I'm a writer.
I pick up my pen
I'm playing again  
And my world is just a packet of words.
That packet is an envelope.
Stuck it in the letterbox.
A letterbox full of magic tricks.
(C) Livvi

I'd love to sculpt a figurine made from sold bronze.
It would remind me of the age of man.
I'd love to throw a ***.
Bake it in a kiln.
Glaze it with shiny patterns.
Images of suns and moons.
Stars and comets
A multitude of colour.
And only then after putting my world into my oven baked creation.
I would love to slam it at the wall.
To watch it erupt, as a furious fire work would do.
Exorcised frustration.
One great big bash.
What a smashing time I'd have.
But, my beautiful bronze sculpture.
In the form of subtle woman kind, would be left by aged design.
To age with only woman's grace.
As only woman can.
(C) Livvi

The maiden with the bitten heart.
The chiselled one made out of ice.
Melted by a super nova.
From the starkness.
Out of darkness.
There so appeared the peeping green of snowdrop leaves.
Little white flowers trying hard to scratch the surface.
To bridge the pain of what once was.
The river simmers.
If water were able to burn,so sure they should be burning now.

Running beneath the bridge.
The bridge that sighs under the weight of the world.
The water holds it's passion tight,
So be it, let it burn.
just before it says goodbye.
Sends it to the estuary
Running wild
frothing free.
May the sea freeze.
Amen.
(C)LIVVI

Its raining again cried the queen of hearts,
when speaking with the jester.
The king of hearts got really jealous.
Such a silly card was he.

The queen of hearts she bowed and scraped.
with full respect intact.
The jester was a nuisance.
Wrong place.
Wrong time.
Always was
Joker man,.
He spent his life pestering her pretty  face.
Jester needs to let her be.
The king of clubs,
A party chap.
Queen of clubs, she partied too.
Far too much 'twas said.
She thought jesters conduct was really rather wrong.
As she passed the regal ****.
The queen of diamonds, she wore another royal ring.
She didn't want the diamond king.
Thrashed his great reputation.
The queen of hearts was her sweet lover.
A secret pact.
Twas, based on luck.
The chance of never getting caught.
Made such a pretty pair.
They did.
Two ladies in red.
They had an affair.
The jester crept into the room.
Saw the king of hearts distress on hearing this dark news.
Snatched the hand of the king of hearts.
Stole him by the hand.
The king of hearts was also gay.
(c) Livvi

Serenading the house.
The babies' awake.
Buckets louder than the resident mouse.
We're not shaken but everyone stirred to the volume of that cute little bird.
(C) Livvi

Mom I think we want ourselves.
To be left alone to proudly fight.
We have love, we have life.
We have shadows, but they're kept behind our private veils.
Slugs leave trails in the minds of the deceived.
Life is deception.
A declaration.
Maybe true  love exists but only once.
We were created from a tapestry of ancient stitches tightly sworn.
We are held upright.
We are searching through the tunnels of our gorgeous minds.

I wonder, if we search whatever can be found.
And now I eat.
(c) Livvi

Scenes from a marriage.
A bright purple carriage.
The scarlet of love.
It's wearing a ring.
It's shiny and sparkly.
Remarkably yours.
Well that was the engagement.
Announcement of intention.
Wedding band of old cold gold.
Slid on your finger.
Attention to linger.
Until the milk turned sour.

You were going down on someone else.
Cheers my darling.
Here and now.
Bless you sir.
She drank to your health.

Deep scratches dragged across your face.
Etched deep.
Scarred.
Man, you were a total disgrace.
She intended to stay.
Until the end of time.
She guesses.
Maybe, you drove her out of her mind.
Recovered.
Got out the solder.
She's bolder now.
She's now skilled, at being chilled.
You drowned in your own ***** mess.
Long may you wallow.
You sallow beast.
Long may you swallow.
(C)Livvi

I'm spreading my smile.
The antisocial one that hides.
I'm revealing my big teeth.
The teeth of the chipmunk.
I gnaw away at free expression.
My teeth a little twisted.
Somewhat like my words.
The real lady lurks, somewhere underneath.
I am soft and gently.
Kind and tender.
Like sweet meat.
Rather wordy.
The imagination cultivates.
The mind of this cute birdie .
I love poetry.
Dark or light.
Words always so mighty.
When tripping from the sprightly pen.
(c) Livvi

