The gift of the mother,
the gift for the newborn life.
Protection,
immunity,
bonding,
building,
growth,
attachment­,
discrete.

Disgusting,
vile,
threatening,
how could she?
how could she sit there,
sit there with her breast exposed?

Are you hungry?
Would you create a drama?
would you make a fuss
if you were hungry,
maybe you'd be quieter than the hungry babe in arms,
because you understand,
the principle of feeding on demand.

You moan about the screeching,
you're preaching and groaning,
that wailing's assaulting your ears,
the infant that's screaming producing no tears,
The child has such hunger pangs,
and still you cuss and make a fuss.
Mum's breast's discrete,
her baby's sweet,
all he wants to do is eat!
(C) LIvvi

Me,
I feel like ice cream.
I melt at your touch,
loving your great taste.
I drip,
you move too close to me.

You moved close to me a while ago.
You fed my head with strawberries and laid my head beneath the trees.
You saved me from the rippling breeze.
My body you kept so warm.
You were charming.
I was calmed,
after many storms.
The breeze turned into a raging gale,
as on a branch my heart impaled.
You said you loved me.
As we stroked the sapphire dragonfly,
passion before our eyes.
I melted,
a pool of slush.
My heart a remnant,
in a pool of soggy sticky slush.
As a fool,
now I drown.
I drown in the tears of the poetic clown.
(C) Livvi

He said," your hair looks nice,
have you had it cut?"
I said "I had it done last week".
And then after being led down a blind alley of conversation,
I died,
I became a ruddy clam.

I don't get noticed.
Well never in August anyway,
In September I get noticed,
by those who just remember having seen me,
some place or other before,
not recalling,
where or when.

Me neither I'm afraid to say,
I see such an abundance of characters every day.
A few stick in my mind, not many tho'.

I'm never noticed beneath the full moon,
that only seems to happen in June.
In October, I get noticed by squirrel chaps,
but,they're only hunting nuts,
and I'm not one you know.

So,
To the chap,
who commented on my hair,
a smile, a thank you,
"you're so kind to say,
it looked a little better before it started going grey."
I toddled back home on the crest of a wave,
maybe,
just maybe,
I should have continued conversing,
instead of just walking away.
(c) LIVVI

Love is a monster.
with huge scary teeth,
they're concealed behind a magnificent smile.
which, smiles indiscretion,
in the blink of an eye,
with a mischievous wink.

It hides in your heart,
but you'll never release it,
never again.

There's a corner at the end of your street,
It could almost be a Parisian walkway,
in a coffee shop,
pull up a seat,
take your coffee,
like a love affair,
make sure it's super hot,
May your eyes meet,
exchange glances,
Eyes fixed.
You know you want to beat that monster,
with all you're heart and all your mind.

But,the sirens are eternally alive,
they wail noisily,
as always,
just a beautiful diversion,
to steer you onto the rocks.
(c) Livvi

I want to treat you like a piece of fruit,
I want to peel off all your clothes,
I want to taste your juices.
I want to steal your pips and plant them deep,
within in my fertile garden.
I am your Eve and you my Adam,
Darling, just do as you're told,
and you can call me madam .
(c) LIVVI x

She stands tall, a slender fountain pen.
Made for writing poetry,
eloquent and elegant.
She spills pictures in words.
She cannot do it herself,
She needs the impetus,
the impetus, that can only be unleashed from a passionate brain.
A brain at play, near bed time,
playing with syllables and metaphors,
Sometimes beating rhythms,
sometimes singing rhymes.
The brain's no good without the pen,
the pen the same without the brain!
(C) Livvi

Smell the rain,
inhale,
breathe in the merry weather.
taste it,
kiss it,
it kisses you,
feel it,
wear it,
clothed in relief of raindrops.
Watch it dancing on the pavement,
it's playing laughter games,
for once in a lifetime,
welcome back magnificent rain!
(C) Olivia Kent a.k.a Livvi

LOVE AND PAIN (PART 2)

He crept tentatively up to the casket of glass,
levered up the fragile lid and peered right inside.
As in all the very best fairy tales,
He woke her with a kiss.
he stroked her face and kissed her hard.
but she was fast asleep.

