Make dreams,
take dreams,
create them yourself.
Runes for ditherers.
Whispers on raindrops.
flowers on breezes.
Birthday boys and pretty girls.
Wearing bright white crop tops.
Bright pink cheeks and twisted curls.
Haircuts and elastic.
Fashion trends.
Cheap shop friends.
Call centre workers,
out to make an easy buck.
Poking folks.

Killing jokes.
He's preaching the end of the world.
How dare he be so bold.
To visit my front door,
garbage paper in hand.
The devil to capture have and hold,
hangs in the watchtower.
From this day, now and forever,
The aged leather sofa plethora of all sold lies.
Invite them not in, briefcase duos.
perfect smile.
See them coming run a mile.
Or just ignore the door.
(c) Livvi
This is obviously just my own opinion.

I love you as much as I love the light, that kisses me in the mildest morning.
I love you like the pure white clouds,that line the skyline, over the horizon as I'm looking out over an autumn sea.
I love you like mauve mountain tops, crowning through the sky.
I love you as I love the peaceful moments in your arms.
I love our one-sided conversations, the ones where I say all the words.
I love you in a letter
And that letter said goodbye.
Can't is a word that doesn't exist, they say.
It does exist, it has too.
For, I can't love anybody again.
Too much pain.
(c) Livvi

Today is Good Friday.
I don't perceive what is good about it.
Religion is not an interest of mine.
However; I do appreciate the cruelty of hanging Jesus out to dry.

Being hung on hillside cross in the beating heat in a **** cloth and crown of thorns and there be left to die.
That's not good, it's totally barbaric.
If this happened, I reflect upon your unspoken sorrow.
(C) LIVVI

Monday morning she rises fine,
Sunshine in her hair.
Scented Elderflower fills the air.
Her heart beat pounds with good intention.
So loud he can but truth perceive.
A relief to be of their lonely damnation,
Two of them leave this here right there.
Here and there, coming and going.
Friends from past love affairs.
Nobody knowing.
Nobodies' there and nobody cares.
For the long lost lady with the sun painted hair.
Leaves by the back door,
Discreetly dressed in lemon juice ,sweet.
Walks down the pathway.
Tripping on air,hornets nest hung in her hair.
He's a ****** leaver, mystic magic weaver.
She's left on her own.
Here and there, coming and going.
Friends from past love affairs
Nobody knowing.
Nobodies' there and nobody cares.
For the long lost lady with the sun painted hair.
It's Friday morning, the chips are down.
The roulette wheel flipped out again
It's rolled into town, pursued by the others, the long lost lovers.
The bills still need paying, her baby's still playing.
She's left on her own again.
Here and there coming and going .
Friends from past love affairs.
Nobody's knowing.
Nobodies' there and nobody cares.
For the long lost lady with the moon sprinkled hair.
(c) Livvi

Who killed the May queen?
Maybe the Jack of diamonds, got confused and shot her through the heart.
Or did she just get tangled in the ribbons of the Maypole?
Did a Mayfly land upon her and kiss her with a toxic sting.
It's only April now, but hell where is the spring.
The rain is pouring passionately down the water spout, putting it all in poetry, the only way I shout,
I moan and groan like the old dear I am, an advert for me, a spot of spam.
Hoping in my heart of hearts that CPR is successful and the May queen will arise, bringing beautiful weather on the wings of butterflies x
(C) LIVVI

The child discarded in the storm was lost as lonesome sheep.
The flowers in the garden there did bow their heads and weep.
The tears that flowed did nurture and develop a perfect chrysalis.
And as the morning mists did rise a fragile butterfly hit the skies.
A magnificence of purple pause an emperor for a day.

The sun came out, burned out all  the pain of rain.
The child smiled it's heart was made of joy.
As once upon a time the child was born a boy.
Glory and magnificence made magic from the raindrops craft.
For now the gorgeous girl child, she lived, she loved, she laughed.
(C) Livvi

