In my brain there lives a pen,
in the ink flowing through the pen lives a poem,
In my brain lives a lively pen,
and it's dying to write again.
(C) Livvi

A shady copse,
Hiding under trees that fell.
The hair of the beauty that tumbled out beneath the wedding day hat.
Clumps of severe alopecia,
The bride looked like a father, a holy one, not a pretty mother.
Four months before that wedding day, her boy child born a precious date.
The date was set,
The bathroom covered in stragglers,
Strands of missing falling hair.
The sink was blocked,
The door was locked.
She sat and sobbed,
blubbing as a child would.
The special day came and then it left for a few months no hair,
The lady was bereft.
Her sorrow was very short lived,
Well fairly anyway,
A few short months,
Her hair renewed so full and fast,
As thick as fields of summer hay.
Crowning glory was restored,
The sorry bride she cried no more.
(c) Livvi

HER

She was beautiful,
a figurine.
Intricate and elegant.
A piece of hand written music,
play her on a harp,
maybe a harpsichord.
She is a perfect poem .
written by a perfect gentleman,
to the lady of his dreams.
She is the silver,
in the poor man's purse.
The honey to the bee,
The mead to lace the drinker's jar.
She is a perfect kiss to share,
as the sky plays a part in getting dark.
She is a crystal that carries a spark.
She opens the eyes of the man who is wise.
She is the lady who carried the chalice,
Unto the crusade,
in which many men died.
She is the one,
who made many men cry.
She is the one,
the only one,
the one great man,
he made her cry.
And to this day she's still crying inside.
(c) Livvi

Once upon a dream.
There was a brightly shining star,
Hanging in the heavens.
Above Adelphi's garden.
In the garden was a tree.
Upon which hung a golden ring.
Caught the eye of scavenger.
A bird who snatched the ring away.
Dropped it in her nest.

Those baby birds they wriggled.
The nest fell to the floor.
Ring of gold and diamonds,
It landed on the deck.

There came a thief in disbelief.
Could not believe his luck.
Picked brilliant gem up,
Wandered to the pawn shop.
What did he spy with his little eye.

It was really a **** shop.
He gave the ring to ****** sweet.
Just for a bit of fun.
She sold it to a friend
So she could buy another fix.
The fix she got was pure.
Her ****** her lure.
Got her trapped.
Stuck in the mix.
Death,
It stopped her turning tricks.

The dealer discarded the ring from his pocket.
Maybe feeling guilty.
Came back the magpie bird.
The bird of vengeful scavenging.
Picked trinket up in her beak.
Took back to her tree.
There you found it.
Stole it back.
That brilliant gold was really black!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

LOVE

Once,
You Held my heart in your
hands,
You held my hand in yours,
You cupped my being within your mind.
You moulded me as putty,
I was your victim,.
Once,
I bowed,
at your command.
The sands of time,
flowed through your fingers,
As time you change and fold,
apparently,
Just Like fresh bed linen, crisp and cool.
Time flows, fragrant.
Almost, as if an egg timer took control,
Still those sands they trickle,
to the beat of love's, own metronome.
Once,
You were a dream, a beautiful one.
(C) Livvi

Crumpled piece of paper,
rolled down the sidewalk,
'neath the potted trees that cried.
The lights flashed atmospherically.
While the crazy crowd looked on.
She drowned within their phony tears,
The tears cried human nature,
just to be involved.

Rolled up like a cigarette,
Feeling very mellow,
Popped into the unmarked car.
How bizarre.
Went so fast,
Went so far.

A private reservation.
Dashed through red lights.
and near dead lights.
Down the boulevard of hell,
Woke in a chilled out room,
Not feeling very well.
Door shut tight,
Something doesn't feel right
The icy fridge engrossed her head.
She never realised she was dead!
(C) Livvi

Ouch she squealed,
an internal groan,
The sliver of glass knicked her finger,
Near down to the bone.
She patched it up with tissue,
to try to stop that bleed,
At that very moment,
she remembered the sailor man,
the one that she just freed.
Took a closer peep
carefully, remembering the glass, this time.
She actually thought, she saw him weep.

She thought she'd take a closer look,
His expression had changed,
He was no longer looking deranged.
As from the broken ship he'd fled,
The bottle was shattered but he wasn't dead.

The old sea dog,
in the gaberdeen mac,
Peeped in the doorway,
yes,
he came back.
Said he to the assistant ,
where is my ship?
The girl she explained with an expression that pained,
I'm so sorry Sir,
It met a grisly end.

"Once ,It was my ship said he,
When the bottle got broke,
I was set free.
I bet you never realised,
the bottled sailor boy was me."
(C) Livvi

Scratch,
Screech,
The sound of the knife as it's scraping,
across the plate.
The diner on the other side of the room.
He's not in control of his knife, fork and spoon.

