The dwarf at the bus stop dressed in his camouflage.
Trying to escape from a fantasy.
He was on his way to upper earth.
He toked on his joint as for the bus he waited.
Had icicles on the tips of his beard, or maybe just drips of the tea that he'd dribbled.
He wasn't young, nor was he old.
He sure as hell looked very cold.
My bus came, carried me away.
Off into the fantasy of another great day.
The sun gleams redundantly, she's not warming the world.
Today's missing Fahrenheit are making my toes curl.
(c) Livvi

Flashes of silver darts.
Diminutive dancing.
Entrenched in youthful memories.
Mesmerizing the sea.
Seaside salty sailors.
Sand eels.
Summer seas.
Rock pools.
Summer fools.
Caught on the anglers line.
Reeled in, escorted on a day trip to the sea.
(c) Livvi

Tall tree in front the eyes of the witness.
Knots appear as elephants knees.
Base of tree seems like elephant feet.
Living wood.
Immobile.
Farther up the tree appears a pair of perfect *******.
Insensitive to sensation.
Cold and hard.
Still beautiful.
Not a leaf in sight.
This tree could persuade her witness that she were made of solid stone
If the witness didn't know better.
(C) LIVVI

She has beautiful eyes.
She sat on the bus.
She has beautiful eyes.
A husband in tow.
A child with beautiful eyes.
It's in her genes.
She's wearing her jeans.
Her hair in baubles and bands
Until her age and religion demands.
Then under her Burka, all you'll be able see are her beautiful eyes.
Religious clothes of perfect choice.
Islamic voice.
(c) Livvi

Sat in the car at the back of beyond.
Beyond reasoning what I'm doing here.
I fear.
Anti clockwise rhythms, rhyming with the guy who's nice.
My head's obliterated and my heart is cool as ice.
He's a box of soppy.
She's a box of stroppy.
Confusing muses puzzling.
Nudging.
Percolating.
Brewing.
Never beer or whine I fear.
She supposes she can maybe love him again.
After the sunshine blew thunder and rain.
Maybe a little love be retained.
Enigmatic future.
(c) Livvi

Clothes held close as menfolk left.
Clutched close to wifely bodies.
The scent of that last embrace.
She smells his left behind clothes again.
Nobody else knows his smell.
It tickled her nose.
Memories of last moments of closeness.
This moment maybe their last dance.
Uniforms of formality in such organised organisations.
Firm protection of noble nations.
Action stations, yet again.
And the death bell tolled.
And the trains rolled into the station.
Waiting to clamber on to the war bound train.
Walking away.
Heads held high.
Stiff upper lip.
After kisses goodbye.

Which of the bedfellows will survive?
It's a long drawn out slog.
This war is a dog.
Big.
Black.
Vicious.
Still alive?
(c) Livvi

Follow the river.
The twinkling river.
Meandering river,
It's flowing towards the estuary.

Leading into the cold lonely sea.
Gnawing chill.
The metaphor of the teeth of the shark.
That fires the frenzy,
Which rides on the waves.
Upon the shore stranded.
Pray let thee be saved.
Strands of seaweed, twisted together as rope.
Found rocky delight.
In an outcrop of rock pools.
****** and *****.
Hopelessly twisting a moment or two.
No doubt here in this darkest of places.
Her face, forward moving.
Aimlessly dreaming.
But it's giving her hope.
(C) LIVVI

Amsterdam,
Oh Amsterdam.
The lingering bells of a multitude of bicycles.
Clinging to the misty air.
Carefree.
Careless.
Canal flows past.
Upon which dances sunlight.
A bundle of sparkles.
It's early morning in-situation.
The ladies of night, are still sat propped up sleepily.
Looking like they're wide awake.
The coffee shops seem to  never quit,they never seem to sleep.
Wake up and smell the coffee.
Delft grinders shaped as windmills turn and grind.
Oh to awaken in fair Amsterdam.
(C) LIVVI

Scratching, creeping outwardly from the land beneath the bed.
She lays and sleeps and she tosses and turns.
Her feet curl up and she wriggles her toes.

