I'm such a rascal you know.
I ate an entire packet of biscuits, just like they're going out of fashion.
All jammy and creamy, so sickly, sweet.
I am such a selfish gal.
Gave not one to the children.
I'm such a selfish witch.
The dog looked on so longing.
I saved none for my *****.
I smiled sweetly at her, a curt little grin, if you know what I mean.
I said, "no sorry , Blue, biscuits are only for humans, they're so not good for you!
Any excuse to eat them all, what else can a good girl do!
(C) Livvi

I loathe him.
He made me stressed.
Hell, how he made me cry.
That man, he made my flesh creep.
Oh how he made me weep.
Made my pure heart break clean in two.
Oh my goodness what did he do?
He crippled my legs.
While still I walked.
Severed my tongue.
So I could not talk.
I had a bucket full of love to give.
It was all his.
Just once it overflowed.
It got kicked over.
That bucket did.
My metaphorical bucket.
Became somewhat buckled.
I’m looking forward, now I chuckle.
©Livvi

The flapping of the listeners ears.
Their meddling noses.
Careering through the undergrowth
Thick skinned and worthy of massive respect.
Their ears listen,
But sadly their eyes didn’t see.
The poachers passing by the Baobab tree.

The huge noble beasts.
No-one supposes.
That elephants ever forget.
That’s what the people say.
I guess they forgot the sound of the poachers’ guns.

And they’re probably not scared of mice either.
Mice are pretty nice as well.
© Livvi

My Friend.
My friend is Patty M.
Her life is getting rather tough.
A lifetime of issues are getting rough.
She’s weathered storms of so many.
And written words of more.

She too is a poet.
A writer of so many things.
She been there and I’ve laughed with her.
She’s hugged me metaphorically.
From the other side.
Of the wild and windy pond.
When my life fell apart.
As a pair of listening ears.
Put up with my nonsense and wiped away my sulky tears.
She offered me words of support from the bottom of her heart.
I hope so much that things for you, get sorted out so you’re not blue.
Thank you Patty x
© Livvi

A leader or a follower?
A sucker or a swallower?
(C) Livvi

Dumbstruck by the transvestite with the electric blue hair.
Hanging shoulder length.
His hair looked sheer, shiny and just fantastic.
He wore flip-flops and blue tights.
Never ever wore a coat.
Not being judgemental of course,  I never am that's for sure.
Close enough to notice the evening shadow, as it crept over his man shaped face.
I passed him by.
His feet are big enough to belong to a giant, an ogre maybe, one that didn't bite.
His footwear looked rather curious in his flip-flops as he waddled along through the pouring rain, down the street and back again.
Almost a penguin, was he, awkward and ungainly.
Accepting of the fact that he would never fly.
But very confident, much more confident than me.
I admired his frank openness,  of maybe what he sought to be.
(C) Livvi

I used to buy doughnuts with granules of sugar on.
You had to lick it from your lips.
The sugar on doughnuts became estranged.
Exchanged for sticky syrup,shining.
Nothing like yesterdays doughnuts
They taste almost the same,
They look a little less inviting.
But today's doughnuts' are still exciting.
(C) Livvi

LONDON TIME

Sprawls across the skyline.
Ancient and newly alike.
Busy wheels and politics.
Backstreets of culture with pickpocket vultures.
Stations and bankers,
And other posh tankers,
Otherwise known as rich classy wan**rs.
Sea museums and see museums
Plague victims under common land lay.
Sleeping for years.
And time changes.
Smiles very cutely, as he makes the suggestion.
Let's go sight seeing "dear lady"
Come along and see my life.
I'll hold your hand forever, but you will never be my wife.
He will never be your husband, as he knows not how.
The man who stopped time in London town.
(c) Livvi

Beauty enfolds the ****** soul.
Alas the soul cannot perceive the presence it holds.
The soul is not virginal.
A deep breath held fast in the darkness.
Drowning in a waterless chasm.
The soldiers of fortune spilled all their coins.
They're melting in the furnace of hell.
There are bits and there are pieces.
The pieces got more broke.
Fragments of once, as mirror shards of memory.
And once again I breathe.
(C) LIVVI

The choices we make, are not always wise.
Reaching for glorious scope of new skies.
Before my eyes within my mind,
A new job unexpectedly fell wholly apart.
The green grass of summer got ripped up.
It’s miserable here on the other side.
My choice of career’s become wholly queer.
I lost my heart, it broke my soul.
I’ve lost my loving tender touch.
It’s all become much too much.
Trained for years and flaming years.
The only reminders are buckets of tears.
© Livvi

The  sky hung full of ******, above the execution bell.
The crow circles overhead irreverently, dressed in his Sunday best.
In the bar the dead men fought.
From the counter outside they flew.
Spilled into the street in front of a few.
Two cowboys, guns in both of their hands, wrathful and vengefully meeting demands.
The young lady with the mess of blonde hair, was heard to squeal,
"Oh Jimmy, fight not over me, let him go, let him go free".