He was just about to walk away,
when her little voice was heard to say.
what's going on,
I was asleep,
for you my eyes no longer weep.

He clutched a box within his mitts,
The box contained a precious gift,
A platinum ring with a precious stone,
meant for the one he called his own.
A perfect compliment to her coronet.

I came back for you my lady, said he,
Please my darling,
set me free,
come along and be with me.

Up she struggles,
with a sleep deprived smile,
yes my lord,
it's been a while.

Wandered off hand it in hand,
this time it was beneath the moon.
He once more bought her lovely flowers,
Cauliflowers,
cabbages and runner beans,
He was hungry,
loved his greens,
and somewhat ****** magazines.

His lady was his servile *****,
when chained up by the kitchen sink,
my goodness gracious me,
his truly romantic gestures really made you think!
(c) Livvi

He made love to her in flower beds.
Below the midday sun.
He plucked her, gave her roses.
He gave them with his heart.

He drugged her up with sweetness,
and in glass casket placed her,
Like him,
the casket,
the casket sang,
upon the stroke of tuning fork.

He laid her on a mattress of of pure feather down,
So she should be rested, should he e'er pass by again
He crowned her head with platinum,
Before he left he told her that,
Much too precious was she,
to wear a coronet of gold.

He mouthed the words I love you,
before he said goodbye.
Never turning back again,
to see the tears falling from her eyes.
Perhaps he didn't want to,
For he too had cried the world.
(C) Livvi

IMPATIENT

The tension,
it is building up,
it's like a coiled spring.

The eternal optimist's fast becoming pessimist,
she's waiting in the devil's wings,

She's dressed in strawberry jelly,
her eyes blood red,
not tears,
just lack of sleep,
as so she quivers,
she's waiting for the end result,
sleep,
sleep is so evasive,
when thoughts twist up your mind.
and so she sits and shivers.
Tossing and turning and drifting,
thought I should say,
maybe the time is nigh,
now hopefully all change.

Those who speak philosophy,
speak words,
they speak words of darkness falling heavier,
just before the dawn.
She sits and she waits,
impatiently,
for the rise of breaking dawn,
A strangulating game,
of you've just got to wait and see!
(C) Livvi

There's an immense pit.
I'm finding myself drawn in,
by it's magnetic attraction.
I creep silently,
almost furtively,
out of the hobbit hole,
the one in which, I'm currently hiding,
it's a small green one,
with an old wooden door.
veer off to the left
I notice those shadows,
in a half asleep state,
somnambulism so I'm told.
In my drowsy head voices whisper,
"Halt", who goes there?
"Don't be scared,
it's just the light playing games".
It's all clear my dear."
Go on,
Push open the door,
it grates on the carpet.
Pull back the cover,
what do I find?
I find my one and only lover,
my only lover's my bed.
It's time to rest my sleepy head!
Night all !
(C) Livvi

I wasn't there for your first kiss,
Too self absorbed maybe,
I don't know, what the hell I missed,
Now you are grown with children of your own,
and now,
I love you,
I love you,more than time and tide doth turn,
I should burn for selfishness,
In the annals of much regret,
in the ennui of parenthood,
Now annus mirabilis has dawned,
as a once lost prophet with a cause;
however, not as the word of the Lord.
(C) Livvi

This was my response to Josh-Chocolate Grit's song for his daughter, I remembered it after reading some statuses from him earlier.
Just my admission that just because we're women doesn't mean we're all built for motherhood.

I have loved you for the entirety of adulthood.
You are my Goddess.
You are the ink spots on my vacant page.
You are my lady.
My passion,
My excitable fire.
You are my challenge.
My deluge.
My warmth,
My chill,
My smiles,
My medicines,
No frontiers.
My banners,
My dagger,
My love and my life.
Who could ever believe,
perceive and value,
Just education,
Loving my mere diction,
as much as you and I .
Without my pen and dictionary,
I shall but fade and die!
(C) LIVVI

WRITER'S BLOCK

When you left you stole my burning heart.
You stole my drive.