Walking through fields in the pouring rain.
Wet feet in the main.
Auburn hair falling around her personal suburban skyline.
It's dripping down her neck.
Deep down inside the nape.
The express of  tears passed by on the right side.
She steps over the tracks.
In tears she bows, in respect of her misspent youth.
Lots of mistakes made.
An eraser passed by, with a grin on its face.
It spoke to the wind and the rain.
The words spilled out forgiven.
"My lady we all made mistakes".
All errors, night terrors.
Won't let her sleep.
The pillow in saturation of those tears that she wept.
The lady of the willow .
She cried.
(C) Livvi

Ebola, a portable killing machine.
No guns or knives.
Don't touch or kiss the devilish *****.
The dog that doesn't bite.
It's not rabid but it kills.
A dark hole brimming with fear.
Traversing through dangerous skies.
Worldwide transgression against all folk.
No joke.

For souls already caught.
I pray you rest in peace.
Under Deathly cape.
Cloak and dagger secrets.
Turning brothers against brothers.
Sisters against man.
The only place of residence chasing this disease.
Mercy be shown by research.
Stand up.
Take care.
Time to find a cure.
Thought zombies only lived in cheap time movies.
Or in the land of voodoo.
Ebola, bringer of the living dead.
(C) LIVVI

STARTING OUT
Time is of the essence.
Egg timer sand broke free.
Feeling muddled up.
A bloodshot mix of me.
Like a storm cloud in bright sunshine.
A sandstorm in a hurricane.
A gift tag on the side.
It's labelled lots of love to me.
Missing the moments with everyone once there.
Feeling so broken.
Laid totally bare.
Fresh beginnings and frosty rose hips.
Mondays coming,bring it on .
A serenade of trumpets.
With flares and fireworks.
Accompanied by a xylophone.
Noisily.
Justly celebrating jitters.
Jeepers creepers.
My bricks aren't made of clay.
They're actually filled with dynamite.
Hold tight.
Tomorrow morning's coming.
Let's go.
Break on through,
I introduce the ride of my life.
(C) Livvi

Jumped from his trusty steed, was desiring sweetness' touch.
Silently, he creeps through undergrowth so soft.
Sparkling damp with dew drops, remnants of warm summer shower.
Tales before, had spoke of precious women.
Woman pure who came to bathe in the stream.
Silent he came.
He had to be quiet,
No desire he had to scare them beauties away.

In this tranquil spot, he heard the laughs of woman.
Splashing  dressed only in their naked form.
My how they played.
He watched in silent silhouette, he desired so he not be seen.
The sight of their young adult form , was glory as was perfect poetry before very his eyes,
Purity personified, each and every one.

His body ached ferociously.
Oh for just for one sweet touch.
One such beauty caught his eye.
Eye locked on maiden fair.
Pretty face with flaxen hair.
Hair descended in wavy rivers down her back,'twas shining in the sun.
Shining to his hearts appeal,

His heart was set, his match he'd met.
One knight minus suit of armour,

His only goal to charm her.
Discreet and pure.
Away from stream did lure her kindly.
He did summon her.
By means a little bit absurd made strange cry of a weird bird.
One she'd never heard before.

Each sweet moment, he wanted her more.
He made her jump, near out of her skin.
In the glint of her eye,his maiden now spied,
Her ushered her over.
Cute maiden.
So fair.
By now was feeling truly aroused.
Eyes of fire.
His passion alive.

The knight took his lady.
Placed his cloak upon the grass .
A garland of roses, placed under her head.
She laid calm.
Serene.
Tranquil,

He leaned over her body and kissed her.
His kiss she full returned.
How she yearned.
Gentle caresses.
Relieving his stresses.
while her tresses.
He duly caresses in return!
No distress.
Together in near silence,

They stroked only making contact by eye.
Passion enhances their chances.
As beautiful love bans they make.
Kisses taste of honey shared.
While from the ****** womb surreal.
Supreme.
Sweet scent a woman exudes.
Elusive before newness birthed.
Here enters loves precious joy.
Between ****** young woman and grown up young boy.
A kiss before leaving hard full on her lips,
Hand in hand.
They to go.