The lady in the emerald hat cried "Jimmy and Jason, please stop that."
I hate it when you play with guns.
One of the problems when you have stroppy twin sons.
Their weapons discarded into the bin.
After the gunfight that no brother won.
(C) Livvi

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Isabella stood alone outside.
She was in the garden chasing snow.
Her nose felt the chill, her fingertips too.
The tips of her beautiful delicate toes, were fast becoming blue.

In the corner under the trees, she'd made a snowman.
She swore she heard him sneeze.
He wore a lovely tartan hat, a purple scarf, a pair of soggy bright red gloves.
She thought, perhaps he needed a lady friend.
Next to him on his right hand side, she created a very chilled girlfriend, made from fairy snow.
She built a buxom snow mamma, with a plastic gem in the middle to play the role of mamma's nose.
Isabella found an old Alice band and popped it round her soggy head.
Between the three of them they discussed having an infant, a snow child of their own.
All three of them got ready to discuss the coming child.
Isabella started building snow person number three.
A pretty little snow girl, with strands of straw for yellow hair.
She wandered indoors and pinched some precious pebbles from real mama's plant ***.
Isabella gave her snow girl bright blue shiny eyes.
Mummy let the dog out, he ran around the garden.
So happy to be out and free, crash, bang, wallop.
Knocked Mr Snowman to his knees.
Isabella built him up again.
Mr and Mrs Snowman and their daughter were her friends.
She kissed them all.
Bade a goodnight, to one and all.
Isabella went indoors.
It was nearly time for bed.

The morning sun ripped through the blinds.
She looked outside to see her friends.
They'd gone.
Perhaps they ran away.
It was a little warmer today.
In the garden just a slushy puddle.
Wearing a tartan hat purple scarf and bright red gloves.
(C) Livvi

Ben and Timmy went hunting for presents beneath the Christmas tree.
They picked up all the packages, all ******* with silky string.
They shook them and they rattled them.
They felt around all the shapes.
They couldn't work out what they were.
No matter how they tried.

Timmy wanted a cricket set, to go and play out on the green.
Ben wanted a games console, as he was nearly a teen.
One was an outdoors little chap, a sporty game and he'll be happy.
Ben would sit on the sofa, playing shooting games.
Not shooting with guns, he wasn't allowed to,
He didn't like them any way.

The boys sneaked into daddy's room,
Hoping they might find some more.
Surely the presents under the tree weren't all the gifts waiting there.
The opened the closet, all nice and neat,
Santa's costume was there, right in front of their feet.
Whoever would have guessed that daddy was Santa.
Daddy had lots and lots of talents, this one they never knew.

They wondered did their mother know.
Mum came in after work and Ben and Timmy said to her.
Mummy, " did you know  that daddy is Santa Claus?"
Mother didn't say a word.
Christmas eve it came around.
Daddy went out, nowhere to be found.
The boys went off to bed, pretending to sleep,
none the wiser.
Clattering and ringing, a sound of jingling bells.
The children peeped out of the window, to see their daddy Santa at work.
The Santa they saw, was not their cool daddy.
Just an annoying imposter.
They went to wake their mummy up.
The bed was empty, daddy was gone.
The chap on the rooftop, he wasn't their daddy.

Morning came.
At the breakfast table the children sat.
Daddy arrived a little late, looking somewhat disheveled.
His hair all out of place.
Still wearing his Santa suit.
Mum took daddy in to the kitchen.
Said to him, "where have you been?"
He grinned from ear to ear,
"He can't deliver to all the world,  all on his own my dear."
(C) Livvi

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I miss you daily my passionate friend.
I'll miss you until the sea no longer flows.
I'll miss you until the day the sky stops stops crying.
I'll miss you until all war is over.
I'll miss you my friend, my once passionate lover.

I miss your painted fingernails sliding down my spine.
I miss you when you kiss me, now my heart is only mine.
I miss you when you tell me all's going to be alright.
I don't believe you, when you tell me it's just going be another night.

Funny memories, one or two.
I remember you tying silly strands of crimson ribbon,on the ends of my shiny hair.
I remember that my hair was too shiny, so they all fell out.
You curled up laughing,
As we rolled on the floor.
Near, falling apart as you showed me the door.
And still I smiled.
(C) LIVVI

Last years' cherry tree is quivering bare.
Her leaves undressed, we stop and stare.
The cold is chewing at her bark, gnarling and twisting at her.
She mourns the skylark passing by.
Upon the wings of summer lost, those magical summer days.
The flowers of springtime they once lived beneath the safety of her roots.
Now, in a strange retraction they creep back in their bulbs and corms.
Hiding safely,  they're all secure from the  forthcoming storms.