PORCELAIN CASTLE.
She lives in a porcelain castle.
She's stuck in a butterfly net.
Forgetting that they ever met.
One another, each other together fighting always.
Ever biting back.
Porcelain's not good for castle building.
Don't you dare to forget, ever, never ever.
Porcelain castles they crack.
Fragile people hide inside.
Regretting things they can't decide.
Of yin and yang and cymbals bang.
Religious sounds of church bell clangers and hangers on.
Earrings of pearls and churlish girls.
Mothers and fathers and buckets of laughter.
Porcelain's not good for castle building.
Don't you dare to forget, ever, never ever
Porcelain castles they crack.
Clairvoyance dispelling of tears, well spent.
Destroying dark rumours over years and years.
She's crying without trying.
There ain't no more lying.
No biting or fighting.
Retrospective viewing the past with regret.
Heading for Dignity,
Luck of Lady Grey Day.
(c) Livvi

You look like the devil ,when you're playing.
The guitar man with the face that contorts, he's cavorting.
He's a player, an angel slayer.
He drops to his knees, before his brothers and sisters,
All fallen angels.
Dark demon with love in his eyes.
Fallen angel's demise.
The demon is her lover.

And the she ***** is single.
She's dancing on shingle.
Long the devil may play with the *****,
who is single.

A face full of stone cold sober guitar.
The guitarist, the angelic
mother of lust.
Moth eaten wings, pretty things,
Golden mind without no strings.
No dulcet tones, just lonesome moans
Noisy wails.
Discount lover bought in the sales.

And the she ***** is single,
She dancing on shingle.
Long the devil may play with the *****,
Who is single.

Let the devil play on.
One look and she's gone.
(c) Livvi

As water is as such divine, my heart is yours and yours is mine.
The wheals of paradise thus did forsake me.
She says love me back and he says make me.
Diamonds on dinner plates.
I'll faite accomplished.
She smiled such a beaming grin, pray let our love be nourished.
May emotion and truth ride roughshod upon the turf, let love compel us into earth.
My love be cherished as a gemstone.
Eternal forever more,ne'er for burning.
(c) Livvi

Secret agent.
Agent provocateur.
She's got herself a boyfriend now.
A human sacrifice to free.
Taken yet another lover.

Life chucked her on a rolling ball.
A downhill rat,she's running.
Cunning hits and crazy fits.
My God, that girl is stunning.

Thought she had it all and more.
Said cornflowers just ain't like like that, twiddling on the Bachelors Buttons.

Life chucked her on a rolling ball.
A down hill rat,she's running.
Cunning hits and crazy fits.
My God, that girl is stunning.

She makes no broken promises.
Stormy seas are for riding,
Forbidden to be free.
You who were perfection.
Crazy notion, love devotion.
Riding on a carousel.
For she's the lady Moriarty.
She's willing for the ****.
(c) Livvi

Easter chicks.
Lay chocolate eggs.
And the lamb be bought to slaughter.
The lamb be that of innocence the son of God.
Jesus.
Who was so relieved of mortal life.
Pray let his sacrifice, absolve the world from mortal sin.
(c)Livvi

Contradiction lies
Career dies
Lifes blasted hyperspace.
Voided rejection
Too tough arsed to mention
Lies of inventions, investigations.
***** flowers die.
They always do.
Fandangles and banners.
Crazy announcements.
Star chasing
Emaciated.
Emancipated.
Free dreaming with schemers.
Salmon wrapped with lemon juice.
Sprinkles loss lime peel feel.
Ambivalent flipping fish with slices.
Switching twisting blowing steam from elevators.
Temporary internet files.
Smiles through shut lips spitting orange pips.
Broken promises made from chamomile,
Silent Sunday mornings, should be for having fun.
Happy fell where sorry left, sorry is never enough.
(c) Livvi

Living on the road of empty hearts and broken homes.
Got married with a curtain ring.
Ten years ago last Wednesday.
The bride wore royal blue, fashionable thing to do.
She crawled along in heels so high.
Snotty nose sniffing the sky.
Child one came along, I think she said his name was John.
Hated school had no friends.
Hated everyone.
Not her only son.
There after came a daughter,
A pretty gal they named Sapphire.
A gem of a name for a shabby chick.
Soon weighed down with a band of cold.
Got married to a Mormon, who thought he was a merman.
Believed together the two of them had some kind of future.
Played at architecture building castles in the sky.
And playing on the for sure (foreshore) beside the sea of obsolete dreams.
Delivered to the two of them a childish whim.
A child who grew and developed an addiction to sin.
He loved tea and coffee,wine, women and song.
From the broken home he was gone.
The sky castles evaporated,
Family dreams disintegrated.
Dissolution of dreams.
Welcome to austerity.
(c) Livvi