You never stole my ambition.
No-one ever will.

You stole my crayons and melted them.
You made my pen run out.

Writer's block crept in,
it's an expectant execution block.

Just now,
I'm cold and lonely.
My eyes mere trenches of emptiness.
I fought my war with passion.

Now I'm dying inside.
I'm crying inside.
I am the Mona Lisa,
But, moaning I am not.
(C) Livvi

It's 1003.
Wells of tears dwell in my tired eyes.
I do,
Hereby declare,
A full proclamation.
I'm sat on the blade of a firebrands knife.
Anticipating,
Trepidation.
May the bells ring true.
The bringer of joy.
I'm sleep deprived.
Read a book to enable rest.
My bedside lamp touched on and off.
Not enough to let me rest.
Tossed and turned.
The waiting's the worst.
My heart,
it's pumping so hard it may burst,
it won't fortunately.
I'm almost praying,
and I don't pray,
the response to the interview tumbles my way.
I find that writing it out,
will clear my mind.
Que sera sera!
(C) Livvi

Dashing stealth.
Bins of wealth.
Perfect health.
Angular retreat.
Clandestine dwellers.
Heart breakers.
Sorrow makers.
Illicit shadows.
Foxes sly.
Hovering as praying birds.
Story catching.
Dream catching.
Truth distorting.
Expose of life.
Un secret de Polichinelle.
Their cameras.
They'll have you believe,
that they never lie.
Underground worms.
Detritus munching.
Anything that makes a buck.
Invasive bloodied journalists.
(C) Livvi

I have a subtle secret,
I remembered it,
while I stood watching the wild animals,
they're called the just past children,
my goodness how they dance,
youth romancing wildly,
to the crashing, thrashing,trashing beat.

My secret is a little curio,
I too once was one of those creatures,
just before the present day.

Time caught me on her current,
I can't come out to play today.
Olden joints are aching as burning flames and rigid rocks,
long left behind those bobby socks.
I had none anyway.

Punk rock and new romantics hovered in my day,
I had painted nails and spiky hair,
dog collar sported,
but ne'er a vicar,
but never a dog, I didn't bite.

The old crone gives assassinations of their personalities,
making judgement of their music taste and on their motion,
The truth is only mine to speak,
I was one of them,
seems just like last week,

I'm jealous of their fiery youth,
which rolled into my yesterdays,
their style generation x, y and z,
ultimately just like mine,

Guys in make-up,
some dressed in lace,
ears hung with chandeliers.

Baggy in black, which slogans that match,
feet that jump, lashing and kicking,
raging while kissing.
Memoirs of my forgotten worth,
once crazy musical youth.
(C) Livvi

The poetic heart got broken.
A million shards of glass were ground.
Words of all profound.
Written with an ink pen,
of purely mice and men.
Her pen once was a feather,
stolen from a mother swan,
Tip honed to an arrow head,
Thrown from a bow,

The writers notes are passing by.
With courtesy and a bow.
They're showering ink in passing,
as the clouds are painted black,
rimmed with fading memories.
Can be no turning back.
Clouds are burst by writer's pen,
Thunderous hail of broken glass,
of fierce wind and rain.
Writing tales of past loves,
On pavements once again.
(C) Livvi

BREATHTAKING
I would hold my last breath for you.
Hold it tight and never let go.
I feel a spark from far in my heart.
A trigger captured in my eyes.
A vision, a perfect image.
Held close while sleeping.
Omitted when awake,
pardon me not,
for these things,
for I do not understand,
Sparks generate fires at times,
leaving fingers charred and burned,
So for now at least desires concealed.
My breath is released.
Your precious image is saved,
So I can dream more,
until our next meeting.
Our eyes will rest.
Fast asleep in beautiful dreams.
(C) Livvi

She roared in on the back of a lion,
sipping cocktails of conscience.
Sat thinking of wall flowers and such mundane things,
as sharks circled the dance floor,
dark eyes on stalks,
they're assessing their prey.
As octopuses their arms keeping warm,
wrapped around the form of unsuspecting suckers who accept a token drink.