The sullen eccentric female, wears her moth-eaten fur coat.
Just to beat the cold outside but, she's hiding inside.
Spying out the window.
In the corner at the back of the room, her resting husband met his doom.
She can't bear to let him go.
How long has he been there?
Nobody knows.
She goes about her business, chattering incessantly.
She's gassing about the weather, the price of fish.
In front of him his meal, remains untouched upon his dish.
It's getting dark, she feels the chill.
After parking a kiss on his icy lips.
Off to bed she creeps.
He's sitting there, still.
A blanket resting on his lap, to keep him nice and snug.
Cold coffee, complete with a film of congealed milk.
Cosy as a bug in a rug.
(C) Livvi

Runs through the forest with the wind in her hair.
Tripping over the briars that strangle the ground.
Gazing at starlight it's blessing the copse.
The fear in dark moments  realising she's lost.
In the hole at the base of a gigantic tree she  curls up to sleep.
Deep in the forest none hear her weep.
The owl in the tree keeps his own counsel.
He's so very quiet, she knows he's up there.
The guardian of her silence.
A voice in the darkness cries Sweet Ann-Marie, where are thee?
The squeak in the dark, the voice of the child an echo resounding.
The lanterns they're calling  for the little  girl lost.
Into the clearing more echoes are heard.
Alarming the owl, the wise old bird.
The flapping of wings, flying out of the clearing.
The seekers are finders as now they are nearing.
Finding the frightened child in the sweet summer dress.
At the base of the tree.
They hold her so tight as now she is free.
Tears of relief grace her delicate face.
Safe and sound, off home to bed.
Relieved as she's resting her sweet grateful head.
(C) LIVVI

You held my beating heart in your hands.
You felt it undulating, it was pulsing for you.
It was pulsing for me.
You kept it alive.
You kept me alive.
Having you with your stony, stormy eyes, created a life so worth living.
For such short moments in time my heart was yours and yours was mine.
Now,my face vacantly rubicund.
The winter winds lash my visage.
And you.
You lashed my heart.
You tore it into strips of scarlet.
You used your cat'o'nine tails pen.
It bled.
I bled.
Love haemorrhaged, now my love's all dead.
(C) LIVVI

Jingle bells,
Christmas smells.
The turkey's bubbling.
The skittish kids are bouncing off the walls all round the room.
The sugar rush is toxic.
Makes them buzz real quick.
The presence of Christmas and Christmas presents.
Tidily stacked under the tree.
For a minute or three.

Mum is flapping passion.
More than the once flapping turkey's wings ever could.
Dad he's supping from his can.
It's Christmas time and he's a man.
Gets away with ******.
Every year he always does.
He sits there getting pickled.
While mum fights with the oven gloves.

With bloated face and rosy cheeks he screamed at her.
"Hurry up, I'm hungry."
You would think he hadn't eaten for weeks.
Sanctimonious twerp.

Mother beautifully dished up dinner for her brood of starving youth.
Instead of dishing the same up for dad, she dished up something really bad.
Slices of turkey covered in gravy.
Designed to burst his pompous bubble.
Enough's enough she thought to herself
Traces of spicy gravy, covered his designer stubble.
Half a tub of chilli powder had laced the gravy on his plate.
Cooked to absolute perfection.
Obviously, to enhance the wonderful flavour.
And mum said, " it's a new recipe, I fetched it from a magazine".
Something only mama knew.
The children enjoyed their Christmas dinner.
Mum chuckled to herself after scoring a winner.
And dad did the dishes with his fiery tail firmly stuck between his legs
(C) Livvi

You are the flame in my heart that keeps me alive.
You are the blood, the force of sweet life.
You are my oxygen.
I thrive on thoughts of you.
I left my hat on the train.
You chased me.
You gave it back again.
We sat and we spoke and versed in fun.
We smiled, we hugged and two became one.
Then you left and I became none.
It's cold outside.
It's cold within.
You came along and got under my skin.
(C) Livvi

I am a lover unlike any other.
I am delighted to play with words every day.
Rarely does my pen make magic and it rarely speaks the real me.
I live, I love, in all ways imaginatively.
Put delicately with my funny pen.
My pen sometimes pokes eyes out, or I expire strapped to an old oak chair.
Sometimes my topics may rile and you think that I  don't care.
I write of love, I write of lust..sometimes mischievous erotica.
The real me's a little girl.
She's  hiding in my deep dark heart.
I'm giggly and very silly, daily turning tricks, not ****** tricks, but silly tricks while I'm playing with my dippy words.
I like nothing more than playing silly games, silly games with dozy syllables.
I live to write.
I write to live.
And so the games go on .
(c) Livvi

