster than light.
The strike of the kingfisher.
Doubtlessly he caught our trout.
(c)Livvi

Hello dear hart.
O one with heavy head.
Find thy safety in the density of the flowering trees.
Stand secure by the stream as plentifully you sip the flowing waters, don't you slip
A hunter bow in arms, your scent not caught.
Long be you free to stand beside the stream upon the sand.
Hold your head high, remain silent.
How the hunter never saw you.
You will n'er know.
For today you're free to go.
(c) Livvi

A tree cast out it's precious cargo.
Breeze blew through the springtime trees.
If I could have anchored you tight upon the trees.
Your nest it would be still be there in situation'.
Youthful squeaks, awaiting beaks.
I heard their distress calls.
Unable to act, it's a fact.
If I were to touch you, they will by wanton abandonment destroy.
(C) LIVVI

I was never there,praise be.
Lucky English woman, glad to be free.
As men and women, we are all doomed youth indeed.
Born to expire at the end of the line.
When the time be right to to bid all goodnight, if we're able.
Never set foot on a battlefield luckily.
Breathing relief.
Stood in a war graveyard just up the road.
My head bowed in respect.
Now it's time for worlds and words to break,as war crimes take up their ministerial minions.
Mistakes, unforgiving.
Deception deceiving.
There will be light at the end of the tunnel, where spiders dwell and *******, poor immigrants as swimming ants are struggling to stay afloat.
Landing on a promised land, the water's deep can't touch the sand beneath the feet, death may be sweet release.
Travelers and smuggler's making fun of immigrants trying to reach the sun.
(c)Livvi

I'm in love with you.
You can't smell it.
You can't feel it, as I'm not there.
You could if I were.
I know you concur.
Kissing me is out of bounds.
Silence between us.
Most of the time.
Only the sounds of hearts beating in time from a distance.
We know each other are there.
Stroking your hair.
I recall laying with my head resting on your chest.
My arm cradling you as we slept.
The light of the morning arose.
So did you.
We kissed goodbye, awkwardly and then I left.
(c) Livvi

I shall never forget that day after school.
And he picked up the bottle of perfume.
Swallows it for the kick.
Vomits hard
You taste the smell as the using abuser grabs you to kiss you.
It sickens you too.
The things that alcoholic's do.
(c) Livvi

Who's fault was it anyway?
Blame left outside the garden gate.
Who played games with her heart?
Who played games with her head?
Moments of silkworms, that spun gossamer.
Smooth, slipping away.
Creator, heart breaker.
Love maker.
Blooms and blossoms.
No questioning stings.
Lost moments of passion.
Just one of those things.
(c)Livvi

To get up from the chair without rocking would help said she.
Stiff as a board.
Rigid physically.
Not rigid mentally.
Flexible, being indignant.
Age in pursuance rapidly.
So tight chested, she can't run away.
Catch me if you can says she.
Of course I will says he.
You have no choice.
No way on the planet will you ever beat me.
For he is age.
(c)Livvi

Had a crush.
It broke my heart.
That was when I was twelve or thirteen
Strange really.
His name was Stephen Timewell.
That's all I can recall.
I don't know what became of him.
Those people known as parents, thought he was bad news.
Maybe he was maybe he wasn't.
A memory, insignificant.
I know not what became of him.
We walked on hillsides together in deepest darkest Dorset.
Corfe Castle sponsored walk with fizzy pop in plastic bottles.
Sweating sandwiches and bits of fruit.
How cute!
If I saw him now I probably wouldn't like him much.
I remember a blue eyed dark haired rogue, never looking for the local lord, never looking to be a lady.
Much more down to earth.
(c)Livvi

Smoking fog.
Distant pictures.
Hilltop structures.
Emerald seas.
Golden beaches.
Out of reach.
City lights.
Overnighters.
Streaming music.
Threading textiles.
Suitcases.
Double faces.
Disgraceful.
Disgusting.
Fairies flutter by in fairy stories.
Masquerading as bright red butterflies.
(c)Livvi

Juliet stood on her balcony.
Crying tears of flowers for hours and hours, as he paid her compliments in song.
What if Romeo was not really a romantic?
What if he was controlling.
What if he were manipulative?
What if he made her scared?
What if her family had lost control of her?
Maybe Romeo loved her to bits, maybe he didn't.
Maybe that's how he wanted it.
Maybe he was a player.
Did he want to play, with her yo-yo heart?
Maybe he did.
Perhaps they had a mega fight.
Death became both of them.
The darker side of love.
(c)Livvi

He looks into a dictionary.
He reads it everyday.
Nibbles it for breakfast,
Gives him indigestion.
He ingests the contents.
He puts together a crossword.
Finding words that fit perfectly.
Describing a scene aptly.
With no paint and no camera.
Sometimes his words give him flatulence.
And his words blow you away.
(C) LIVVI