She crept out in a minicab,
somewhat the worse for wear,
sneaked into her bedroom,
flopped on to her needed bed.
Slept until she woke.

Feeling just a little puce.
slightly purple but not really brown.

She let wisdom take the lead,
as the day progressed,
was just at bit of befuddled, muddled fun,
The back bar full of biker's,
roaring more than wild lions,
to the echoes of the rock,
so heavily metallic,
the front bar had the Irish chaps.
trying hard to compete with the back bar noise,
it was ideal for her,
a rock chic at heart,
but she loves the Irish stuff to,
A wholly delightful crazy day.

Afternoon ended with a bang before six,
the bikers left and she did too,
the queen of solo got the bus,
toddled home and shared a curry with her daughter,
just what a mother and daughter ought to do.

my birthday written as a poem for you !
(C) Livvi

A solitary orchid bloomed.

Just one blossom in this arid land,
Once,
once I thought I'd found you,
but, my words fall on deaf ears,
I see you in the distance,
But you are never near.

In this the land of starry nights,
my impression is that you're out of sight,
what once was ours made me complete,
now, I cannot feel you,
I can only sense you,
while, all you do,
is creep further away from me.

Sweet lady,
I want no freedom.
(C) Livvi

Now is but my finest hour,
as flowers spray,
Mine is that of scented roses,
wound round trellis in my garden,
such delight,
My years.
they are  just flowers in the sun,
loaded with seeds to multiply,

Mine,
are buddlea blooms on bushes,
bright blue,
enticing butterflies,
or dried lavender,
freshens costumes for work and play,
blouses of pure chiffon,
cotton and silk,

As age passes,
so,
so does my style,
Once was decadent and hectic,
now dressed with serenity,
I'm just,
Just still a hippie at heart.
(C) Livvi

Sense my fear of flying,
my fear,
so fearful of falling in love again.
My barriers are solid,
fixed fast.

If a million stars should dare to fall,
I would try to catch them,
plant them down my garden path,
show me the way to go.
but stubborn as I am
I'd probably ignore them.

If only,
I could stop,
stop chasing my tail,
I would,
like a puppies tail,
my tail,
just can't be caught.

One day I shall fly again,
My wings they shall unfurl,

As a mirage,
in a barren desert,
maybe you'll appear,
then,
and only then,
I may discover that you are real.
(C) Livvi

CRASHING

Sadly,
a natural crash,
a plane falls,
rather than a war zone,
something to do with stormy weather.

These are strange times,
civilian planes shot down by clueless warriors,
visionaries that cannot see.

Then there's the one that got away,
God only knows where it was flown,
entirely out of radar zone.

Puts me off flying,
for today and tomorrow,
currently,
there are too many dying.
(C) Livvi

Me thinks the end of the world is enroute.
Can't see the horsemen yet,
all I see currently is four *****,
carrying *****,
one named Putin,
one named Cam,
cam- ***** that is,
the third portent carrying Obama,
number four is one huge ***,
it carries the fighting factions of Palestine and Jerusalem,
upon it's breaking back.

And along comes Mr Reaper,
In robes of black,
he has eyes,
he sees,
he speaks,
words in tongues,
he's waiting in the wings,
he's defying his good friend war to come and play.

Together they pen poems in history books,
together a treaty writ,
declaring the end is nigh,
The books will be lost in night skies,

They may still be diverted if the imbeciles,
stop, look and listen,
to one another,
with a gentle ripple of commonsense
The reaper,
well,
he may still be turned away until the time is right!
(C) Livvi

I feel luck stroking my face,
a soothing summer breeze descends,
I'm simmering slowly at the lowest heat.
From my window,
at the end of Tuesday,
I see today's daylight,
it's dying slowly,
the peaceful death of a fire filled day.
so relieved to rest and relax.
The skyline stands,
it's dazzling,
a realm of tree shaped silhouette shadows,
almost a different world out there.
belief that tranquil moments are captured,
More beautiful as the garden cools,
virtual silence,
apart from a slight buzz of humming background traffic,
a duet in almost perfect rhythm by train lines performing their dutiful roles.
The slight noise hovering in the atmosphere makes me aware that life exists out there,
and it's hiding in the perfect twilight.
(C) Livvi

I am awake and alive on this dull sticky morning,
I wonder who put what in the Sambucca bottle,
very sweet,
maybe,
was just sweet Sambucca,

Alive,
I may well be,
my head is being hammered internally,
by a million hammers,
all at once.