Don't leave her alone in the cold.
Let not your haunting love, leave her bone marrow cold.
Visit her heart.
Cherish her.
Adore her with flowers of the sweet scented kind.
Love her on Monday at the start of the week
Keep her warm as Wednesday's child rises.
Make not her smile be full of woe.
Warm her up on Friday.
Let her weekend not be frigid.
Arrival of the weekend spread to her a mega grin.
Open your heart and let her in.
(C) Livvi

Sky dusted.
Sprinkles of crawling stars.
Moon beckons loudly with her light.
Come fly with me tonight.
Let's fly straight past Mars.
Take me, love me, hold me tight.
****** all the darkness right outta my night.
I have a heart in need of light.
Strings of this puppet are broken.
Bits of the being are left behind.
Waiting to be re-strung.
(C) Livvi

Thirsting for lost childhood.
Oh to play on a bicycle with stabilizers.
Hung on to by a daddy who pretended he cared.
To stick stamps in an album, with such tender care.
To create towns full of plastic houses complete with minute plastic men.
Without responsibilities.
Plastic kids and Barbie dolls, are buckets much less hassle
To squabble with a brother, with whom you squabble still.

To have no dependents, my goodness what a dream.
It was no dream.
Not the slightest hint of fantasy.
I have more, so much more.
They may have  depended on me for years, but now when the chips are down.
They lifted and supported me through all life's peaks and troughs.
They are closer to me than I ever thought they would be.
Nowadays I'm glad to say I'm not that little kid!
(C) Livvi

There is a touch of confusion.
Is there a God?
What are his values?
Is he in control of heaven and Earth?
Is he in control of hell?
Hell on Earth maybe.
Is he indeed he, or maybe a she?
In essence, all the religions of the organised world.
They're very disorganised.
If there were a God would he watch good people die?
Would he or she offer clemency to those who apparently slaughter?
The helpers the blessed, the winners, the sinners.
Hell is a situation that coats the planet's head.
It matters not to anyone which: deity the poor man follows.
Allah with five pillars of wisdom, wise indeed and very kind.
Guatama Buddha, lord of noble truths, sat in meditation beneath the lotus blossom tree.
If I did religion that would be the one for me.
Moses with commandments, a cool idea indeed.
No men really follow them, that's the thing to fear.
Men **** brothers, women **** sisters.
If there is a God he's seeming somewhat sinister.
(C) Livvi
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My cover envelopes me.
It's letting in the cold.
I have a spot of heartburn.
I'm guess I'm getting old.
My once true loving lover, he's been flirting with another.
My mind and jelly belly have been playing silly jealous games.
I think I'm a soppy teen.
Maybe I wish I was.
In a reckless lack of sleep the woman sits and weeps.
Not crying,the eyes are sore with tiredness.
I so hate lacking precious sleep.
My eyelids are brimming,as heavy cement.
Jesus Christ, I hate these nights when I'm not feeling great.
(C) Livvi

Let me take you down to the river.
To show you how the waters flow.
Let me show you the fish that are jumping.
They're going with the flow.
See the tiny twig drifting out to sea.
It seems as if it's having fun.
It's playing on the water as the sunshine starts to cry again.
The creatures are mainly sleeping now, as only they now how.
The raindrops changed to hail stones.
All hail the winter.
(C) Livvi

Runs through the forest with the wind in her hair.
Tripping over the briars, as they strangle the ground.
Gazing at starlight, it's blessing the copse.
The fear in those dark moments, when she's realising that she's totally lost.

In a hole at the base of a gigantic tree she curls up to sleep.
Deep in the forest, none hear her weep.
The owl in the tree, he keeps his own counsel.
He's so very quiet, she knows he's up there.
The guardian of her silence.
A voice in the darkness cries, "Sweet Ann-Marie, where are thee?"
The squeak in the dark.
The voice of the child, an echo's resounding.
Those lanterns they're calling for the little girl lost.
Into the clearing, more echoes are heard.
Alarming the owl, the wise old bird.
The flapping of wings, flying out of the clearing.
The seekers are finders, as now they are nearing.
Finding the frightened child, in the sweet summer dress.
At the base of the tree.
They hold her so tight as now she is free.
Tears of relief grace her delicate face.
Safe and sound, off home to bed.
Relieved as now, she's resting her ever grateful head.
(C) Livvi