An announcement to the ruler of the realm.
Their full intention,
Nothing else to mention.
It was not just ***.
But new love truly.
Another luscious fairy tale.
Another dream come true.
(c)Livvi

There comes a time in all folks life,
when special love becomes bespeak.
Futurity takes over.
To live alone to live to die alone.
What future do we have and why?
Furnish..me,
A trusted cabinet.
An old oak dresser.
A rocking chair,
made out of rattan.
Tatty around the edges.
Sat under the window.
Where the sunlight shone through.
The blinds were half open.
A strange shade of puce.
It's cold and reliable.
That tatty old chair.
A body and soul, both sat in there.
Stranded in time.
A comfortable cushion.
Sat perching.
Silently sitting.
Call the mortician.
(C) Livvi

A lived in land.
Where things are changed and rearranged.
Where the papers portents for tomorrows news.
In account of them,the magnificent commoners and all that they choose.

This lived in land.
An experience of worlds and making merriment
Full of memory triggers, where everyone sniggers,
discussing the times that are gone.

Existed in the land of experience a mirror.
It's broken now.
A million broken shards of heart.
They're shattered all around the flowers.

So how does your garden grow?
Perfection?
Not mine.
A recollection of flowers.
Battling springtime showers.
You hope they won't be washed away.
The memories,
The transgressions,
The diversionary tactics, from the path you once trod.
The one from which you stumbled blinded.
You stupid sod.
Piles of sods as the mound grew.
Blinded by the hair in your eye.
The winds somehow chewing your cheeks.
The self you acquired, caught hold of today.
(C) Livvi

A heart that's beating faster,
Much faster than it should.
Dawn is moving faster, she's running through the wild wood.
She crashed into the poplar,
made it tremble terribly.
Lost between the night wish and the new day being born.
She went out with yore days touch.
Fell back to earth with such a shooting shove.
Welcome to a new day.
The lady bears such love.
Seek the gold and silvery stars.
They're hiding there within.
(C) Livvi

PRETTY ART
A pretty beast, a flaming heart.
Fires ignition, all for art.
Strands of ribbons.
Tangled up intrinsically.
In elastic,
Beauty bound.
From depths within the psychic hold.
Cold as snow drops.
They're kissing the rain.
Warm as ribbons, a little frayed.
Summer for winter winds,
Come along pray let us trade.
Beat winters marching.
His tyrant, his tirade.
Sharp and ****.
Poetic art.
Barter with him for lost summers bliss.
(C) Livvi

Morning skies cried time for coffee as she struggled from the bed.
Threads of gossamer still intact.
Being awake is but an act.

Good morning worldwide  friends.
Not sure of the morning time, that's hanging there.
Just hello and yes I care.
Livvi

English town,
train flashes by,
passing station.
Flying high.
The morning's cry came flying out.
The lightning blew all eyes awake.
A thunder clap thrown straight from hell.
The devil released his almighty force.
Beating the pavement with awesome power.
Hell for leather.
Leather from hell.
That noise got under the locals skin.
All got awoken.
That demon did win.
He won fair and square.
All very well.
(c) Livvi

A purple carpet.
Sharp.
Spiky.
Cold shrugged off.
It's used to it.
The girls name's laid upon the grass.
That girl so lucky,  
Feels the gypsy's pinch.
The lady peeks up the Scotsman's kilt,  to see just what he's hiding.
(c) Livvi

There is a strange magic.
It circles the head.
Entrances the user before falling to bed.
A grimoir of magic, which feeds a black ***.
Perfection in a cauldron.
It's full of hubble bubble.
Feeds the *** with a potion.
Learned potions.
Touch it,
It sparks.
It's alive.
*** has a marvellous aura.
Satanic or fairy white.
A *** full of magic.
Hell it's hot.
(c) Livvi

Adored from a distance.
Sent only by the snail mail.
Written on pink scented paper.
Edges painted gold.
Being an aged teenager.
With S.W.A.L.K writ upon the back.
Maybe T.O.Y perhaps.
A kiss, a sealer of friendship and bonds.
Fresh green fronds of lucid ferns.
Love letters,
Love kisses.
Can never get enough of them, kisses that is.
Got any spare.
Let's share.
(c) Livvi

Breaking apart at the ****** of a knife.
The knife strikes, it crumbles.
Freedom being chipped away at snail's pace.
Weeks of abscence have weakened the reserve of the fervent heart.
Slower,slower, still slower.
Thinking became insipid today.
Wishy- washy daydreams,
Now a bat, in the caves of twilight.
Hiding.
Waiting to emerge from boredom's darkness.
Into the days of emeralds and opals.
Gilded edges,golden sky.
Nouveau riche November.
(c) Livvi