Bad news, just a fake on the take.
Taking gear, smoking ****,
Almost black,never white.
Never right.
Just a fake man, an always on the take man,

Feeding the fire with poison,
Leaving no choices,
Angels with voices.
Mainlines with needles.
Collecting stars, from heaven sent,

Believing all his words were honestly meant.
Trapped,tripped, something slipped.
Her name was Dignity
Tangled tourniquets,

She don't wanna play, okay.
But she will cos he's her thrill.
He's blown her heart up, like a rubber balloon
Silver sliver spoon man.
It burst, it hurts.
***** *******.
Eyelid twitches.
Making messy moments,

Nothing more then memory fodder.
Shot her up the final time, she kissed the stars hello
(c) Livvi

It's a Saturday morning warning.
Saturday's defeated, sitting here yawning.
Smell him.  
His body hides inside her nares.

She's walking upstairs.
Walking upstairs and taking you in.
Inhaling,
She's breathing you.
Honey you got under her skin.
A sinful of skin.

Smelling you inside,
Aroma of sweater,
Smells better of you.
Oh for last night.

A mental situation.
She's wearing you inside out.
(C) Livvi

Of talking heads and wild nights.
Smiling faces.
Love delights.
Frightful wrecks of yesterday's tears.
Fireworks of lonesome years.
Barren in stupidity.
Indignity of trusted lies.
Let teardrops and love bites be seen.
Let the truth decide.
Printed truths in magazine.
Bathing in hazes.
Of multiple stripes.
Choices and voices,
Back bar room brawls.
Cat calls and sniggers.
Sleeping big wiggers.
Sweet lady giggles.
Daring to dream.
Dreaming to scheme.
Everything ain't as it seems .
So baby we sigh and we die as we cry, loves unstable
Fruitless discussions of nothing in particular.
Chucked around the kitchen table.
Sat on his bed, her head's adjusted Saturday's tear ridden puddle.
(c) Livvi

She's as beautiful as the morning clouds that kiss the ground, the last night star that is captured by the mists that rise in early summer,building extraordinary heat.
She is the beautiful princess who stole away your heart.
She sent you a smile, a wish and a kiss.
She is the stole you wrap around your shoulders, she stole your heart and then became yours.
She is fluffy as a kitten, who wears mittens , she hurts you not when she holds you close.
She's delicate as a bone china vase, filled with gladioli blooms and erratic ferns.
Then like a carpet of bluebells she's shining...brightening your world.
Good morning,the world is awakening!
(c)LIVVI

Hold me like you want me.
Look deep into my psyche, to see what you can see.
(C) LIVVI

Daffodils kissed by raindrops ,and he's watching girls in crop tops, again.
They're younger than her, jealous be she at his sad fixations.
She doth concur that jealousy, be an involuntary sensation.
Could be repaired, if he showed her he cared.
He knows not how.
He cannot read her feelings like a book.
A tiny bit too young.
She is so precious, precocious at times.
You give her chocolates and she'll surely whine.
Rose red and white in carafes'.
Chasing tall women as leggy giraffes.
She's captured by the tiger's eye.
Waiting by the garden gate.
How much more must she wait,
For him to ascertain her pain.
Internal mental anguish, ripping apart.
The older gorgeous woman,whose young man stole her heart.
(c) LIVVI

Under the station.
Sat in the tunnel.
Wind rushes through a cold wet funnel.
Blowing in breezes, the homeless guy sneezes.
He's teasing his hair, it's so vary matted.
His hair as a birds nest , it's painted bright red.
Red white and blue, he's a patriot too.
Stuck under the station,within our great nation.
He hasn't a home, he's living alone.
Wife ran away, got an away day.
Sat on budget seats, so she cheats.
Cuddling up, under another mans sheets.
The guy under the station.
He's too tense to mention, the family he lost.
The cost of another, whose name was Bob, (he told me that.)
He can't get a job cause he don't have a home.
He don't have a wife anymore.
He's single,can't mingle,
Because nobody bothers with guy in the underpass, who once was adored.
(c) LIVVI

Jennifer Justice stood in the forum.
Blazing red dress, hair was a mess.
Kisses for sale.
If you're male.
Playing again,
Laying again
Womanly wiles.
Cheap plastic smiles.
Fortune held within the stars.
Men with frantic motor cars.
Picked her up in local bars.
Come, play daily.
Buy her half price chocolates in the petrol station.
She's very unhappy.
She's always crying.
Dying love written in the stars.
Men she picks up,
Local bars.
Rapid cars.
Reaching stars.
Cold to touch.
Bitter sweet.
Poor Jennifer Justice.
(c) Livvi