Outside the bar,
In the smoking area,
on the side of the plates left sitting there,
the butts of the smoker,
the drinkers don't care,
,stepped out of the bar cause they're needing a smoke,
no joke,
discard their tag butts anywhere,
Do you know what they really don't care!

Jingle jangle,
Beep beep ring,
you're eating your meal,
someones phone rings,
never quiet and discreet.
If you really wanna chat,
get together to meet and greet.
Let everyone sit down and eat!
(C) Livvi

The serious father hovers in,
acting like a vulture does,
He's out to pick the flesh, from his baby girls success,
He hangs around,
with eagle eyes,
flitting around,
watching as the other acts pass,
A little like a humming bird,
His daughter is his nectar,
but, he is not the singer.
He ***** his arms as swan's wings,
while trumpeting his daughters' praises,
he amazes me,
the way he,
holds the situation,
I wonder,
what does he want to be?
A music promoter,
A daughter devotee,
"For heaven's sake man,
let your baby be free."
It's her life,
For God's sake, my dear,
let her breathe,
you're stifling her great performance,
by a performance of your own.
"Oh daddy".
(C) Livvi

It's not too long until Guy Fawkes night,
A month and a bit, I believe,
Crunching damp upon the grass,
many autumn leaves,
they're laying underfoot.

It's getting a little chilly now,
The children all have mittens on,
Where on earth's that kitten gone?
kittens should really stay inside.

The bonfire almost a mile high.
A nervous mummy hides inside.
Daddy sets fire to the pile of trash,
hoping that by the morning,
should just be a pile of grubby ash.

Potatoes are all wrapped in tin foil,
you see,
who will take them from the fire?
not me.
A gigantic box of fireworks,
pyrotechnics display.
Wahey!
They should all thrill the sky,
supposed to do them one at at time,
David running round like a lunatic,
had one can too many,
and a couple of glasses of cheapish wine.

Tripped over a stone,
fireworks,
all went off with a boom.
A crash,
a whizz,
a crazy zoom.
A sudden flash,

Blew the roof off,
destroyed the living room,
The kitten hid under the couch,
The dog he dashed into the garden,
with his tail between his legs.
David felt a real wally,
cos he was off his trolley.

Very carefully crept into the living room,
to find the tiny ***** cat,
cowering in the gloom.
The remnants of bonfire night,
not much left of the living room.

Of course,
as this is just a funny poem,.
That little kitten,
well, she was safe and well!
(C) Livvi

From the eye in the tomb,
silent safety and sanctity lingers.
The living scarab scuttles,
dashes through the airless atmosphere,
as if playing a role in a mummified movie,
The transformation of the once living body,
became his spirit as in death it lies.
From the goodness of human existence,
to once enriched by death.
Moving from a life in status.
Unto the world of Gods and spirits.
Such union between life and death,
rests only in the spirit world,
within the pyramid's design.
Resting noiselessly in eternity.
After birth came death,
a cyclical circle,
an eternal pattern emerges,
while the cadaver lay,
He's peacefully at rest.
Safety in the ancient tomb,
his safety laying there.
Until the robbers came.
(C) Livvi

Think I have a stalker,
He's persuing me.
Can't break away from him.
An attachment,
He's hanging round my ankles,
Day in and day out.
Sometimes I don't notice him.
He'll never stand in my way.
I'll never fall over him,or for him.
I stroll through shady nooks,
He never utters a word.
Never shows me up.
He knows when to keep a low profile.
Comes out to play with me,
when the sunshine wears her smile.
(c) Livvi

I'm static,
I'm stuck,
I'm riding the deck,
In silence,
I'm eternally seeking port.
I miss the wife and kiddies.
The waves are stilled now.
Although their crests are tipped with white.
There's not a bird or shark in sight.
I can't even smell the sea.

I'm picked up and examined,
Closely inspected,
by the old sea dog,
in the tatty tweed suit,
through his right eye,
using his monocle
He puts me down and creeps away,
moaning at the assistant,
that's much too expensive,
I'll have to leave it for today.

Next thing I see is a manic child,
with his mum,
he's running wild.
Hey nipper leave that alone,
Crash,
Air swamps me,
As the shop assistant with the dustpan and brush,
sweeps me up.
Wraps me in a newspaper page,
throws me in the re-cycle bin,
What will become of me,
one thing's for certain,
now I'm free.
(C) Livvi

IF ONLY

If only this raging war, worldwide,
were all played out on consoles,
where no-one really died.
If only teenage boys and pretty girls,
could synthesize the real world,
just blended into violent games,
upon the station of world play.