He tried so hard to persuade her, he so wanted to invade her space.
Promised her joy,  he said it was waiting at the end of his wriggly finger.
So, said the gent who wanted to linger.
He wanted to stay at the end of their date.
Maybe he wanted to mate.
Can't think why, as spoken by the poets  most sarcastic pen.
Her sense of humour.
Always intact,
Always cool.
This perfect chick was nobody's fool.
She recalled in ample time.
The things her mother said to her.
Very well instilled, they were.
A timely reminder.
"Chicks pull worms", she said to me.
I guess they always will.
And you most certainly were one.
A worm that was.
She turned to him with a pure wry smile.
His right cheek recipient of such a mighty slap
Why the hell are you being so cheesy,
You got me wrong.
I sure ain't easy.
The man  wanting mischief,  was ushered out of the door.
Tail firmly between his legs, nowhere else, that's for sure.
Feeling just a little sore.
This cat's not playing anymore.
(C) Livvi

He speaks to me.
Turns me into ice cream.
Covered in raspberry sauce.
Or maybe strawberry jam.
Get a little sticky sometimes.
I try to continue the chat.
Him, himself a pupae.
Dark secrets stuck inside.
I defy his heart,
Pray not to break.
Pressure brewing  inside his eyes.
I detect a smile.
It's rare.
It hides.
He dare not spill it.
Spill nothing to she who's there.
Two weeks out of a lifetime.
And the book falls open gradually.
The story's not the same.
Him my elixir.
I ask him step forth to leave those night shadows.
(c) Livvi

The world wide web sailed my ceiling.
Transmission overload.
Hit the kitchen with a broom.
The witch of the land of kitchen,that's me.
Destroyed their lovely habitat.
Witch woman on a magical cleaning spree, ripped down their gaff,
Setting them free.
The witchy lady, the one who looks a lot like me
Will have a wailing daughter who isn't pleased with me.
Mum, why did you set those leggy monsters free?
(c) Livvi

Midnight laced the sky's blue moon.
The lights in the castle shone out loud.
The lady of the house be gone.
Wrapped in cloak of night sky blue.
The verdant field met late night's lights.
With nearly morning breeze.

Then there came the turbulence.
A hurricane.
Over the drawbridge.
feeling the force.
Weather beaten and worn.
The oak door screams back.
It's fighting against its hinges.
She's led into the parlour.
Taken by the hand of her faithful lord.
The lonely lord of live alone.
A silent servant sleeps downstairs,
Privately hidden in the cellar under the house.

A tray of nuts and garlic butter mushroom nibbles presented.
Delivered with a scrumptious glass of warming scarlet wine.
Any port in a storm.
He had collected them that morn,just before the break of dawn.
Oh that the darkest time of day.
The mushrooms he'd collected.
Were very very wrong.
The housemaid entered the drawing room.
Quiet as a house mouse.
She couldn't wake them up.
Didn't dare.
They were sleeping silently, within death's cold embrace.
She paid but no attention, as she stoked the angry fireplace.
(c) Livvi

Bundles of circles, strung up in a ball.
In the fireplace close to the hall.
Ethnic and beautiful.
Really groovy.
A fear of grouped together circles and holes.
Distress in a ball by design.
Take that ball of trypophobia.
Throw it back me.
(c)Livvi

The riot of 14 years.
Years of broken tears.
They're rolling by.
Carrying no moss.
Screeches can you hear me.
Wants you not to  listen obviously.
She's growing.
Child to woman.
Security, must guard, at a distance.
Let the adult baby breathe.
Be there.
Be close.

The hormones flew.
A wild child
Beautiful.
A treasure.
Her heart was blue.
She was cold.
Exuberance of petty youth.
Her only fire was innocent ice.
(c) Livvi

Prudence tumbled out of bed, straight into a dream.
The grass, so tall it was brushing her ears.
Verdant dancing through the scene.
Imagine it.
Her hay fever troubled her, 'twas mighty obscene.
A king sized snake went slithering by.
She  saw him.
Frightened stiff.
Was petrified.
She closed her eyes.
Dive bombed by a bumblebee.
Panic set in before her peepers.
Just on a pollen hunt.
Jeepers' creepers.
Sat down between the massive blades.
Heads in hands.
Really scared.
Panic burned.
Snatched her breath.
Tears of panic gushed down her cheeks.
Heard a noise.
A mighty roar.
Her daughter beating on the door.
"Mummy mummy,
you alright?"
Heard you crying  overnight.
Door clicked open,
Still her nose dripped.
And her eyes, still itched like hell.
(C) Livvi