Sushi lies, shining eyes.
Diamond mines and speeding fines.
Wines and wonders.
Many blunders.
Imperfections,
Rejections,
Cash injections.
Saving grace.
Losing face.
Firing gun, setting sun.
Suicide bomber's numbers up.
Sadly, badly.
Crazily madly.
Laying beyond.
Into future.
Kingdom come.
Setting sun.
So many tears.
So many cry.
Man and his madness.
Makes cherished world die.
Created of vinyl.
Beaten by heat.
This place is not sweet.
Disgraceful ****** taking place daily.
(c) Livvi

Who is seeking fairytales
Of summer skies and garden snails
With oyster shells,
And holding hands.
Fair ladies with long golden tresses.
Wearing loud azure satin dresses.
With princes and gnomes with big fancy homes.
Wicked witches and Walter Mitty.
Yells his lies.
Then we sit and wonder why.
We ever sought fairytales at all.
Still waiting for true love to call.
Off we go
Another ball.
A ball and chain with business brains.
Never no more, never again.
(c)Livvi

Black cabs and ab-dabs.
Dashing through London streets,
High heels and crippled feet.
Back street bars,
wealthy sheiks,
ever running,
Hide and seek.
Black panther's in lippy,
Colourful hippies.
Turbans and tunics,
Kiddies in cotton, with mud on their bottoms.
Big Whigs and stiff prigs.
Market stalls and rubber *****.
Undergrounds and all around.
City beats, it's hopping on.
On and off off of buses and train.
London love life, kicking pain.
Picks up his drink and thinks like a fish.
A couple more beers, three seconds of fun.
Slipped into his glass.
Glass one, two three,
Freedom four.
Needs more.
(c) LIVVI

Red back eats her lover while she's mating.
Love is overrated.
She thinks it's great to mate.
She's hungry for fun.
The ladybug won.
The mantis is manning, she's scheming and planning.
She's killing for thrilling.
For less than a shilling.
She's hungry again
Look out all you men.
Remember remember its not the fifth lf November.
There is no treason or plot.
The poet you know it,
She only pens insignificant words.
She herself ,no murderous bird.
The idea itself made poetry.
Hungry for cute things like chocolates and flowers.
Writing words for hours and more.
Now you know the homestead score.
Soft as putty and a stream full of dreams.
(c) Livvi

A woman is full of sensitivity, ingenuity,passion, smiles, momentous special memories.
A nest builder as a sparrow is.
A warbler in the shower.
An irritating pigeon.
She's a vulture full of culture
When she scavenges the sales.
A mother clucker she she can be...sorting out her offspring's tea.
She fights many battles single handed.
Level headed sometimes.
Today the eagle landed.
Been here and there and everywhere,
Fell from grace a million times.
As a woman tumbled from the nests of childhood brood.
A phoenix revitalized spreads her wings.
She's on the way.
(c)Livvi

Suddenly your eyes awake.
Every day a chance you take.
Tomorrow may never come.
The end of a life with the failing sun.

The echo of the ringing phone echoes, preaches tales of the unknown.
Outside the thunder cries, it's telling lies.
You wished it was.
And your missing hair, highlights your features.
Blatantly beautiful.
Your eyes shine brightly.
Nightly.

Despite your cancer, the evilest of creatures.
You still smile,  your perfection beaming.
The cancer inside is dying to spread.
You will win for as long as you can.
One day you won't awake,
The lord of love your soul shall take.
As he shall catch us all.
(C) LIVVI

He is nice.
What a description.
Nice as sticky rice.
What a depiction.

He's soppy as a bubbling puddle, overflowing.
With leftovers of muddy welly boots.
Very shortly she'll be going.

He's in a muddle.
He's set down his boring roots.
He sobs as he steals the stars from up in the heavens.
So he can give her a present.
That she may not relate to.
He doesn't have a clue.
His only real interest.
Football team elevens.
Boredom is his kingdom.
His crown covers a frown.