If only real warriors, did not have to die.
If only, is all that I can say,
She inhales fast,
stiff upper lip,
taking but another breath,
just to stifle her cry!
(C) Livvi

She is a little spirit,
her head escapes as springtime flowers,
only for her,
she is not dark, as midnight skies,
as she speaks the truth and tells no lies.
Her words are just a hobby,
a,not at workplace occupation.

She is what you see,
when her words you read,
a fantastic imagination.
She wants you to see what she physically doesn't,
but in her brain she does create,
almost a work of art,
She is almost the Mona Lisa,
an enigmatic work of art.
with a pen that's fueled by rocket fuel.
showing empathy and sympathy,
and clear understanding.
She wants you to be able to appreciate her weird words,
the ones she generates
To feel them,
to see them.
to breathe them.,
maybe, even drown in them,
metaphorically of course.

She never was a lunatic,
baying skywards,
at the crescent moon,
She has the sun in her hair,
and care in her eyes,
A soul filled up with passion,
as ink spots,
being ejected from her purple pen.
(C) Livvi

Sat on the beach
Witness to the foam.
Ebbs and flows,
memorial to discarded coats,
and broken shoes.
buckles ripped off,
and the water,
carries them home,
in a sea, of emotion,
wave goodbye,
as they drift.

Wander away,
in the sand,
a bicycle discarded,
think once,
it may have been pink,
a child at play.
touch the bicycle once,
hand moved,
now it's hot,
too hot,
been in the sun too long.

Now maybe it's junk,
not a Chinese cultural vessel.
Move it,
with an old towel.
Lean the bike,
against the promenade rails.
Maybe the owner will come back to recover it.
Or maybe A.N.Other will scavenge it,
the ancient adage speaks,
"one man's meat is another mans' poison"

In the cafe with grey melamine tables,
you drink your white coffee,
slowly from the nasty tasteless cup.

Well, the coffee's done,
They are gone,
the bike remains,
a memorial ,
To the thoughts of the poet's pen,
being washed out to sea.
(C) Livvi

You get drunk every night
We talk mundane words,
about the stormy weather.
Then we crashed and burned.
(C) Livvi

See the sky,
it's burning green,
Recanting the tale of the eyesore,
It's invading the skyline.
A newly created tower of Babel,
where none can speak our mother tongue.
Some won't listen anyway.
The authorities,
those powers that be,
painted my skyline,
with a blaze of green,
and somewhat sickly yellow.

Jeopardized my locality,
Played. a dodgy game of risk.
Community spirit evaporates,
as big fish businesses,
digest all the little fish,
Within in the happy village,
a.k.a metropolis.

It's happening everywhere you see.
Through powdered eyes scratched,
Itchy and dry,
by construction,
big builders,
the pus,
the toxic grip.
The scourge on the skyline,

Stolen my space,
obliterating garden view.
If the choice were mine,
I'd dress the
sky with decadence,
with stars,
not stripes of colour ,
Give the council options,
Give them half a chance,
they'll build upon our forest hills.
(C) Livvi

Not every poet is a Wordsworth,Keats or Plath ,
a Dickinson perhaps,
Poetic creativity,
an impropriety of wild mind,
and sharpened wit.
It's a description of words,
spilled from contorted buckets.

Some words tall,
they are as giraffes,
Marked with blotchy patches.
Others small, as wistful shrews.
That's the curse of open verse.
Words for the moment, captured in ink,
makes them stop and maybe think.
Sharp as a knife blades
often spoken,
dark as night.
Makes her nothing less of a poet.
An influence all of her own.

Some's words are vacant nothingness.
The lady's just a snooty ****,
she strikes a fearsome pen.
She strikes a light as she ignites,
passion in the hearts of men.
(C) LIVVI

Centre of terror


Beehive erupted, mindless mayhem, world of terror,
Thriving community dashed; by hell seeking fireflies.

Honeycomb crumbling into rubble, honey flowed
Scarlet, burning wax melted, acrid foul smell invade
the air, choking back tears.

The tears flowed; quenching emotion, extinguishing
Flames,

Unfinished messages droned into oblivion from this
world to the next, angry in desperate panic; last
Message of love, lone memories, saved in haste.

Anger reared up, fought back; from burning bush
Appeared fiery havoc, waiting to be wreaked.

Desperation cries; yet more souls to satisfy the black
Shroud.

By Olivia Kent
September 2001

Come take me to bed said he
Quietly,
he was full of insecurity.
Didn't know if she'd reject his offer,
of a quiet snuggle and very tight hug.
He'd never been to bed before,
The ****** teddy with the *****.

She never wanted payment,
Just a tender cuddle,
Got her caring motives in such a freakin' muddle.
Thought that ****** *******,
Equated to all true love ways.

Her daughter bought her a teddy bear.
She bought it from her heart.
Wanted her dear mother to give up ****** art.