The world was shiny once upon a perfect time.
Like a marble it became tattered and forlorn.
As it rolled around all the fields of war.
It's perfect opacity stained, with streaks of blood from fallen friends.
As brothers and lovers decrying each other underneath the dark nights  bed covers.
They kiss on the lips, as their souls became ripped entrenched on the tip of the ice berg that lured.
In a harsh last adieu they fumbled and grumbled as malevolent teenagers.
This war came along and crafted perfect strangers.
(c)Livvi

LOVE GAMES
In your eyes I found love.
Your pupils like that of a love-struck teenager with a crush.
A tantalising sparkle that made my heart rush.
Exciting tachycardia.
Banging heart exploding, near bursting as if a blood filled balloon.
His feet so tired and heavy weren't sporting his black jackboots, imagined they were ballet pumps.
Walking on air.
He realised his teacher cared.
These role playing games entranced them.
Long may they dance.
(c) Livvi

Wanting to hold him close.
All I know is he gets under my skin.
Could give my love over, if he'd just let me in.
He moved me more, much than any other could.
We know we're not meant to, but really we should.
We would if we could.
A pair of precious people, rubies at night time, diamonds by day.
Let us play together, lay together.
Forever and a day.
(c)Livvi

Bald as a badger, or at least that's what they said.
He was downy as dandelions, his pure shining soft jaundiced skin, icteric eyes and windy smile.
Creator of noise.
Pure honest joy of baby boys.
(c)Livvi

Mother's world exploded.
'Twas July in 63.
Hell broke free.
A kicking dervish whiling.
A noisy hurricane.
A twister.
Megaphone.

Bringer of joy.
Carrier of performance art.
Drama queen.
A bit of a worry.
Always in a hurry.
A hurt.

Impatient as a fly.
Annoying.
Irritating as a spot red and hot.
Perfect match for an old fashioned English postbox.
Burning hot.

Cold as ice.
Cute as candy.
Sharp as lemon drops.
Mellow as a ****** summer's afternoon.
Peaceful as an Indian brave.
Relaxing before rest with my greatest friend.
My only lover, my very chewed on pen......
(C) LIVVI

In silence we sit.
Staring into each others eyes.
Piercing as rapiers.
Straight through to the other side.
Silently thinking inside our mothball filled heads.
Striking each other, with mental intuition Womanly wiles, coiled as snakes,
Swollen before shedding their skin.
Assassins in silence, diligently plotting next moves.
Coils of passion.
Stilettos fashion.
And you,
You waded into the waters of my mind wearing your bright yellow wellies and little else.
I laughed so much I almost cried.
One argument dispelled.
(c) Livvi

Wearing beauty of piercing blue.
Mingled with green.
From the corner of the eye appeared new life.
Into the arms of the new mother.
The protective all consumed arms of the new father.
Born early, a diminutive child.
All things bright and beautiful, a beautiful hymn.
A poem for you, for a beautiful him.
(c) Livvi

SEPARATE ROOMS
Feeling miserable.
A defrosting snowflake.
Tear stained wedding dress.
A bedroom at mums.
Mum's hat for bridal events.
Left in the closet.
Can't say goodbye.
Hangs out in fairyland.
In all the best stories.
She loved holding you close.
Poppet.
Can't stop it growing.
He knows it's coming.
Can't stop it.
He won't let her.
She won't let him.
Their feelings bit both of them on their behinds.
Books on bookcases.
Inventive suggestions.
Not up for progression.
Full of bright ideas.
These lovers are head cases.
Looking in her places.
In ways speaking sense.
Intense.
Hiding their faces.
At the end of the day.
No more to lay together again.
(c) Livvi

You know what?
I need to hold you close again.
To run my fingers through your hair.
Missing you.
Front garden displaying it's field full of bluebells.
Nearly crunched an unfortunate ladybird as I walked up the steps, first one I've seen this year.
Daydreaming again.
Lucky ladybird.
You were in my head again.
Then you left, once more.
(c) Livvi

Blessed be the transgender one,
Gave up on life to seek the sun,
Bigoted parents, insidious friends.
Her heart be broken and so it ended.
This girl believed she didn't matter.
Conformed to societies issues,
Everyone said she was meant to.
The vicious encounters of supposed normality,
Bought you to your desperate knees.
You have your wings now.
Fly sweet child be young and free.
Rest in peace, in sweet relief.
(C) LIVVI
DEDICATED TO  LEELAH (Josh Alcorn)
The Ohio transgender teenager who committed suicide, in response to prejudice.