My children,
they offer me no feelings of compassion,
no support for mummy dear,
self-inflicted mother love,
you should have known better.

Not,
oh dear what's the matter mater,
can I help you,
can I feed you caffeine fix,
from the bottom of the bedroom drawer,
the dug out paracetamol,
chucked them at me,
ma,
try this,

I crept downstairs to find a fix,
a positive hit,
of sweet black gold,
this morning's necessary evil,
now I have taken my tablets,
guess it's time for a refill!
(C) Livvi

MUSING
Sitting here in the room that I call my study,
I'm somewhat deep in thought,
Been to a party at the place we once went,
I remember that night how we both enjoyed it,
you never left my side,
you were my protection.
I punched my way through glasses of somewhat poky punch,
and shots of Sambucca,
which were dutifully spilt,
all over my face rather than in my mouth,
in fact,
my face is so sticky,
I'm somewhat stuck.
I'm In a place where I don't need to be,
I want to walk away from you,
You're just a poison tipped dagger stuck in my side,
preventing motion.
You are a thorn in my eye that blinds me,
to others,
as,
still your magnetism attracts,
although,
I'm repulsed,
by your antics.
Meanwhile darling,
you killed my emotions.
(C) Livvi

Maybe I was comatosed,
I heard not a thing,
those raindrops,
well they must have partied on the ground,
the garden just a sodden plot,
I never heard their footsteps tripping.

Prediction of heavy weather,
for two hot nights strung out in a row,
a little bit like garden garlands,
But,
I saw no flashing lights last night,
preceding night just one or two,

no noise did disturb me,
the lights were all out,
behind my eyes,
was peaceful,
on my pillow,
it took on the role of ear plugs,
as into sleep I slipped.
I'll never know what I have missed,
I slept through everything.
Sleep came and kissed my eyes and ears goodnight,
and that's just what I had.
(C) Livvi

STARFISH
Washed up upon the beach
a tiny shape,
dry abandoned,
once danced upon the waves,
partied with the seas hair,
nobody cared,
sometimes hovered neath the waves,
has plenty of arms,
but unable to wave,
to summon a little assistance,
this fella lost his anchorage,
adhesive pads became released,
so with the turned of the tide,
laid on the beach dried.
Perhaps a child may collect him,
while she's playing on the golden beach,
a summer's drift,
just have to wait and see.
(C) Livvi
INSPIRED BY ZACK

A smile stretches over her face,
as they come.

There are old men,
in shorts and sunhats,
indoors
and
ladies in heels,
who,
dash in from work,
they are moaning,
about their weights,
and their waits,
their husbands,
their children.

Winchester folk are queerer folk than her,
yes,
honestly,
they are
there are precious old dears,
who love having her near,
she makes them feel safe.

They come to pick up their pills,
while discussing their ills,
discussing the weather,
the air conditioning is that,
just an air con,
and she melts again,
they make her melt,
her job pays her bills,
it is them,
however;
who,
stretch her smile!
(C) Livvi

Many moons ago so dwelt a heart,
Once loved in a fantasy,
once lived in the same fruity location,
lives there no more,

If I could see me in your bed,
if I could get inside your head,
or under your skin,
there maybe a chance,
that we could tango in the night time.

The stars might bravely dance for us,
and if they dared to try,
the moon may smile,
the flowers may open wide,
the days may be jolly,
the outlook bright.

But,
I can feel nothing,
not even a drop in the ocean,
the ocean of life.