The smell of his aftershave hangs in the air.
His image  etched upon the wall.
Vocal  whispers on the wind.
His breath on my cheek as I'm trying to sleep.
His touch on my ear,tells me he's still here.
He's playing on my hair again.
Thoughts of you expunged as egg shells broken 'pon the floor .
The stench of your aftershave,
Now my natural emetic.
Oh to rest.
(C) Livvi

Walking up the bloodstream hills.
Where silent warriors fell.
The land of noise and gun shot.

And so the holy fell.
As they fell into the asylum.
Rocking in chairs without rockers.

Enter stage left, the therapist,
the one with the listening ears.
He looks straight through those tears as whimsically they fall,
Drooling from your smile.
Trying so determinedly.
To try and raise a grin.
Matters not how hard he tries
You know he'll never win.
His smile mere mania.
Nothing whimsical dwells there within.
Pass him the gin bottle.
This mother's ruined,
(C) Livvi

I am cold as iced china.
I am hard as nails attached to a tiger.
I am flowing, like the mane of a dark bay horse.
I am a symphony.
I am an orchestra playing on my own.
I am a river, because I love the sea.
I am drawn into a portrait, enigmatic as the Mona Lisa
I am a play,maybe on words.
I am a well spun pun.
I am the queen of eccentricity.
Well, what do you think I am?
(C) LIVVI

LOOK
Her skin dripped with satin sheen.
Her movements fluid and serene.
Her hands reached out to touch yours
You are obverse.
She smiles at you.
You smile back.
She is warm, when you are cold.
The seasons change.
Still a heart full of sun.
You and her.
Observers of words.
(C) Livvi

Precious as ivory, that's what you are.
Illegal to possess you.
You hold tight.
You fight.
A connection very rare.
A guarded soul.
Jaded sculpture.
It is not the end of the world.
You know.
Well you'd like to think.
Promises once made, now broke.
Plasticene promises.
Built from innocence.
It's only your towers that are ivory.
(C) Livvi

Seeing a vessel.
A catcher of fishes.
Espies another catcher of fishes.
These little fellows are destined for dishes.
Crew watching the crying ones.

The gulls as they rise.
Screaming wildly, they're on fire with excitement.
Gulls watch the Herrings, as they're breaching the foam.
Flapping and flipping, they're struggling to breathe.
The trawler man in the South westerly squall.
Struggling to cling to the slippery deck.
Tries hard not to fall.
He's used to it.
Another dollar.
Another day.
Only way to scoop his pay.
He's landing his fish.
Amid the squawking and bombing.
Keen and mean.

Tatty old trawler, chugs into the safe haven of harbour.
Today's catch thrown onto the dockside.
A different gull swoops.
A sly diving skydiver,
He's diving for dinner.
Never a loser.
Always a winner.
(C) Livvi

A stunning morning.
Sunshine decking the glory filled lawn.
Night's swept away on the brush of a fox.

Lamenting my flowers.
They have passed.
A natural tragedy.
They have withered and died.
Disappeared, in what seemed like the blink of an eye.
They shall be retained.
Deep in the brain.
The brain of the lady.
Work is bereft.

Final recollection, that all things must pass.
Their beauty shall not be ashes,but scrunched up dry dust.
I shall find a spot in the garden.
Where I shall lay memories of my friends to rest.
And hence I explain my flowers away.
So precious were these flowers.
Burnings' so final you know.
Once they were beauteous.
Once so was I.
A bouquet of beauty.
Sadly they've died.
True beauty lives in the beholders eye.
(c) Livvi

It wasn't that the light was left on over night.
It usually is.
The sun swept into the bedroom.
It was an electrical feeling.
Awoken by an eagle of light.
Now as darkness falls, it's dragged down,.
Carried by a raven of night.
A black cat's endeavour.
To chase it away .
The raven absorbed the cat.
Streetlights flickered.
Low in wattage,
Retain the cat's eyes.
And still they're trapped.
Last time a glimpse.
In the midst of tonight.
By tomorrow,
Last night's cat will be alright.
(C) Livvi