Who is it that's there laying with her?
Nobody knows him,
For he is the invisible man.
He reaches up.
He's touching her hand.

Again and again.
He will not commit.
He knows that he loves her.
He will never admit.
She could make him happy.
If he gave her a chance.
But today is Thursday,
he's out on the town again.
Sporting a smile.
The invisible clown.
He doesn't want a lover, who can never see his face.
He's ashamed that she will never see his expressions.
Nor will they be felt.
She will never stroke his face, or kiss his cheek.
She can't find him.
A game of hide and seek.
No matter how hard she looks.
Aha, a bright idea.
A bag of flour at her side.
She flung it all around the space.
Wanted to see his funny face.

Atishoo, he sneezed.
Flour caused an allergy.
Respiratory arrest.
Mouth to mouth dutifully given.
At least she got a proper kiss.
He choked to death upon her floor.
At least she got to see his face.
A little too late!
(C) LIVVI

Her scarlet dress is blowing all around his knees.
He's smiling as he's tripping.
Skipping.
Straight into a love affair.
That he doesn't want.
And he doesn't care.

She's love's lonely widow.
An open window on the world.
Heart cold.
Rich feelings.
She's really different to most.
Differences too many to count on one hand.
She's never revealing.

His issues flow to the street side beat.
His metronome rocks fancifully.
His pendulum's swings in the wrong direction.
A direction that nobody ever dares mention.

He's kicking at kerb-stones with dancing feet.
He borrowed her dress, it looked good on him.
Probably would have been better in blue.
It blew up in the wind, as you kicked off your shoes.
Love's lonely widow and the gay guy met.
They thought each other sweet.
(C) LIVVI

Tickling the sky in sunlight, the blossom's breaking on my Hawthorn tree!
(C) LIVVI

Don't pet the wolves of Wall Street.
Definitely don't feed them.
They will bite your hand off without a second thought.
They're baying with the hounds of hell.
Stirring chaos in the world.
Within a melting ***.
It's ready to bubble over.
Beside the dogs of religion,
money is at the root of all that's evil.
Surely the devil's in control.
The ******* in charge of the Wall Street soul
The devil himself he calls to arms.
Those with world control.
Once again he uses his wily charms.
(C) Livvi

My life is flashing away, rapidly before my eyes.
Scheduled for an operation tomorrow.
I have to hope that I don't die.
Shaking like the lava trapped, bubbling beneath the volcano.
I guess I'm fit to burst.
Oh dear.
I'm scared.
Never the same when the nurse is the scaredy cat person.
(C) Livvi

LOST LOVER
His love was in her heart.
Her heart it was his quest.
He stole her heart and locked it, within a treasure chest.
A crystal key, beneath the sea held it locked beneath the waves.
The locked heart now rusted withstood the tidal ebb and flow.
Impenetrable, without a doubt.
Pray keep not thine precious love, locked inside said treasure chest.
He calls of sadness and of sorrow.
Rung loudly by the echo of the death bell as it tolls.
The echoes cause vibrations, that shattered what mattered.
Smashed into disrespect.
The love they shared was never a myth.
A secret so coldly discarded.
As if a bitter lemon.
All he did was take the pith.
© Livvi

To study closely the face of a stranger.
Strategies and patterns carved from well spent living.
Living in a hub-bub of city lights and fancies, strung together with strands of flippancy.
Watch children's faces glowing as they grow from innocence as they grow into experience.
Knowing not what lay in store and adulthood demands creep rapidly into sight.
The girls, they hang about in gangs of giggles.
Behind rose tinted spectacles, snatching quick glimpses of the things to come.
The lads kick language round the park, if they're not kicking each other.
Now and then a ball's in play.
The elderly couple shuffle on, they're on their way home.
The faces hold pictures of a world of their own.
She looked like Audrey Hepburn did.
Once upon a youthful time ago.
She kissed him goodbye as she got on her bus.
I wonder upon reflection.
What it was they made of us.
© LIVVI

It looks like rain again.
The sky looked full of waterfalls.
The clouds were looking heavy.
Hanging suspended.
Not far from the ground.