Long may he there in peace be dwelling.
Under her nose this fellow's,  a little unpleasant smelling.
His sword is made of whale blubber.
Borrowed from a passing mammal.
Like his personality...just a little rubber.
(C) LIVVI

Pawns and paws
Walks with ******,
Along sandy shores.
All lifes chores.
Just a surety.
A holiday romance ,
A gay old dance.
Chucking cheap flowers into ditches
given to woman who're *******.
Chrysalis kisses with lizard lips and swirling hips, riding trips.
Feeling nothing, its cold in her soul.
Something's missing, there's only a whole
Its under her feet,
It's your vacant seat.
Legs elevated, love understated.
Truth overrated.
But, to feel your heart beating again.
Such a sweet thing.
Sipping wine alone as you called me, you're making things fine again.
It's all in my brain.
A sickly stain, of written pain
Painted on the bedroom walls, like waterfalls.
Coated in party foam, memorial to the man in Rome.
(c) Livvi

Star spangled banners and kids without manners.
From both sides of the saline pond.
Universal bond of childhood.
Sometimes naughty others good.

Facing into the roses,
They're scratching their noses.
Salt waters screaming from beaches, that nobody reaches.
Encouraging dipping when the kids should be kipping.
It's seven a.m, it's really too early.
The water's so chilled and their toes rather curly.

Running for cover avoiding past lovers.
Children are crying, the water's real cold now.
Mother insisted, the silly old cow.

Walk past the church on the left.
The old fashioned one with the bent twisted steeple.
Inside hides a guy, he's claiming church sanctuary.

In the churchyard a black cat, carrying bad luck in a black velvet sack.
Should have been green to fit into the scene.
Betwixt the headstones, upon the grass.
Hid in the corner the witch stirs her cauldron.

She missed undelivered promises, lost in the mail.
The male was late, a bit like a snail.
Once was a husband, abandoned his kid.

And the English kids, so loud and uncouth.
Told the hag by the cauldron,
To give them some money.
Not a penny to her name.
Disappeared to the back streets.
To go play the game.
With a couple of punters.
To provide for her kids.
Financial hunters.
Was always the same.
For her name was mummy.
(C) LIVVI

These medications are making her ill.
Wants to live before she dies.
There's a ford full of tears before her.
It's filled up by her eyes.
She wants to live before she dies.
She cries a little more, she refuses again.
He blames the woman she blames the men.
An element of got no choice.
She's so ill.
They've stolen her choice.
She has no voice.
They stole it.
All the powers that be.
Nearing the end,
She's trying to smile.
Soon she'll be free.
(c) Livvi

I like you more than words could ever express.
You are a lovely gentleman, but you drive me wholly mental man!
You whinge as a child, self-righteous, with pompous perfection.
Feel cold as a dripping block of ice,
Next to me.. I still feel a tragic vacancy.
You would give up your world for me.
I am however sad.
For I am a glass full up with tepid passion.
I have the heart of an inferno,
Yearning to melt.
The insides of a china doll.
The thought of you touching me, is making me cringe.
I am guessing a little messily, that maybe I should be cruel to be kind.
I hope in my guilty heart ,that you won't mind.
For I fear, the deeper you get, the more I'll regret.
Hanging onto frozen friendship for the sake of your heart.
Loving you, no chance, not ever, never even for friendship sake,
My only love poetic art.
(C) LIVVI

My ***** are killing me today.
They're really sore.
Abused too much.
Been using them all day and night.
Just a little callous.
Worked thirteen hours on the go
The ***** are those on the soles of my feet!
(c) Livvi

Suicide's not painful for the wearer or the bearer, those ones left behind.
I found him crying, dying of broken hearts such twisted lies.
Darkening skies and diamond eyes.
A piercing infatuation,sweet greetings, insincerity hanging from the cherry tree.
Now free.
Hurting with sheer human pain.
Once before, never again.
Last words be spoken unto me.
Suicide,pesticide, devils' fodder.
Daddy, sad no retribution, love long lost without emotion.
The candles burn they really blaze, lighting the archway.
The entrance to hell.
Suicide's not painful for the bearer or the wearer, or any of the victims friends.
Depend on friendship as a favour, friends of victims of disenchanted by a visit to the one and only, last chance saloon.
(c) Livvi

Laying in the land of lies.
Kissing broken butterflies
Knows what she wants.
A tigress on the prowl.

Howling and squawking.
Howling and scowling.
Pawing, cat calling.
Pussycat growling.