I am an addict.
An addict I am.
It's not going to damage my health.
In fact it's going to help.
It twiddles with my mind.
I go to bed, lay in the fetal position on my right hand side.
I have a compelling addiction to writing words.
In singular syllables.
Words and paragraphs.
I'm kissing punctuation some what poorly
Words are life and life is words
(c) Livvi

The chrysalis unfurls.
A bundle of rolled up rags that wriggles at times,
The photographs speak volumes and photos never lie.
He is a miniature parcel of ****** expressions, breaking free.
Not walking, but moving.
My amazing grandson,
soon to find his wings and fly.
Six months old today.
(c)Livvi

The yews stood tall and strong,
silhoutted against the evening sky vague in sight.
Young mother.
So young,
escorted a sweet fair haired child past the stones.
All standing upright in solemn parade.
The child is elsewhere, lost in her mind,
She's running around.
The recently occupied tomb, it's newly filled with fresh earth.
The child squealed out.
Voice shrill with excitement.
Mum, mum, quick come see.
Grass rich with evening dampness,
held secret locked within.
A carpet bag found.
Rich in it's vibrant tapestry,
So rich,
So scarlet,
So rare,
Held secrets of it's own,
It wanted to share.
Left behind.
No-one to care.
Wonder who had left it there.
Sweet child grabbed the bag.
Thought she'd look and see.
What was lurking deep inside?
slowly clasp unclamped.
Little fingers,
prying eyes.
Encased within a soul laid bare.
Standing tall a soldier boy,
so very young still looking sweet.
In attendance of his lady dear.
Attired in morning suit and white,
so very young,
so very bright.
They loved each other.
Heart and soul,
now interred in this dark hole.
Body cold.
Brain deceased,
was in love.
Now at peace!
His widow wife kissed him goodbye,
a dressing of red roses chucked on to his casket,
Just the day before, she loved him.
Now more than e'er before.
That was the secret of the gentleman from" Grave Situation's", bag!
A realm of photographic memories, so dear to him.
Nobody knew he  that watched his final goodbye.
No-one knows how the bag was left there,
Just an unexplained mystery.
Bless you my sweet friend.
Goodbye
(C) Livvi

Age is impending.
The hobbit hole is gloomy.
The pittance in the pocket is not enough for tea.
The bus is curling down the street,
a slow worm on wheels.
So this is how it feels.
Out of work.
Out of pay.
Another day the pockets, they will be lined with wealth.
The daily pleasantries of helping fellows back to health.
A heart, a soul as thus united.
A world of work for the excited.
(c) Livvi

Stuck inside my brain like a sliver of .
pink blotting paper.
I feel you soaking up my negativity.
You listen to my fears.
Like a vampire tasting blood for the first time.
You enjoy relieving my jaundiced feelings.
I'm first in the procession.
You built my progression.
Like a queen in ascension.
My throne is my word,
My words are my love.
you listen and swallow my wonder.
I respect you and you respect me.
Thank you for sharing with me your truths.
I trust you.
(c) Livvi

She shined at me,
through ample crowded skies.
She threw me a platinum smile.
She exuded a heart that shone like a stone,
a brilliant quartz crystal,
A purplish glow.
She seemed so wholly fully to pop.
A plane passed  her by with lights flying like a wild crazy kaleidoscope top.
A sparkling disco ball.
What an equation to be hold,
tonight,
my moon's not solid gold.
My eyes were transfixed on her so shining glow,
With her all seeing eyes,
how much does she know?
What's to become of civilization?
As her beautiful eyes,
May bear witness to such desecration.
I love her,
The lady Diana,
Entrancing.
Beautiful.
The queen of the skies.
My dear lady moon,
Oh to see through your eyes.
(c) Livvi

The man in galoshes with the world on his back,
strolls along the broken track.
Weather beaten,
Fighting the rain.
It's lashing him.
He's tied to the kerb.
Anchored only by the weighty boots on his feet.

He's out there fair weather or foul.
Desperate to keep his public happy,
With a timely siren,
the arrival of an infants birth.
He is the performer up the garden path.
At least the rain's outside again.
So is he poor sod.
The postman, nearly demi-god,
or nearly dead.
He's tramping through the rain and the snow.
He had to let you know,
you know.
The latest news and hot reviews,
a little bit of useless information.
There's nothing better than a letter,
unless it's from the revenue.