For now the mists are swirling merrily.
They're dancing on the hillocks.
The day may be forged of sunshine,
when the clocks have tripped and clicked.
By lunchtime plotting yay or nay.
Chances of a springtime day.
(C) LIVVI

As a rose catching sunlight.
Peachy petals run with veins of sweet cerise.
A coronet of flora, held fast with grips to beat the wind.
Hair glowing blonde, eternally growing.
She's sleeping silently.
She faced last season, laying tight through winter snows  
Beside her glassy casket, be placed a wicker basket, holding nothing but a missive destined for her long time lover.
Her prince would come, she knew he would.
Long time dead.
Visage of crystal sheen.

Her prince he wants to hold her close.
She the nearest to perfection.
Much too late to face rejection.
Longing to wait and watch her rest.

Sunlight catches the claret in his glass.
Feeds her face with colour.
Her cheeks begin to glow.

Winter left, the thaw began.
Lips bitten by the winter's chill, touched at last by lover's thrill.
Eyes developed springtime spark.

From his eyes, he wiped the tears and sighed.

Walked away, his chin between his heart shaped hands.
Heard a minute whimper, which soon became a sigh.
The sound of crying snatched his ears.

Her Lord.
He lifted the lid of her fragile coffin.
She sat up and smiled.
Looked into his eyes.
Unfurled her wings and left for the skies.
Ascended to Heaven.
Their final chance to say their goodbyes.
(c) Livvi

I once wished to lay here forever.
Desired life's fire.
Tripping to live.
Living to trip.
To inhale your memory.
A fix of you.
I felt you near.
I smelled your scented envelope.
Envelopes full of imagery.
Senses enhanced.
Enriched.
To bathe before your seeking eyes.
Your images locked within my mind.
Twisted distortions.
Contortions.
You got so very boring.
Now I want to sleep.
(C) LIVVI

Mr McCormick whacked her with his stick.
His nurse that was.
Didn't want to be bothered.
He was busy reading the paper.
A political persuasion.
Frustration aggression maybe the theory.
(Michael Rutter, I believe)

Mrs Brady,
A lovely old lady.
Elderly but beautiful as she recanted tales of how she reported how she cavorted  and partied  when younger.
Such relentless hunger.
With aged joints, she still wants to dance.
Find herself a little romance.
A bit of a rumble,
Potential to tumble.
She lives in a world where all's risk assessed.

Mr Jones,
An ******* of bones.
He gave up on all of his food.
He knew what he wanted.
Family all tried to persuade him to eat.
He wanted to meet the old boy upstairs.
Greet the guy at them pearly gates.
Sipped only from an occasional caring cup.
She bade him goodbye as she walked from her shift.

Stood out on the pavement.
Window's open.
Looked close as she she walked away.
Through the open window.
She swore, she saw his spirit leave.
(C) Livvi

Inhabiting a goldfish bowl.
Swimming relentlessly in circles.
Getting nowhere fast.
Occasionally you vary your route.
You will swim the diagonal path.
Little deviation.
Detained in eternal custody.
Now and then you **** a pebble.
Or tickle your abdomen on a strand of plastic ****.
Of course you may be itchy.
I guess nobody knows but you.
Then they stuck a friend in.
You didn't seem to like him much.
A lot less space.
You wonder if we still see you.
(C) LIVVI

Enter the room firstly.
Wearing **** or maybe somewhat silly clothes.
Stagger onto the stage.
Await your introduction.
Grab the mic and smile cutely.
Start to spill your wordy thrill.
Banter with your audience....
Never do the same poem, anymore than twice.
If you get a negative response,which you do now and then.
Wait till next week and do it all again.
(C) Livvi

Whispering wood smoke.
Hovering fireflies.
Cloudless clear skies.
Move closer.
Huddle.
Snuggle.
Cuddle close.
Wise owl.
Tree lovers.
Laying in silence.
A touch.
A stroke.
A conception.
(c) Livvi

Cupids' really stupid.
Collared loads of loving friends.
Sat here still,
Maybe forever.
Singledom...it never ends.