Love laid roses on the path.
Tangled thorns and demon horns.
Thought she'd have a laugh.
Love she chooses lonely pawns.

Howling and squawking,
Howling and scowling
Pawing,cat calling.
Pussycat growling.

She snatches sweethearts.
Creating works of art.
Living on cupcakes.
Cementing works of art.
Breaking hearts and crushing bones.

Howling and squawking.
Howling and scowling.
Pawing, cat calling.
Pussycat growling.

Fingertips tips as razor blades.
Razor blades are on the ****.
Love dies screaming silently.
At wicked women's will.
Said goodbye.

Howling and squawking
No more talking.
Pussycat cat cuddles.
Snuggles and kittens.
(C) LIVVI

Airbrushing history, with genuine sable.
Spilling drops of colour,upon the kitchen table,verdant green, scheme of things.
Pictures of such pretty stuff.
Built of rocks, fragmented clay.
Remnants curing yesterday.
Taste of ham and wild boar, upon the streets the courtyard *****.
Mysteries from history,underground culture, scavengers, vultures. Astounding,unearthed, rebirthed.
Revelations, handle carefully.
Secret lives exposé, book of secrets out to play.
Books fall open, trembling as poplars do, cutting clouds in ribbons strands.
Grasping past lives with both hands.
(c) Livvi

Crack heads are broken.
Got busted today.
Speed freaks are dashing.
They're running away.
Coke heads are scheming and plotting with glee.
Doleful of finance, next hits for free.
Signing on,
Dosh all gone.
Up the noses one supposes.
Broken noses smelling roses.
Maybe the vein, all a game.
And the corrupt minister adjusts his wig.
Hoping desperately no one will twig
He's as bad as the rest, drugging taking pest.
Nations corrupt vexation.
(C) LIVVI

Sing me a love song.
Make it a lullaby.
Stroke my hair.
Make me cry
Screaming out, don't know why.
Spilling tears, splitting hairs.
Feed me believe me, somebody cares.
Phantoms and spectres that hang overnight.
Jazz band flicks a crucial tune.
Crucifixes stain the moon.
Taking flight.
Jet planes and hovercrafts stolen from home.
Fetching the trendiest French garden gnomes.
House full of gnomes.
There's nobody home.
Exception, the spirit, of said garden gnome.
(c) Livvi

Blessed be the morning.
Eyes open.
Heart be yawning.
Dispelled shadows.
Sunlight dawning.
Apparently.
No longer free.
Wrapped up chains.
The joy of work, courts us again.
With the love of the packet of pay,
At the end of the day.
Reason to hack it.
Lasses smile, lads smile.
Elderly ache.
Morning awake.
(C) LIVVI

Candles burn brightly guiding the sight cruising from midnight unto daylight....aforesight dreams of daily scenes, images in magazines, all at the turn of the hands of the clock.
And so the **** crows.
He gets up your nose, he begs you awake.
Strangle the noisy beast.. the tone on the cell phone that steals your sleep.
Where cobwebs hide behind the eyes of the sticky sleeper, tear filled weeper. starlight sweeper, secret keeper, chaste with tight, secrets hid in the night.
Locked inside here where shadows hid, where love's denied and shall all shall hide, for never ever rest in peace ,of raging dreams and stolen sleep.
Of parapets and parakeets that keep you away from rest,the
noisy birds they are the best.
Locked inside there was two of us now there's only one.
He melted in the heat of a vibrant summer sun.. a puddle on the pavement, a melted mess of sticky stuff, missing sleep, mourning love.
***** tonic and all that stuff.
(C) Livvi

Waiting for God at the end of the world.
Not sure where he is.
Guessing he's running a little late.
For the first time ever in my life, a late running date is great.

Perhaps he's sat in his lodge.
Thinking and scratching his head.
A conundrum rushing round his brain.
What to do with the state of his planet.

He sits and enters conversation with his brothers and sisters.
Enters into a vibrant debate with Mohammed, the great prophet.
One of his greatest mates.

Buddha, a peaceful soul.
A role akin to God's brother.
He sat down cross legged, in almost perfect lotus position.
To evoke a little peace the purpose of this tranquil mission.

And the three of them spoke to  George Harrison and Lennon.
That was Lennon, not Lenin!
They all shared a similar perspective, the view suggesting  "give peace a chance".

