I am amazed by you.
The things that you do to me astonish me.
Amazed by the exhilaration you give.
I am thrilled by your chill and beat by your heat.
I live you.
I love you.
You are stupendously sweet.
Far inside my heart you dwell.
Sometimes you get to me.
Get under my fine flyaway hair.
At passionate moments you may rip me apart.

Under the veil of nightmares my dreams make me shout.

These words I write out.
Hey presto magic,
At the end of my pen.
(C) Livvi

Lips are on fire.
Oh so not kissable.
The cold ripped them and split them and tore them to bits.
And then a tooth catches hold of a sinewy strand.
It's ripped so much more,
Good God they're so sore.
They bleed.
A vampire, he may be in heaven, self sufficient food supply,
24/7.
(C) Livvi

In the middle of the darkest room hid smiles.
Smiles of the followers.
Smiles of the players.
Smiles of the thespians.
Bespoke, dressed as lesbians.
Smiles of the slayers, who dissected the players.
Who did stand on the stage, spitting some vile rage,
of tyrants and elephants,
while wearing tight underpants,
that strangled their *******.
The fellas that was.
Some had big feet,
other's knobbly knees.
All the smiles seemed to fit and that's about it.
A great night was had and no-one was bad.
Came in much too early and now I feel sad !
(C) LIVVI

I have current friends,
Who fill me with surges of fresh  electricity,
When they strum my heartstrings with their melodies.
I have acquaintances.
Who bother to give me the time of day.
Say hello and be on their way.

I had a lover.
Several in fact.
Each unlike any other.
I have social networking friends,
They listen to me, I listen to them.
Most of them, like me,
Put pen to paper.

I have family.
I'm lucky.
Surreptitiously.
They walk through my world.
Giving me new direction.
And sadly,
They hate poetry.
(C) Livvi

She found a bottle on the shore.
A missive within.
All sealed and dry, for his heart 'twas broke.
Communication from far off shores.
A flagon of glass,
bore his heart.
A ladies man wrote to a lady of note.

"Lady Annabel, I trust this letter finds you well.
My ship of war, she transcends the waves,  
I was moved to write to you a note,
I trembled as I wrote these words,
A covenant to our love,
a declaration,
Sadly I doubt that you will ever see.
Being stolen from thy passion.
Let pen upon paper be writ.
My tumescent heart be broken."

Such grief felt as relieved by his pen,
Into the sea from his almighty ship.
His words forthright tossed.
Unto the stormiest swell.
By the grace of Neptune,
his vessel was caught,
rode the tide of time.

Now 'tis warm upon the summer sands.
An unexpected blessing found,
grounded upon the shore as was said.

A name and address of his lady,
She, for whom the note was meant.
Penned perfection from her beau,
the sailor whose heart so bled.
The spirit of Annabel, the lady so dear.
Found by her Grand-daughter,
The Lady Annabel De Vere.
The first lady Annabel, long since passed away.
Young Lady Annabel, went to out to play.
Regardless.
(C) Livvi

White elephants of the icy sea flopping, struggling.
A dynasty of protection.
Hierarchy of wrinkled beasts.

The polar bear with cubs in tow, perfect footing,
Just look at her go.
Her feet anchored to the ****** snow.

Walrus wanders, her youngster plays.
Not playing, practising, the survivor's artistry.
Not a carpenter in sight.
(C) Livvi

I lived.
I lived in what seemed to be a perpetual hurricane.
Dervish like child, but mild of heart.
I practised living.
I practised loving and leaving.
I am glad that I did.
I bought the tee-shirt, filled up, wore it well.
Left nothing but a nasty taste and pungent smell.
Unsettled is the child wearing the wrinkled face of the ageing one.
The greying hair and playing air.

But, I am far less miserable.
As for now,on the table.
I present the lack of love, I so resent.
I have killed my self metaphorically.
I want some one, but I don't want me.
(C) Livvi

Ebony hangs the sky of the world.
A suspension of feeble stars attempt to shine.

May the winter chill ,not fill the feeling.
Emotions be captured,
Upon of this the most blessed season.
The children paint windows upon the future.
May the young ones be the perfect reason.
(C) Livvi

He was much to big to handle.
They grappled and wrangled.
An enormous tangle.
He was so cold.
So crystallised.
His skin was wet.
Embellished with designer stubble.

The crystals became fluid.
Titian drops, dripped.
So ran a river.

Needed a vessel to give him a roasting.
Alas, it was not found.
My Christmas turkey cooked passionately.
Ready for the special day.
Standing upright in the oven tray.
(C) LIVVI

So lonely.
So glad to be free.
A songbird of happiness.
Zings through the trees.
Buzzing, as if a frenetic bee.
Seeking the dawning flower buds.
Of the forth coming spring.
(C) Livvi

Buy me a pencil case for Christmas, please.
Feed it with a calligraphy pen.
A tatty Biro may do.
Let me be helped by the said pen to create some pretty poems.

Maybe I can draw some flowers.
One pencil case, one decent pen will keep me occupied for hours.
Livvi

Across the forest floor we dance, a celebration of forthcoming change.
As if  the local fairies are pursing us.
Those fairies cannot catch us.
Destiny predicts, we would be forever trapped.
Dwelling eternally  in fairyland, ne'er again to spy the light of day.
We whirl and we twirl in private pirouettes of sparkling light.
Electric heels, spirits charged.

We can see them, but as yet, us they cannot see,
There hides a tiny electric blue fellow,equipped with fragile wings, beneath the old oak tree.
His head be cradled in his hands.
We know not why, tonight however, no attention to us mortals hath he given.
The opposite side of the standing oak we see a minute fairy lady, her wings be folded, she is curled as an infant.
There be no signs of life from her.
We comprehend the distress of our elfish friend.
As mortals with hearts that beat we sense his pain.
Filled with sorrow for this little chap.
And still he sits.
We can hear him cry,
He doesn't become perturbed by our presence.
Gesturing to us to join him.
He trusts us.
His lady caressed between my warm hands.
Her wings unroll slowly.
A stretch,
A yawn her life revived.
The fairies danced along with us.
We four flit as fireflies glowing in the darkness upon this winter's solstice night.
(C) Livvi

Feeling still.
The touch of lips as we kiss.
Chapped lips,
They hurt as we kissed.
They split and were broken as were we.
What once was love in it's truest form broke.
We two became sore.
As a pair of minus ones.
(c) Livvi

Feeling still.
The touch of lips as we kiss.
Chapped lips,
They hurt as we kissed.
They split and were broken as were we.
What once was love in it's truest form broke.
We two became sore.
As a pair of minus ones.
(c) Livvi

Mulled wine and mincemeat  pies,
Santa Claus and Christmas eyes.
Warming fire fuels the carols.
Feeds them with fir scented love.
Turkey breast and roast potatoes.

Christmas wishes sent from me.
Unto one and all.
To all of you a **, **, **,
Lots of love.
Run along and have a ball.
Livvi **

I would crawl over broken glass to reach you.
Scale the highest mountain.
Swim across the oceans deep.
Or maybe I would cross the pond.
Skywards in an aeroplane.
Fight my way through ferny fronds.
Twisted across the verdant forest floor.
And do you know why I'd do that?

I would like to meet my fellow makers of such beautiful mischievous words.
To meet each and all,  and everyone of you face to face.
Of course,
I could always return to London town.
Or maybe not so far from home.
We all know each others words.
Few know the minds behind the reckless words.
It's just a dream.
A pleasant one of course.
(C) Livvi