The passion of the poet's words are as the passion of the Christ.
The images created be that of Da vinci at his best.
Their sound unfurls beneath the sea, beating echoes.
Painting pictures in the sand.
Entrancing feelings.
This poet she is passionate ,
In every way imaginable.
Holds a one way conversation, with herself and all her readers, everyone fathoming her rhyme and her reason.
(c) LIvvi

SHORTS
What happened to old time lovers?
Are they all centipedes with arms too many and hands that stroll too far too much.
Mucky ducks with oily feathers, skin that's nearly tanned, skin thicker than chamois.
Better for cleaning cars and propping up bars, before shooting off drunk in their big flashy cars.
****
Walking past Winchester cathedral thinking of religion, strolls by the river and trolls that hang out under the bridge.
More hands than centipedes, much bigger teeth.
***
The sky is riddled with starlight.
The night is out of sight.
Behind eyelids and dustbin lids.
Irksome kids.
Chrysalides and ironic sides.
Dark room developments.
****
Sipping milkshakes in bars
Music beating.
People meeting some new, some old.
Being bold, golden nuggets of suggestions.
Interjections will be sipping in dripping music.
Via ears that swallowed a delicacy.
As delicate as the child who spoke the words..I love nanny Livvi, tickled me.
Unknown before, thank goodness it's Friday .
End of a chapter, new understanding begun.
(c) Livvi

Racehorses carrying......
Injured riders, dying horses
The shoot horses don't they.
The druid fell surprisingly.
All for the money.
Waiting for reports of any destruction.
Are these horses really having fun?
Roasting winner, he's unwell.
Toasted by the betters.
I'm glad I'm not jumping fences, falling trenches, breaking legs.
What's grand about the national?
If no horses get destroyed I will be shocked.
(c) Livvi

You had perfect teeth.
White ivory.
You smiled at me.
You kissed me .
I became your vampire.
Impure.
Imperfect.
Stealer of souls.
Eternally beautiful.
(c) Livvi

Talking to a sorry seamstress.
Hanging out in New Orleans.
A witch, she stole you from you jeans,
Robbed you of your lover,
Sold you onto another.
Satan himself.

Exerted the most passionate of mind control.
When full of magic she robbed your soul.
Full of pizzazz and all that jazz.

Black cats and ravens.
Unholy houses, unsafe havens.
Voodoo.
Trembling zombies,
Out to munch.
Petrified lunch.

Potions.
Lotions.
Evil devotions.
Incensed.
Incantations.
New Orleans.
Zombie nation.
(C) Livvi

Get your hat from the peg sweet child.
Protect your skin from mottling.
The sun is baking gently.
For here we are walking along the river side.
Where we shall pick banks of bluebells for free.
We shall smile and giggle.
Watch swans swimming by.
Heraldic and beautiful catching our eyes.

Behind the fence live the goats,
Strange creatures they are.
"Watch your bonnet Dorit,"
They'll steal it if they get a chance.
Curious creatures they are.
A family, of three.
Billy, Nanny and Delilah .
They are so very friendly.
They'd love to break free.
But their sweet release has nothing to do with thee or me.
Their eyes follow us.

We carry along on our summertime jaunt.
Nearly home now.
To our right a large cow.
If cows can smile at us, I'm sure that she did.

Indoors now.
Our bluebells in vases.
Bonnet hung up.
Undone ribbons and bows.
Shoes off.
You said your feet were sore.
I'm rubbing your toes.
To make them feel a bit better.
Evening is coming and she's needing a sweater.
Evening chills not thrilling.
Her bed is calling, she is so willing.
She's falling asleep, at the end of the day.
"Goodnight Dorit. "
(c) Livvi

Pregnant,(no,) just the mother of all bizarre ideas and weird words...been developing for years.
Slow heat simmering.
Tear relieving, never deceiving.
Past, present and freedom,
Reliever of boredom.
Frustration crusher,
Sleepy squashed,
All washed out.
Nighty night.
Sleep tight.
A poem about anything, told you I could.
Resting now just like I should! X
(c) Livvi

Natural beauty.
Such a cutie.
Living city, hitting high.
Exhausted.
Painted faces, covering flaws.
Too many falsehoods, opening doors.
What on earth are we to do?
Me and you.
Fountains spray costly dishonesty.
Pink insipid roses, replaced with truths
From days of crazy youth.
(c) Livvi

Jennifer Jones, sat on her own.
Loving ancient light bulbs and high heeled shoes.
Last time they saw her, hell they adored her
Her figure created by Pythagoras's pen.
All length and hypotenuse,
A spot on the news.
Gets raving reviews.
The angular woman with the spiky red hair.
She came and she went.
She knew what it meant,being angular.
Got fed up ,changed her style,
now she's full on rectangular.
She kind of cared.
But nobody dared,to approach her.
And now I concur ,
that although she thought she were a pretty bit square,
nobody cared.
Circled the world banging her gong.
Shapely Jennifer Jones,
what went wrong.
To make her so straight.
Still, she was great.
A diamond created for stars, overrated.
The fantasy of Jennifer Jones, who wished to be shapely.
Her outline got stolen, now she is shape free.
(c) Livvi

Red roses die with out water.
Love always dies without laughter.
Puppets dance on controlled strings.
Birds fly further on extended wings.
Dropping feathers as angels pass.
Floating to earth with a terrible bang.