Before then,
she never had a teddy bear.
All she wanted was someone to care.
So now and forever the friendship and love of her fluffy teddy bear.
(C) LIVVI

He sold his pure soul for a fiver,
maybe, the price of a cuppa tea,
sold it to the man of bonds,
of stocks and shares,
who had no cares,

The customer,
he wanted a *** or a ****,
wasn't sure which,
either would do.
Glimpsed him out the side of his eye,
what he didn't note was that he cried,
He didn't care the callous man,
Gets satisfaction however he can.

Girl child, boy child,
one thing for certain,
he gave not a ****.
He was selfish and cold,
his currency was gold,
pure gold the purity of just past infancy,
crowding in the shopping mall.

The by-passers wanted to intervene,
unable to believe the things that they'd seen.
Day by day,
still the stay,
They should still be free and able to play.

It's life in London, so they say,
Living pain day by day.
Thought that they may find the streets paved with golden kisses,
Home again the other side,
the punter hugs his Missus.
(C) Livvi

Pinnochio and The Queen
Puppet image, sorrowful,
Rouge dusted sparkles bless his cheeks,
Such childlike image, as cheery angel,
Gay, misled by teen fantasy,
Hair coiffured not a whisper out of place,
In faded denim hot pants,
Appears out of place,
Parading as a shop mannequin,
Like a tiny harlequin,
Lust for some emotion,
Advertising wares for sale, in aim of a promotion,
A sad commodity,
Full of ****** satisfaction,
Young men, old men , suited men and booted men,
Seeking cutie prey,
Maybe,Streets paved in gold,
Fools gold in the truth was found,
Impure truth was the only thing he ever bought!
Prince Albert,although not his **** in truth,
Instead pond life **** took on the role, with cruel control,
Lives in land where tragic lies, and sorrow becomes magnified,
The shards of all, is ****** fantasies.
As an immigrant to land of city lights,
I see through windows fogged by city smoke!
Visualising through caring eyes,
What I see appalls me deep within,
Tears my soul to tears!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Vroom vroom,
splutter splutter,
she so struggled,
did the woman with the raven hair,
she forgot to service it.
Once again.
she was in a mega dash,
to sweep the moon,
in magic fash'.

Her potion full up with emotion,
she had just discharged,
blooming clumsy woman,
she spilled it on the deck,
she lost her lust for life.
If you look a little closer,
You may even spy a tear,
Trickling from the eye of the witch queen,
so precious and so dear.

Her alternator was broken,
her spark was flaming gone,
her broomstick battery,
hell,
it was totally flat.
Looked like that was that!

Along came Merlin,
He gave her a jump,
from his magnificent techno machine!
Her newly ignited besom,
lurched forward into life,
She cruised the moon so super,
It was just last Sunday night.
If studied through your telescopes,
Looked very close indeed,
while you stared up at the super moon,
You may just have seen the witch queen,
flying past delightedly.
You may have even seen her smile,
as her exhaust spewed moons and stars,
Thought maybe it's time for a car.
A little less trouble,
Hubble bubble!
(C) Livvi

She is but, a mere woman,
Sacrosanct,
The lady,
She's flying solo,while serenely waiting for tomorrow's breath, to rest softly upon her pinkish brow.
Some say she's sad,
But, salubrious appropriate if only purely mentally.
She'll stay, safe, warm and gentle in the tender arms of precious happy friends, spirits of an opposite persuasion.
(C) Livvi

The skeleton's cry,
it falls from within,
it's sobbing because,
it so misses its skin,
It cries because,
it misses a heart that beats,
in synchronicity,
in perfect time,
with a brain that thinks,
creating rhyme.

It cries of lost emotion as it's laying in it's bed,
it's so cold,
this bag of bones.
It sobs,
It's alone in its bed,
crying out loud,
"Ladies and gentlemen,
I don't want to be dead.
For I have more to accomplish,
much more,
Ladies and gentleman.
Now you heard my last wish!"
(C) Livvi

I am a novel waiting for writing.
I am shiny, as a Christmas bauble,
So sparkly,
I am waiting to be displayed,
I am a dumb mute,
I am waiting to speak,
I am never quiet
I am an appeal waiting to be made,
I am the contents of a treasure chest,
The stifled lid lifts slowly,
so slowly,
Awaiting the coming changes,
self made,
a manipulation of myself,
the stagnant waters,
well,
they are running free now,
aerated and breathing,
Clear and fresh.
As the rickety rackety wheel turns,
I can feel the classic turning over.
Coffee tainted pages in my hapless history,
now it's all about me,me,me!
(C) Livvi

Young British man or woman,
scratch your head and have a think,
How do you feel about walking away,
Whether,
Into the darkness or or into the light,

You want to play jihad?
In a battle none can ever win,
as you leave our shores,
join the killing machine,

The government speaks loud through it's propaganda loaded megaphone,
That you ain't coming back.
Either death will catch you,
or you just ain't getting in again.
Think hard about your distressed mother,
Left at home mourning you,
before you're even dead.
Your mortal father,
sons and lovers,
your children,
their families,
sisters and brothers.
Brothers and sisters up in arms.
If Allah were aware what were going on,
I'm sure he'd speak as God of kindness and of peace.
Lay down your arms,
Let's all let peace have a chance.
Rest assured it's not a game.
Livvi

This morning,
I watched a moth,
a tatty brown moth,
struggling to be free,
it's wings were sodden,
it couldn't fly.
From that,
I drew the equation of struggling to work in a fast food joint.
Struggling to prosper,
to be set free,
to relax.