So,
still I sit ,
I sit here,
here in my insular world,
the world of my space.

For the first time ever,
this feeling is grand,
a million dollars,
and the prime part of my space,
is that it's mine,
mine and mine alone.

Unless by weird profound attraction,
by chemistry in invention,
maybe,
just maybe,
if by chance,
I can envisage myself curled up in your bed,
then chance and I may take a gamble.

Now is not the time,
for me and anyone.
This love bird's flying free.
(C) LIvvi

Missing breeze of summers kiss,
this morning time,
we melt as we smile,
while we smile as we melt,
This heat paints the garden in arrid parchment,
still the sky is holding tight to make the garden green again.
the cloudburst came not,
as hopefully anticipated,
my bed was a furnace,
hotter than hell,
I awoke much wetter than the storm of missing rain.
(C) Livvi

Heavy skies,
Outside my window,
Wind blows her echoes.

Chance meetings,
Obsequious dreams of storming skies,
Now waiting in patience to flash,
Skies fire filled,
Extraordinary heat spots,
Quiescent currently,
Unequivocal in connotation,
Exacerbated pre-storm break compression,
Nirvana reached as the sky snaps pain released,
Catastrophe for heavy head,
Espirit de corps,fellowship of heavy weather,
She's loyal,  she's always waiting for the mother of storms.

Occurrence of heavy weather,
Choice relief,
Culmination as pressure let,
Uncouth, the sky releases her charges,
Release and respite from the hefty heavens.
(C) Livvi

So what became of the moon this night,
One moment shining,
Once glowing so brightly,
the minutes turned to hours.

All ebony night,
Whence, Duncan, thane of highland descent,
swept the cover of the haze,
embraced the moon with wild eyes,
blackened further July skies.

Beneath the remnants of the missing moon,
the wild crazy women,
they swirled,
mixing potions,
of dancing and loving,
while brewing emotions,
and magic with such torrid chants,
a whirling tornado,
a dervish indeed,
a whirlwind so sore,
the end of the night,
with dawn breaking silently,
their vehement words, lost,
blown away, as they crumbled to dust,
the dust blew in their eyes,
my God how they cried,
all that emotion destroyed.
(C) Livvi

Close your eyes and take a breath,
Inhale deeply,
relax,
exhale,
think,
look at the birds flying over your head,
how rapidly they fly,
they are the birds of time,
take a second breath and age has dawned,
once it was bright,
almost floral,
smelling fragrant,
Breathe in again,
in the blink of your pretty eyes it's gone,
your eyes lost their sparkle,
your hair has gone grey,
and you fight to beat it,
but you never can!
(C) Livvi

I see,
My eyes are open wide,
I see children before me,
they're running through the city park
I see blue skies,
they're full with tufts of cotton wool,
the sky is not bright blue and blazing,
but it's still a variant of blue.

I feel the air,
It's sticking to me,
like it's stuck with sello- tape
I feel a slight lick of the breeze,
it's not enough to make any difference,

I touch,
I touch on issues with my words,
sadly my touches aren't enough to make a difference,

I pretend not to be able to care.
I feel pain when I try to sleep,
when into my mind,
your memory creeps,
it's audacious, almost impudent,
sometimes stops me sleeping,
in the night-time mega heat.
but really,
it's not you that stops me sleeping,
not often anyway,
I'm more concerned with the way of the world,
as she's winding down to die.
Killed by the fighters who have no idea of potential for world decimation,
my lords how I fear your stranglehold,
and you wonder why I'm scared.
(C) Livvi

In full lunacy attire,
he's baying at the scornful moon.
The moon with many faces,
throughout the month of June,
The straight jacket's getting tighter.
his laughter's roaring crazily,
he's making so much noise,
they told him he was crazy,
his only last request.

To fit in with the others,
to be one of the normal boys.
he bares his teeth involuntary,
canine trapped behind the fence,
the fence of ill repute.

He lost his family years passed by,
was a traumatic road crash,
in which his kinfolk died.