I cry.
I die,
Oh hell,
why.
I hate being alone.
But sometimes I love it.
I love my space.
No one buys me valentines cards.
I send none myself.
I get no flowers or chocolates...
It can be advantageous.
At least my hay fever stays under control.
No chocolate bulge here...hee hee.
Never to be over weight.
Being single has it's plus points.
Is nearly always great.
My kisses are all candid.
Come share a few with me.
(C) Livvi

Diamonds lay upon the grass.
Catching sparkling lilac dew.
Emeralds strung on mighty trees, someone left them there for me.
They hung on threads of gossamer deposited by worms of silk.
The tiger hid under the tree, he's looking at someone.
I hope it's not me.
Then I noticed the mahout with his toy.
Hunters on an elephant, playing at being boys.
I thought to myself that I'd help that lovely tiger out.
They're very rare you know.

So, I made an awful lot of noise to scare the Heffalumps to bits.
My god the huntsmen were so ******.
The mighty beasts freaked out and ran like weighty bolts of thunder.
My tiger friend he walked away or maybe I  should say stalked away,
For I became the tiger's tea.
Silly me fancy trying to save a hungry tiger.
(C) Livvi

Her name was Lucy.
She was beautiful.
A mischief filled woman.
The woman everyone wanted.
A fiery temper raged with fury.
Her tongue lashed vehemently.
She spat fire, suffered Halitosis.
Every word was dashed with spice.
Her language was incredible.
Went dating.
Dark dates every weekend with just the ace of spades.
A bad ***** was she.
She corrupted all the boys and girls.
A wicked soul had she.
Wednesday morning up she flew.
The devil rode out at lunchtime.
Her name was Lucy Fer.
(C) LIVVI

If you were younger, or I were older what magical love could be made.
Created of strength and vision,
Could pluck words and purpose from the air.
Join me playing in the poets lair.
(C) LIVVI

The gas man visited today.
Tried to blow them all away.
Smoking setts all filled with fumes.
Bertie badger's done away with.
Bovine T.B.
Setts empty now.
All for the sake of some silly cow.
(C) LIVVI

In the conservatory with the windows open wide I can still smell your pipe smoke.
I walk past and feel your oilskins' brush my hand.
I found some snippets of jet black hair left in my jewellery tray.
Your crash helmet  sits on the hallway table.
I swear it wasn't there yesterday.
A visiting spirit playing games with my memory.
I'm  guessing that's all it  can be.
Or maybe I haven't accepted you're gone.
Love lingering too long.
(C) LIVVI

I love my pearl necklace.
The leftovers of my richness.
Now, I love my pearl necklace still.
You loved me, left me.
You made me sore.
Left me with a bitter pill .
Pearl tears stuck in my throat.
(C) LIVVI

So, what happened to my sugar puffs.
Excitedly desiring.
All gone the taste of honey.
Just a bowl of cardboard, drowning in a vessel of milk.
With all the government's health kicks, I  kind of need a fix.
A little honey coated cereal, the honey has all gone.
I know we need to be careful of the things that we ingest.
The sweet taste of sugar puffs will always be the best.
The ones who make those sugar puffs, please give me back my taste!
(C) LIVVI