Poor creature,
It was fighting hard,
beyond redemption.
It was lured into the death trap of light,
as it buzzed into my kitchen overnight.

The moth was drowning,
so were the restaurant workers.
the workers have no breathing space,
they can leave at the end of their shift,
it's not the end of their tired lives.

Both struggling to break free,
Inevitably, the moth will expire,
The staff at the drive- through,
might get second chances,
unlike the moth from the night light,
they continue to dance,
at the end of the day,
as they flit away,
an honest days wages,
bought a few pennies pay,
they can scrawl in their journals,
tales of the days,
not lazy days,
The days, when they worked at the fast food joint.
(C) Livvi

The postman,
he came late today,
Bringing nothing,
but great expectations,

For now,
I'm about take take a bite of life anew,
I trust that life doesn't stick in my teeth,
must believe in myself,
more than e'er before.
I have no desire to choke today,
Shalt not drown in true expression,
I shall write it out in fiery red.
I'll develop,
I'll flourish,
I will grasp at new chances,
potential romances.

I was given a chocolate tablet,
a precious gift from colleague,
a friend,
it was iced with the words, "Good Luck",
I am eating it,
digesting it's blessings.

As one door closes,
another's ajar,
waiting for me,
I walk towards it,
my head held high,
my beak in the air,
smelling the potential for a slice of success.
And I smile,
knowingly,
my sentinels,
my team of human angel kind,
all left behind in Winchester.
Now I walk alone into tomorrow,
skies are blue,
Let life be new.
(C) Livvi

DEVOLUTION

The yes's and no's are brewing a scrap,
Are Scotland and England becoming single?
Or will the two continue to mingle?
There's political bickering,
Arguing speakers,
all putting there point.
So will it be yes or will it be know,
Only a few brief days till we all know!
I can't throw in any opinions,
for, I have not got a clue.
Pray let the wonderful Scots folk,
decide what they're going to do.
I need to investigate the implications,
upon the division of one, maybe two great nations!
(C) Livvi

MOVING ON
From here I stroll into the darkness,
From the land of known knowledge and ready made friends,
I'm walking on air bubbles,
I have friends I never thought I had.
I kiss outpatients goodbye with big hugs.
I take my gifts home in a plastic bag,
all full up with memories.

And now I'm reflect on my colleagues,
sorry guys,
you all fit my jigsaw of reflection and recollection.
I have no favourites in my team.
We all work in unison.
I have Mandy and Karen who don't want me to go,
but you know, I have to move along,
I have Rose and Terri who steer the team,
now that our dear Sister Diann left,
Allison left and came right back,
she must have known on which side her bread was buttered,
Aga, my friend is going,
will be bouncing back in a nurses dress,
Tracey, was the first colleague,
I saw when I was interviewed,
the first person who said "hello", you see I remembered.
Erline and Gill are both angels,
Maggie's much the same,
George and Charlotte,
I met you the first day that you came to stay,
two doctors in the making...good luck to both of you.
Mark is off to train,
off to find a new career, a proper little life saver,
he'll be great at that,
most definitely he will!
I am graced with knowing Lauren Dean,
she wants to be a midwife,
I know that she'll succeed.
Louise, well she is learning loads,
I was so delighted to find Julie S, had come to join our team,
I was touched by your cute little special gift..
and also the gift from the eye lady who made me cry.
Dr J, thank you for my flowers,
you made my day, thank you
We have a collection of newbies come to play,
don't know them that well but, I hope they stay.
Min and George, I appreciate you buying my silly books.
Kirsten and Kayla, I'll miss you both.
I'll miss you all as much as I can,
the receptionists and medical records,
especially Adam (LOL, winks at Kayla),
you all play a crucial part.
If I forgot to mention you,
Then I'm sorry,
you're all great,
all part of a memory well spent.
I'm getting tired.....
several patients asked me if I was retiring tomorrow,
Good God,
do I really look that old.
Been a long day.