The Hindu deities all fed their input to the  other chappies.
None of the religions wanted all out war.
After much discussion everyone left happy!
And that's why he was late.
(C) LIVVI

Where is it?
The unspoken inertia's setting in.
Searched high and low.
Under the cushions.
Beneath the settee.
On the bus.
In the car.
In my bed.
Must be in my head.
My stamina has gone down the drain.
Such a pain.

I found my answer finally.
Deep in a can of fizzy drink.
Loaded with sugar.
Hell what a ******...
All those calories they buzzed me up.
And then increased my waistline!
(C) LIVVI

Through the worst of winter she trudged
Sun is out she smiles now
Sunshine smiles within her soul.
Her lipstick paints upon a scarlet grin.
Maroon wiped off as she bathes in the light of the beautiful one.
Splendid.
So glad it did.
Sunshine fits better than cold snow and rain.
(C) LIVVI

Strolled through the door wearing nowt but a grin.
Seeking nothing more or less than a sweet bit of sin.
Dire need for crazy ***, smacked her smartly on the chin.
She's determined to win.
She gets under his skin.
Naked as this day were born
Torn heart's broken again.

And they cry and they lie and they curl up and die.
Feelings are reeling.
They're strung on balloons.
Cascades of lust as we're shooting the moon.

Wearing nothing but Sunday on Monday.
(C) LIVVI

I'm fighting the breeze as it tousles' my hair.
My fingers are rapiers, they're cutting the cold
The wind carries lances and they're fighting back.
The glowing sun is icy.
Brightens up the morning sky.
Still so cold, I am ready to cry.
Inhaling the cold and my lungs feel like cracking.
Deceit fills the sun loaded skies.
The smart bite of frostbite, still waters my eyes.
Flowers, fancy flowers.
Annually sparkle the beds.
They're no longer sleeping.
Springtime's weak sunshine, gives them their life.
Naughty husband pinches a few to give to his wife.
The children know mother's day is on the way.
I remember stealing daffodils from the roadway outside my house.
To give to my mother when I was a mouse.
Could never steal flowers now.
It's a criminal offense.
They smile so very beautifully.
Behind a gilded fence.
(c) Livvi

The garden flourished, as life were nourished.
Produced as roses in the patch.
A beautiful product incited.
Exciting chemical involvement.
Chemical created a beast of a mountain.
Already for climbing.
Failing without ******'s tender stroke.
A dysfunctional fellow...poor chap.
No joke!
(C) LIVVI

Making love in open fields beneath the summer sun.
Full of mischief.
Touching each other in most special places.
Good bye my old friends.
You're hiding your faces.
Blushing crimson.

It's winter now the clouds have formed.
Auburn haired baby doll, a grey haired old dame.
No more love in open spaces..hell it's such a shame.
Arrested by time.
Those manacles of aching joints.

Been ages since we loved beneath the summer sun.
Between the trees that made us sneeze.
We laid and played as teenagers.
Making fresh new love with virtually strangers.
We're older now.
That sort of stuff is frowned upon.

Our adult children frown upon us now.
As we come in with muddy pants.
They don't believe what we know of romance.
We took the chance.
A beguiling wink.
A nod and a smile.
If only they knew they'd run a mile.
(C) Livvi

It's March.

I'm as mad as a wild crazy beautiful hare.
I'm kicking my heels up.
I flirt with the grass.
It tickles you see.
A free running hare.
Hell it's great to be free.

I chat with the rabbits.
They chatter to much.
I dash over the field.
For some strange reason, it must be the season.

There's a chap sitting on a picnic rug.
A scarlet one.
He's alone.
His company is a bottle of whine,
I can hear him moaning.
Must be drowning his sorrows.

I hop off grinning to myself.
My teeth on my lower lip.
One more skip,
Hop and jump.
I hit the tree with quite a bump.
I'm a mad march hare with a very sore head!
(C) Livvi

Hark, hear me shout.
I'm calling and gasping
My voice rasping.
I'm screaming inside.
I'm wailing without.
Lost and all lonely.
Dear God hear my shout.
I look at my shoes.
There's a hole in the soul.
Bit like my heart,
All full up with hole.
Poor soul.
Poor shoes.
Black velvetish
Feeling quite blue.
Could I love you?
I like to cuddle and touch.
Almost as much as you do.
I'm so very lonesome.
I sense you are too.
(c) Livvi