...In death I just slipped into the next door room and there you'll find me contemplating the ever eternal...I have a smile in my heart and my mind is still alive...you cannot see me, but you feel me and I'll always be there.
Never do I regret the things we did and didn't do.
Days of floral roses, days when skies flew blue.
I shall remember you at midnight.
I'll be sitting in spirit at the kitchen table, all alone.
Never again will you see me, feel my tender touch.
I will play from time to time.
I will watch you sleeping peacefully, maybe kiss you on the ear.
You will find my coffee cup upon the side.
A trace of fading lipstick left.
My scent will linger forever, in the mists of time.
I shall not be forgot.
My spirit a forget-me not.
And true love never dies.
(C) LIVVI

Somebody amputated one of my limbs.
Ripped out my tongue.
Blinded me.
Removed my heart.
Tore my soul to shreds.
The ******* stole my pen.
And asked me if I'd stay for tea.
(C) LIVVI

Your body is yours and mine is mine.
Look under my clothes and you will find.
A little skin, with wrinkles in.
A bit of bone, but all my own.
My eyes are blue, but sometimes green.
Depending on how I'm feeling, if nearly emerald if I;m feeling mean.
My breast are fair to middling, depends upon who's fiddling.
My heart is somewhat stupidly worn upon my sleeve.
Once upon a time I cared for you.
Now I only care for me.
(C) LIVVI

Suddenly the stars went out,
The moon glowed cold.
A wild sky.
Tormenting winds.
The clouds blown into obscurity.
Blocking moonlight from thee and me.
Howling dust coated landscape reared up in front of me.
Blankness of sunless expression.
The war made it's darkest impression.
I saw a rat scurrying over there, beneath the shadow coated wall.
The dead wrapped in their silent shrouds, as wall images.
Poor sods.
Oh God,
No God?
Somehow, you still hold my hand.
Maybe we just hold each other up.
Into my tranquilised eyes you stare.
I stare back into yours.
No music, no love, mere existence.
The wireless crackles ...---...
There must be someone out there,
So now what do we eat?
(C)LIVVI

You looked into my  eyes from across the crowded bar.
Enslaved by spellbinding attention.
Chemistry present but never passed a spoken word.
You left.
I left.
United hearts very alone.
Untied.
And still the music plays it's tune within my head.
St Valentine plucks at my very merry heart.
(c) Livvi

I love cold toast and butter.
The chewiness' is just supreme.
Deliciously moist.
Chew it with glee.
I so love cold buttered toast for my tea.
Care to join me?
(c) Livvi

He banged on the door.
He spoke to me with gentle tongue.
All dressed up in his Sunday best suit.
Looked so smart, he left me mute.
He held out to me a fetching hand.
Could I really resist temptations demand.
I invited him in.
I made him sweet tea.
However did he hear about me.
I went to my room and put on a frock.
A pretty floral number.
I thought I rocked.
Together we left the realm of my house.
Outside of my castle, became such a mouse.
He led me tenderly by the hand to the house of God just over the road.
I thought.
What have I to lose, the hymn writers present such powerful muse.
I sat and I listened to the words of the bible.
Made a little sense, but I'm a rebel.
My God is my word,  and I'm sure God don't mind.
After a nice cup of tea the visit was done.
He was gone.
Maybe en-route to my own kingdom come.
I never saw him again.
An atheist I remain.
But I so love the verse of my favourite hymns.
(C) Livvi

Oh for reckless dreams of walking back to childhood.
Much too late, but much too soon.
Of walking over sandy shores.
Hand in hand with the love of one's life.
Once upon a life time ago, was  someone's pretty little wife.
Too soon became trouble and strife.
Time went and caught her up.
Not quite enough to be ready to die.
The ****** get wet  and the passion has passed.
Knicker elastic crawls over her waist.
Thrillers becoming passion killers.
And still we giggle like teenagers, a little less wriggling about.
Her tights dangle down as if there's no tomorrow.
Ageing bought nothing but truth and sorrow.
But it's not  going to  get me
I just won't let it.
Even tho' this stubborn old goat is a nanny.
(c ) Livvi