Thank you all for your good wishes and gifts,
It's going to be another river to ride on,
I'm sure that I can swim.
Time for me to love and learn.
(C) Olivia Kent

ORIGINAL

Child,
I can pick up a pencil,
I can guide your hand to form shapes of letters,
Of italic form, tall slanting and delicate.
I can even show you how to create block letters in three d,
shading edges,hinting shots of black and white,
I'm quite creative you see,
I am an original,
I have my own style.
Can be no other like me,
Never can be.
I can explain  meanings of words and alternative pens,
I can craft a garden of words,
descriptions of colours and visible smells,
I can provide vivid and dashing,
darkness and light,
Love and laughter, for ever after,
I can cultivate passion and fashion,
just using my pen,
But,  my child,
I can't teach you to write poetry,
I can help you feel ideas,
If only you wanted me too!
(C) Livvi

Try not to cry sweet child,
let me wipe those tears away,
dab them from your frightened eyes,
I saw him grab you,
throw you round,
I saw him,
I watched him,
I saw him leave you,
abandoned on the ground,
and I was powerless,
like a flat battery,
as he spilled his can,
while trying to find his drunken mouth
and I felt it in my heart,
in the depths my soul.
Sweet child,
I saw you as you fell,

There were no pleasantries shared,
You left in a flash,
I know not where you came from,
and I know not where you went,
Never even got a name.
It was such a scary dream,
I woke up in a dreadful sweat.

As I remembered how it felt.
When Mother's partner,
Had hammered her with a thousand strikes
And then,
after making mama sore,
he left,
barricaded the exit door,
he left,
after which a million sorry's were always exchanged.
They always were,
the cycle continued,
in a self-fulfilling prophecy,
(C) Livvi

It's glorious this evening,
the sun it's descending slowly.
The trees are adorned with autumnal jewels,
with just a hint of almost emerald green.

I hear an eerie hover dangling in the sky,
the hover that of a distant plane,
leaving just,a silver glint,
a vapour hint, of snail trail,
dashing the sky for a moment or two.

When the rain and the wind,
came roaring in once more,
I believed that summer left,
I thought the sun was utterly beat.
It's sweet today,
the sun glowed,
It was warm,
Still it's nearly September,
What more can I expect?
The brambles bear the blackberries,
Fancy crumble anyone?
lovely hot custard to boot.
(C) Livvi

Those swallows came early this year,
As the countryside went marching by,
and the raindrops fell as tears.
The verdant green redundant,
for hues of dusty beige,
The heavens however,
emptied regularly,
but only for a second glance,
when the lady who held sole control of the skies,
Excited heat,
and buzzing flies,
An evaporation of sodden deposits,
The fields became but dried out dust.
But,
the beach was swell,
as was the tide,
where bikini clad ladies,
glowed sweet perspiration,
and saline dew drops,
fell from the kiss of the waves,
Now they're saying goodbye,
to the summer that was,
because the rain came,
They're waving cheerio,
on a wing and a prayer,
to the swallows,
who came early,
this summer,I swear!
(C) Livvi

I sleep in a room with a glass ceiling.
I am a woman with simple ambition.
I love to watch the stars collide,
As they're flying through the heavens.
Faster than a bullet,leaving pepper spray behind.
I truly love to see the rain,
time and time again,
Tumbling as bouncing acrobats and swirling ballerinas.
I love thunder and lightning.
Especially.
If they ****** precious moments of sleep,
I loathe missing thunderstorms,
I detest sleeping through them.
Then, sometimes it snows,
The room chills as much as me.
I love to lay under my coveted duvet.
Reminiscing, enjoying the sweet scent of success,
Reflecting some more on the day that just flew.
And then,
just one more time,
I reflect on days gone by,
before the gift of much treasured sleep,
kisses the lids of my eyes.
© Livvi

This planet,
our planet,
Earth,
the one that we borrowed from the universe,
an eclipse in a circle,
an orbit in time,
that's blocking the sun,
as fear descends.

Where new life is a constant, a brewing machine
in the abundant bellies of various nations.
As nations changes from wealthy to poorer.
between haves and have nots,
all politics and power
From Godly to badly,
closer to the darkest hour.

Secret situations,
Stuck fast inside a Jack in a box,
realms of shocking surprises,
and evil devices,
as brothers and sisters they maim one another,
or steal the lives of the innocent ones.

The time is now when the headless fellows fall,
For no good reason,
none at all.
This is not needed,
this evil is seeded and tossed into the wind,
to await the dropping dust and the setting of the sun.
(c) Livvi

Feeling a little hormonal?
If your blood sugars run out of sync,
See Dr Jimmy C,
He’ll have a good think.
Maybe,
You’re maybe feeling rather chubby,
Dr C may diagnose,
An issue that could be right in front of your nose.
He’ll request a check of your bloods,
He will send you to see the vampires,
To check if your thyroid is playing games.
Perhaps you’re just a little hairy,
Spoils your pretty face sweet Mary.
Dr C.
He may be able,
To sort you out and keep you stable.
© Livvi

She leaned propped in the corner,
That elderly lady with the long straggly hair,
apparently unwashed.
Her hair,
it wasn't shiny white liken to her dignified friends,
it was almost dreadlocks,
It didn't smell bad,
nor did it smell good,
surprising I hear you say.