Our fair weather friend he has so many uses.
A warrior, he fights wild dogs.
He's churning up the grass,
his only means of escape.
He's wearing an orange hat,
it's curled up at the edges.
He uses it to fight the rain.
The orange hat so luminous,
he's looking rather fruity.
He's forlorn and in pieces,
because he's getting washed away,
He has one every morning in his place,
each and every day.
Stacks and stacks of bits of paper,
Life and death wrapped up in his sack.
(C) Livvi

Autumn morning
Cant open those eyes
The crying sky strikes again
Almost icy blast.
The cobwebs are sticking the eyes of the world together ,on this bitter day
Soon a bed eviction will occur,
Into Monday's dereliction.
Soon will be rebuilt when the shower inside disturbs the near sleeping mind.
It's sure to be another good morning.
(C) Livvi

Oops, I woke up dead,
Reflected on what I'd done.
Picked up my pen,
began to write.

I had four children you know,
I was a selfish *****.
I spent no time on loving them
I really didn't  care.
Always put myself first.
Hell, I always do.
I'm such a witch.
Did *** and drugs and rock'n'roll,
Far too much to mention.

Then I met him,
A crazy kind of love,
but true love nonetheless,
The first time ever,
A feather in my cap for me.
Wasn't a notch in his bed post,
He swore he loved me too.
I know he did,
Never will he admit his love to any soul bar mine.
But he loved his whisky better.
He's still my friend.

Praise be.
After spilling poison buckets, filled with animosity.
Apologies given in metaphoric kisses,
well they made amends.
After the nonsense, still friends
Friends will do.
It'll have to.

He wrote reams of poetry,
Rather more than me.
I wrote books, because I love it.
You know I really do.
And then the sky fell in,
I'd  missed the most important thing.
And now here I lay,
Cold as stone,
Thinking what have I done.
I have given birth to many,
but, only thought of one.
At this point I say sorry,
Wipe away an icy tear.
Smile slightly breaking through.
I miss you all my dears.
(c) Livvi

Watch those blue shoes, being carried on the tide,
They're rolling from the water's edge,
propelled by sunlight,
lost in pain.
Once stepped over stones,
with you,
once weighed down.

See the lose broken twigs,
cruising with the tide beside them.
The shoes remember you intrinsically,
For all eternity,
Never will you be forgot,
Floating shoes,
have been released,
nearly free.
They're missing your lost kisses,
Riding ever onward,
Flowing toward home.
Being soothed and washed,
Cleansed and washed away.

They're dancing as seahorses do,
as they roam,
towards relief,
being bathed in marinated foam.
(C) Livvi

I'm going tripping you know,
Staggering into the bedroom of terror,
Hell on Earth,
I can't feel the floor,
Tumbled over the footwear,
that's left over there.

Fell over those clothes,
strewn under my nose.
Her smelly old slippers, resembling kippers,
Chucked on the floor just inside the door.
I know I shouldn't oughta,
Share my bedroom with my daughter.
We're both messy.
Piles of shoes,
just yesterdays news.
I nag,
she does too,
all over a collection of shoes and clothing,
Being tidy's not my thing!
(C) Livvi

Can you hear it?
Crashing through the undergrowth,
Hear those autumn shrubs crunch.
Can you smell it?
Like a damp dog after rainfall,
Can you see it,
Maybe you can,
Maybe you can't,
Through the Venetian blinds,
a tiny gap.
The crack of fiddling with the blinds disturbs you,
Your are blinded by fear,
you don't want to see it,
the catatonic creature,
Hunched and gnarled.
You're sat on the knife edge of fear,
So scared.
Tap,tap, the door knocks,
More scared than before,
It's a frightened sort of a knock,
Somehow,
you're worried about the being,
the knocker who's frightened,
the one stuck outside in the lair of the beast.
You are kind,
you hope to God he doesn't notice you.
Your open the door as quietly as you can.
"Trick or treat" scream the callers,
bags full of candy,
Jack'o'Lanterns in hand.
Anybody seen Johnny?
(C) Livvi

MISSING YOU
Your slender body,
how I hanker for you.
I'm drawn by the power you exude,
My panic is blind,
I don't know where you are.
I searched from room to room,
In every dark corner,
I haven't seen you for ages,
Totally fed up.
Searched high and low,
getting rather stressed,
Losing my first chocolate bar,
The only one I've seen for weeks!
Found it now,
Stress relief.
Hell, how I love chocolate.
(C) Livvi