It's a case full of poetic justice.
The only feelings I express are those of spoken words.
In my brain hides a bookworm.
It's feeding me with ideas.
His name is Jack.
Jack 'O' Lantern.
Lighting up my inspiration.
Once he swallowed a dictionary.
He ingested the contents and fed them to me.
I use them as free expression.
Having buckets of fun.
(C) Livvi

Rubbers ones for scrubbers,
Toilet pans and kitchen sinks.
Me thinks.
Non-latex ones for cleaning bums.
Bums of mums.
Bums of dad's.
Bums  of bums upon the streets.
How sweet.
*** scrubbing,
Protection.
For you and I.
Plastic see through ones for preparation.
Rapid food.
Keep cold hand warm on winter's days.
How many pairs of gloves do we go through?
That is the question of the day.
(C) LIVVI

A life spent filling my body with chemicals.
Buzzing like a rampant bee.
Off to put the *** on.
Again,
I think that's three since eight.
Great......smooth, delicious.
Need another coffee, must be piping hot.
The only worthwhile chemical I got.
The only fix I need, no tea and no ****.
(C) LIVVI

My shadow is full of moonlight.
I caught it in a sunbeam, stashed it beneath my floppy hat.
Tis the light of my life.
My my how it shines.
Because it's mine.
It doesn't mind, it doesn't matter.
By the power of the densest winter, I'm just the mad hatter.
My diverse shadow is happy, as he languishes under my hat.
(C) LIVVI

Shiny rooftops struck my eyes.
Ice chewed on my fingertips.
The wind his name was Chilly *****.
My toes aren't coming out to play.
They're hiding under my snuggly cover.
I'm not bitter.
It is a bit.
A spritzer of icicles just where they fit.
This old soul is rather cold and she really doesn't like it much.
Take hold of my hand, unfurl the coming blossoms of forthcoming spring.
I heard a cuckoo call two weeks or so ago.
I guess he got it wrong.
(c) Livvi

World wide.
War brewing.
Freaking out.
Freaking evil.
The ******* that burnt.
May they be burned in the forthright land of ******* hell.
A bubbling *** of discontent.
Chechen hell.
Iraq and Syria.
Cultivation a culture of fear.
Taken by the hand.
Led straight into war.
(c)Livvi

Perchance you may find it beneath a granite lump.
Upon the moors where 'tis stranded.
Stuck hard and fast.
It knows you're there.
It decided to hide.
It's playing games.

The rock is heavy.
Too heavy to bear.
It made a decision.
It's just staying there.
It's quiet and peaceful, in this here quaint spot.
It tells me it's staying there, under that rock.
Until the mood strikes it, to break free.
When the sunshine of summer brightens it up.

For it's love that decided to stay there under his rock.
He told me in a feisty voice that he would come out again.

Wasn't ready just now, his last vile partner was a cow.
He said he thinks too much.
The pressure of the expectation of his being is blistering his brain.
And still he hides under his rock, wrapped up in a soggy sock.
Loves hides himself in quite the weirdest spots,
He can't remember what to do.
He told me he just forgot.
(C) LIVVI

****** Is,
What?
****** *******,
Do
****** bodies,
Everywhere.
****** barbaric.
****** religion.
Who ****** needs it?
Not me!
(C) LIVVI

Weird.
Queer.
Odd.
Poofy.
Friendly.
Lovely.
Gay.
No more weird,
queer,
odd,
or zany than yours truly.
Little me!
(C) LIVVI

Little Miss Nobody sat on her own.
No-one to talk too.
The skeleton's in her closet are itching to get out.
A complex web of intricate delicacies, she's very hard to breach.
Impossible to reach.
Uncontrollable and wild.

Treat her mean, keep her keen, that's what they say.
They always treat her mean.
She treats them mean back.
Still she lacks an honest man who can work her out, decipher her, dissect her mentally and physically.
She's had enough of being free .
(C) LIVVI