Found the boy child,
hair of black,
took him to their lair,
the lupine lair of night,
and in such darkness,
did they care for the child,
for the child of the moon,
with thick black hair,
they heard him calling,
so they did.

The folk of the village also did.
they wanted rid,
called upon the powers that be,
would they release him?
let him be,
they kept him in a hospital,
a place of safety,
so they said,
no longer free,
his heart was bound,
******* with chains.

That was long, long ago,
and still we hear his howls of woe,
when the moon hangs high up in the sky,
listen very closely,
can you hear him cry?
(C) Livvi

Young lady,
she sat,
she was waiting in vain,
as the sun went down.
she needed a new set of lungs,

She waited and waited,
but, then she succumbed,
death caught her,
it was so cruel,
she was young and stunning,

Her husband painted brilliance,
her life not to be forgot,her husband painted brilliance,
her life not to be forgot,
this poet was inspired,
by another sort of art.
This week in July.
is national transplant week,

This young lady's life could have been saved,
if only another's tragic passing,
could have left the gift of life.
Sadly for her it was too late.
(C) Livvi

Mother,
It is today,
today is the day,
that I sit and wipe my sorrow,
upon my wet shirt sleeves,

I lost you one year ago,
Somehow,
It snatched you away from me.

Mother,
you left me,
once, you were beauty personified,
well in my eyes you were,
but, a vicious monster damaged you,
you never saw it coming,
you never saw it's sword of destruction,
it killed you in the end,

Oh mio dolce mummia,
I miss you,
And tonight,
as I cry for your lost soul,
lost in your chalice of wine,
I know you are not here with me,
but, in my heart you are still mine,
sarete sempre

Mummia,
** ancora manchi, nel mio cuore sarà sempre
Spero che tu stai dormendo bene

(C) Livvi

Mother,
It is today,
today is the day,
that I sit and wipe my sorrow,
upon my wet shirt sleeves,

I lost you one year ago,
Somehow,
It snatched you away from me.

Mother,
you left me,
once, you were beauty personified,
well in my eyes you were,
but, a vicious monster damaged you,
you never saw it coming,
you never saw it's sword of destruction,
it killed you in the end,

Oh mio dolce mummia,
I miss you,
And tonight,
as I cry for your lost soul,
lost in your chalice of wine,
I know you are not here with me,
but, in my heart you are still mine,
sarete sempre

Mummia,
** ancora manchi, nel mio cuore sarà sempre
Spero che tu stai dormendo bene

(C) Livvi

Got up to a bright new morn,
the sun full glowing in the sky,
glowed  so bright it woke me with a kiss at 5 a.m.
strolled into my study room,
my bright green crammed up box,
smiled to see the wisps of white ether, floating,
they're  tickling heaven.

Picked up my cell,
released the  imprisoned wail,
tuned off the alarm as just described poetically,
Noticed the date,
not so great,
7/7 and then like the morning it dawned on me,
seven years ago today,
London was set in disarray,
as bombers spanked the tube and buses,
chaos rallied round the streets.
the darkest day for all concerned.

Isn't it just so strange,
how,
checking the date,
can change my impression of an otherwise beautiful day?
(C) Livvi

SUMMER AFTERNOON WITH A TWIST!
Sitting on the bank of the city stream,
Where strands of river **** mingle,
between coarse bull rushes,
A sprinkling sparkle.
A stickleback in flight,
a glimpse only caught,
if you sit and wait.
Pebbles all covered with slimy slippers,
children with jam jars,
on thin strands of string,
trying to catch all fishy things,
the fish are more sprightly,
than the kids who are angling,
minus rods.
One slips up,
he lands on his bottom,
mum dashes to see,
he broke his jam jar,
gashed open his knee,
mummy leans over to see,
she helps him back on to his feet,
out with tissues and plasters,
not such a disaster after all,
like most things,
looked worse than it was.
Mum in her jeans and her pink floral top,
held his hand as they walked to the shop,
She bought him an ice cream,
vanilla with stripes,
all red,
looked like his blood,
tasted of raspberry,
and covered in sauce,
they got so much closer since the divorce!
(C) Livvi