The handsome guy,
He dashes in.
He grabs her round the waist,
He chucks her head in a bucket of water,
pulls her hair and rings it out,
chucks her hair on to the floor,
and rubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed some more.

The linoleum now,
is glowing clean,
pristeen,
sparkling,
smelling fresh,
looking like it's nearly new.
Just amazes me,
what a good looking younger man can do,
when playing in the lady poet's imagination!!
(C) Livvi

THE BULLY
They kicked her like she were marbles,
They thought, she may enjoy it,
it was all a bit of fun.
Well they enjoyed it anyway.

There were whispers hanging on the grape vines,
But, the teachers never heard the words,
or maybe didn't listen.
As vipers they spat poison,
along the buzzing gossip lanterns,
fuelled up by the cruelty.

One and one and one made nine,
as the rumour mongers, spun their yarns.
Lucy, she said her clothes were cheap,
she looked just like a *****,
they said.
Anna laughed at her,
at the same time as she watched her weep.
Karen kicked a little more.
Not an ounce of conscience was displayed,

Helena, she led the ring of the *******,
the cheerleader for her victims distress.
What nobody knew was that,
Helena,
Helena,she was a victim too,

A victim of her mother's hand,
Daddy was a raggedy drunk,
who beat her black and blue,
Her culture one of cruelty,
was her catharsis,
A toxic enzyme.

Made her life much easier,
when she could dish the dirt,
When someone else was being hurt,
she was the leader of the girl's brigade,
it made her feel important,
she mattered for once.
for the first time in her travesty of life.
Helena was the victim too,
The victim of vicious circumstance!
(C) Livvi

PROGRESSION
The ice queen,
She's clearing out her lair,
Step inside if you should dare.
Her heart is melting slowly,
it really needs to beat some more,
it's pumping passion,
love and lust,
it's a sad heart,
bleeding real tears.
It needs a good supply of love,
given from a chocolate box,
clutched only in a satin glove.

She needs the sky to melt,
maybe fall as sweetly scented rain,
not snow or hail.

All Hail, the ice queen,
She who bringeth,
Feelings forth and fiery,
Digs up lost emotions,
Devoted to love,
Maybe,
if she can shake off sorrow,
like a wet dog in the rain.
Plough the fields and scatter,
make new love once again.

"Come unto my parlour", said the spider to the fly.
(C) Livvi

The sun rises every morning,
Sometimes,
I think,
it's role is just to cheese me off.
As from behind it's hazy autumnal sky,
with falling mist,
It wakes me early,
before the **** begins to crow,
always beats my alarm clock at letting me know.
The time has come once again to move on,
to face a newborn week,

One day,
I shall not awaken to the light of the morning sun,
not just yet however,
I shall be drenched in the realms of once just passed lost breaths,
And internally to myself I shall smile,
In the belief that I shall not die in the minds of my mattering ones,
the nattering ones.
Who matter so much,
in the past tense of emotions immense,
of sons,
grandsons and daughters,
of maybe one day having grand-daughters,
and brothers long lost.

At the setting of the sun today,
I will reflect,
as evening folds around me,
on marriage and families and sisters -in -law,
I'll take a deep breath,
smile,
so much,
at the peace that was drawn from a wedding hat box.
(C) Livvi

THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.
The best day of my life,
the day my son he took a wife.
The bride,
she wore ivory and lace,
there were no elephants involved.
As she brimmed with natural beauty.
She was shining like a holy diamond.
My daughter's they were beautiful creatures,
dressed in pink, as goddesses came,
Goddess bridesmaids.
My son developed a tail for the day,
it was attached to his jacket.
He wore no hat,
for,
it would have spoiled his hair.
The registrar spoke tales of legends
of wedding rings and other things,
My goodness what a day we had.
As she pronounced them man and wife,
God willing, for eternal life.
The bridegroom,
In his speech,
he spoke of family values,
and then we had a laugh,
with tales of swapping shoes with homeless chaps,
in the land of regency.
upon his night of stags and bucks.
The best man,
well, he obviously delved deep into Mark's little black book.
We had fountains full of chocolate,
with strawberries and fudge,
we had roast beef and Yorkshire pud,
Goodness me,
it was so good.
A great big day was had by all,
The music played we had a ball.
Congratulations to you both.
(C) Livvi