Thinking of births deaths and marriages.
And carriage clocks, that sit on the shelf in the living room.
The one where the trust, became gloomy.
Last ditch attempts to tango at nighttime,
whenever's the right time to drop bombs made of flour,
when is the right hour?
To paint everything white, make all things alright.
She has not a clue,
she should have told you.
Is there ever a right time?
Bring on the night time.
Soon sleeping and weeping,
repairing regret.
(c) Livvi

Pregnant,(no,) just the mother of all bizarre ideas and weird words...been developing for years.
Slow heat simmering.
Tear relieving, never deceiving.
Past, present and freedom,
Reliever of boredom.
Frustration crusher,
Sleepy squashed,
All washed out.
Nighty night.
Sleep tight.
A poem about anything, told you I could.
Resting now just like I should! X
(c) Livvi

Oxymoronic Oxynorm.
Pain relieving, leaving numb.
Momentous decisions.
A killing joke.
Not a joke.
Stabbing poke.
Satin sect of secret secretions.
Trouble and strife.
She's somebodies wife.
Slapstick comedy.
Really a tragedy.
Young gals, once were pretty things.
Once, he crept under her skin.
New romances.
Pointed shoes with horns.
Pouring scorn.
Spiky hair, makeup.
Mess.
Snort a line.
Call his phone,
there's no one home.
Never is, never was because.
Wasn't maybe meant to be.
Maybe freedom skins her knees.
(c) Livvi

Moments of mischief hid in the cupboard. knowing then what I know now.

******* and elephants.
Mental men, a lonely cow.

Shining hair and satin pants.
Don't know how we gotten here.

Lost lovers in snow storms,
Values and norms.

Girlie blushers.
***** pushers.

Wealthy temples.
***** dens, lonely friends.
Garfunkel breaks his heart in a song.

Feeling you waiting in the wings, with many other pretty things.
(c) Livvi

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Telephones ringing the changes.
Banging hard inside my head.

Who are you bothering me?
Needing peace, please let me be.

Freedom is for dreamers.
Dreaming is for sleeping.

Houses for fashion.
Musing for using.

One night stands.
Final demands.

Bills of rights.
Feisty nights.

Long lost lovers.
Cold to each other.

Holding hands carved of ice.
Coventry won't be so nice.

Know how you're feeling.
Head must be reeling.

Maybe it's numb.
Having a mother, but never a mum.
(c) Livvi

Codes of killers.
Bits and pieces.
Clues for absolution.
Proving points.
(c) Livvi

Red roses die with out water.
Love always dies without laughter.
Puppets dance on controlled strings.
Birds fly further on extended wings.
Dropping feathers as angels pass.
Floating to earth with a terrible bang.

Thinking of births deaths and marriages.
And carriage clocks that sit on the shelf in the living room.
The one where the trust first became gloomy.
Last ditch attempts to tango at nighttime, whenever's the right time to drop bombs made of flour, when is the right hour?
To paint everything white, make all things alright.
She has not a clue, she should have told you.
Is there ever a right time?
Bring on the night time.
Soon sleeping and weeping, repairing regret.
(c) Livvi

EX.
Dressing in raindrops and wearing the wind.
Naked flowers are windswept, the petals their fell bare.
Bare naked as lovers exposed on first date.
Exposed as true love that created such hate.
The raindrops are tears, they got caught in her hair.
Making her smile and he's unaware.
Her body cold, naked it's very unfair.
Wasted time apologies, once born ochre kisses, that bought her to her knees.
He needs to grovel,to bow and scrape, for an empty relationship holds no escape.
Sexless ,loveless, honourable in temper.
The falling from grace of the arrogant emperor.
Injustice accidental.
Love is life , life is mental.
Once upon a time a fairytale began.
Once upon a time there was a man....
(c) Livvi

She's hiding beneath the cold mortuary table.
Her contents spilled over the slab.
Took a stab in the dark as she strolled through the park.
On her way home from work.  
Some kinda ****, grabbed the ****** for slaughter.
****** got grabbed by the miserable pedlar.
Passed on his bike,  waving his knife.
Nobody saw him despatching his *****.


Precious and beautiful
Bountiful bubbly.
Neath the image portrayed.
Dry skin and cold scores.
The **** trade, just a little bit sordid.
Told her **** she weren't happy.
Pulled out a knife.
Slaughtered her ripped her,
Ended her life.

Under the table hid the ******.
Life lost.
Bad man.
Bad company.
Accompanied him to a life full of sin.
She didn't know, she just had to go.
(c)Livvi