ALL CHANGE

Woke up feeling purple,
a lack of blood supply,
my eyes are crying onions,
my goodness how they cry,
feeling just a trickle sad,
because, the interview so bad,

I have to quit,
I have to leave,

what am I to do?
my fingers they are charged up,
those charges only static,
which is what my life's become.
next train leaving from platform 1,
destination planet Earth,

A new career I fear!
(C) Livvi

TOMORROW

It is to be the first Friday of Ramadan,
no particular creed,
not Muslim or Jewish,
in particular,
all seem to take the blame,
so much ******,
diversionary tactics,
kidnap and ****** lust,
take not the children,
take not another,

I'm sure in all religions,
the prophets,
the Gods and idols,
declare thou shalt not ****,
unless of course you fancy Jihad,
humanity, well veered from the path,
for Heavens sake,
it's got so lost.
There are angels and demons,
deities and things to be,
and things to come,
but are they done?

Love your brothers,
love your sisters,
There is too much to lose,
We are human,
we should dig into our hearts,
to find compassion,
and you wonder why,
I don't do organised religion,
I'm sure you do,
they say all's fair in love and war,

I care not what religion you follow,
nor in whose name,
I care for all my fellow men,
in equal measures!
(C) Livvi

While the world is crying,
I have just had a thought,
What if all the bombs were flour bombs,
perhaps the world could all eat well,
instead of starving,
the fighters could use paint-*****,
make their victims colourful,
have a game as well,
the only things that may be ruined,
would be their victims clothes,
families may stay intact,
if war were just a playful act,
I think it's not to be my friends,
it's really very sad,
I find it so hard to believe, that man is intrinsically bad,
Think I'm turning into Lennon,
Let's all give peace a chance!
(C) Livvi

She's painted as a lonely soul,
she is not,
aesthetic in her heart and mind,
she is an exquisite work of art,
she's waiting to be recognised.
A masterpiece of soul inside,
she is painted on a canvas,
in tones of royal blue,
an accoutrement of scarlet stripes,
she caught them on her painted lips.
She is sat at the  daytime terminus,
she is eating ice cream,
freezing cold,
while sipping at her plastic straw,
filled up with diet lemonade,
it sates her need for sugar and it keeps her fizz alive!
(C) Livvi

Tonight I went to see a band,
A kicking band of wild sounds,
Gaelic in origin,
passionate in sound,
tin whistles and bagpipes,
hot wild stage lights,
Not one word was sung,
but the music sure stung.

And then I saw him stood there,
he looked a lot like you,
he did wear a wedding ring,
oh goodness how I sighed,
I got up close and personal,
much closer than I should have been,
took a quick look out of my bright eye,
'Twas only then I noticed the wedding band bore one long word,
engraved into the wearers heart,
Rather like mine too,
The band he wore spoke Poetry,
similar in kind to me,
very kind indeed,
but it wasn't you it couldn't be,
to tell the truth I didn't really expect it to be thee,
as the could only ever be one of you,
you're the original!
(C) Livvi

A free bird I am,
I am free,
but I am in no way cheap,
I'll sell my personality,
to my patients daily,
just to earn a living wage,
I smile at you,
you smile at me,
as I rabbit on,
I have patients,
lots of them,
and lots of it,
they seem to like my pitter patter,
somewhat like raindrops,
sometimes I hold their hand,
but only clinically,
I'm not sure why,
they like me,
but they tell me that it's so,
I guess they really must do.
(C) Livvi

Feeling Fruity

She stole them,
she did,
I was looking forward to a sweet refreshing nibble,
I made a giant error of judgement,
I left them on the kitchen side,
before I tumbled into bed,
I thought maybe that she had popped them in the fridge,
alas, alack I'm all at sea,
perhaps she ate them for her tea,
an entire field of strawberries,
okay, a slight exaggeration,
vanished from before my eyes.
so this morning a banana was the order of the day,
before I wash and dress myself,
and head on out to play.
well just a day at work indeed,
guess my strawberries went to seed!
(C) Livvi