THE ROYAL WEDDING
Today,
I'm standing proud as a soldier,
but,
nowhere near as brave.
My eldest son is to marry today,
He is a fatherless child,
he wears not the tee shirt.
He is a total gentleman,
His father,
I know not,
for once,
I was a wild child.
His father is never to know him.
I'm sure if he did and I did too,
He too would be proud,
as stunning as a peacock.
If I knew who he was,
My son himself would be aware,
but,
sadly it's too late,
no difference could it make today.
The sun is glowing.
In my heart and in the sky,
just a few clouds knocking about.
Today's about my son.
Starting a true love life,
with his novice wife
My son he makes me proud,
My son and Stacey, his bride,
I wish you all the realms of good luck,
on this your very special day!
(c) Livvi

Mantis

"Come into my parlour,"so says she.
For,she is the vicious queen,
Suggesting that perhaps he needs to die,
Female mantis kisses,
as only femme fatale, can do,
Attraction of the keenest,
Trial by jury.
Injury perhaps,
She used, abused you,
spat you out.
She's never safe to be with,
of that there is no doubt!
(C) Livvi

OPEN EMOTION

A little bird told me today that you'd died,
My pretty eyes erupted.
My God, how I cried,
Wanted to visit your grave,
attend your requiem,
Create a tribute to you,
write on your tombstone,
of the memories we'd shared.

Of the family we grew,
me and you.
Grown from seeds of true love,
Painted on hot air balloons.

On summer days,
where we did laze,
upon the grass,
where we once kissed,
once upon a time,
too many moons ago,
to care to remember.

They say you wrote a book,
of course,
I took a look,
I had too,
of course,
I did,
The last time I saw you,
you took a look at one of mine.

We whinged at each other,
like a pair of old time,
aged lovers.
Moaning about books,
Exchanging weird looks.

Then today,
Out of the blue,
the phone rang,
it was you,
I was shocked,
I thought at last,
that my feelings had died,
But now you've made me stop and think.
(C) Livvi

She's lost and alone.
As she bays at the moon,
it's soul, so full.
The full moon smiles in a mischievous way,
Inviting her sorely to come out and play.

Tangled hair rolls down her back,
enveloping her fearsome face.
For tonight's cull,
Her manicure's gone
her nails have grown,
They're so sharp, so vicious, so fierce,
her tears,
although,
tumbling,
remaining unwiped,
She can bear no scars,
from her previous hunt.

Who said that t'was only the seventh son of the seventh son?

She wanders lonely hillocks,
On the hunt for human kind,

Her mind is cursed,
with ****** souls blood,
As she wanders alone through the wind blasted wood,
she's looking for food.

Her mind's set on feeding the curse she was given,
Stuck in a situation she did not want to live in,
Death did not become her,
it never could,
while,
she wandered lonely
through the wild wood.
Although,
desperately,
she tried hard to expire,
as an immortal wolf woman,
her wish was denied,
and she cried.

On the evenings,
when the moon was wane,
she sobbed to herself.
Feeling such pain,
knowing incarnate,
that soon the full moon,
would with it bring with her next date,
a date with death,
for somebody else.
(C)Livvi

BRAVE OR STUPID?

The window cruised by.
Flew by in a flash,
passed her eye.
She was so lucky, that it didn't smash,
She was so attached to him,
as he grabbed on tight to her hair.

She believed he really cared.
That's what she said after I rescued her.

A gang of jellied children,
looked on in disbelief,
watching the demonic gentleman,
Gentleman? I beg to differ,
giving the lady bags of grief.

I wandered down the holy road,
the one that led down to the church,
I wasn't going there,
not my direction,
was going to the local shop,
seeing this,
I had to stop.

I didn't want the children to bear witness to this scene.
That would have been so mean.
Maybe to trigger their nightmares for many days to come,

So Olivia,
yes that's me,
Grabbed the lady,
who may or may not have been a real lady,
definitely a person still.
I took her by the the hand,
I marched her off,
we left him shunned and stunned,
The two of us we walked away in confidence,
the demon beat.
My good deed for the day.

On reflection.
Was I brave that day,
or was I really stupid?
(c) Olivia

I've eaten my words.
They got stuck in my throat,
I'm choking on them,
I can't catch my breath,
My breath, it slipped through my fingers,
flew out of the window,
blew over the trees and so the leaves fell.

Left the grass covered in discarded leaf mold.
Molded the end of summer's heat,
all squishy and cold under my feet.

The leaves,
they dried out,
in the warm autumn sun,
Raked into a pile of greenery,
awaiting Guy Fawkes's visit,
A blaze of conspiracy,
turned into ashes,
caught on the breeze,
got stuck in the clouds,
to the poet's relief her words,
they were heard,
as they fell from the skies,
They landed on tides,
as the tides they turned,
As the poet,
she spoke of the lessons she learned.
(C) Livvi