He's feeling,
feeling the brushing of  her eyelashes,
they're stroking his face,
once were wet with tears,
now strokes of thick set mascara,
as next to him she bathes,
she tickles his face with those lashes,
teasing his emotions,
proceeding to hold his face in her hands,
an element of control,
injected only by her steamy fingers,
she's whispering in a taut voice,
"you will love me, I swear you will".
Her fixed china smile,
it's painted in place,
as flesh coloured eggshell,
with slight tint of rouge,
almost a puppet,
He tries to smile,
responds only by snatching her cheeks,
and he replies to her remarks," I would so love to love you back."
but ,baby, I swear I just can't"
(C) Livvi

Lift me up,
let me drift on a tide of rising air.
I am strung below an ******* rush of burning air,
at the mercy of the pilot,
let me ride the sky before I die,
Sprinkle me with pepper dust,
not to make my eyes sore,
but to make me feel alive.
let me feel the sensation of the zephyr cruising past my face.
Enter my vision stage left,
the scene from above looking downwards,
savanna flowing,
rolling out protected and free,
as free as me,
just plain old me,
the lioness in the basket drifts,
she's watching the lioness snaring today's tea.
and so the delicate zebra falls,
as of today, she can run no more.
The lioness in the basket,she sips her tea from an old plastic mug,drifting onward,
regardless.
(C) Livvi

My poems,
well sometimes they cry,
they argue with each other about today's poetic topic,
sometimes they shout at me,
write no more dark,
I smile back at them,
saying, sorry nicer poems,
but dark's my trade mark!
I'll try to do sweet stuff but I find it hard,
sometimes they're crazy,
sometimes they're not,
I know as many big words as the rest of you,
but I love simplistic,
people who don't write poetry,
understand my basic simple lingo.
I can paint a picture of a million complexities,
what's the point I say out loud,
you just like reading me,
I do short poems normally,
on a mish mash of weird topics,
If I wrote buckets of fancy words,
Guess I'd just get bored!
(C) Livvi

Ink your skin,
hope you win,
marked forever,
well until your skin rots away anyway,
you have a tattoo,
painted in blue,
filled in with colour,
Celtic bands.
Stone angels and names.
taint your skin not with a name,
of a lover as relationships fail,
skin never recovers,
much regret,
claim insane,
insanity of youth uncouth,
want to be tagged with the name of  a lover?
(C) Livvi

What defines love?
Is it just a pretence,
maybe it's just pretentious,
I love the unreachable darkness,
I love my dog,
she is not demanding,

I loved him,
he loved me too,
he would never admit it,
it just wouldn't do.
I learned the hard way that love just doesn't do,
It doesn't make me fly any more,
I became aware of the score,
the score became scary,
don't want anymore.
became a touch bitter,
and life goes on,
it has too.
(C) Livvi

In the library of life I sit,
In between the pages of a torn old romantic novel,
tea stained and tarnished.
Or possibly in between the pages of the heavy reference book,
you know,
the one that has to live in the library,
too heavy to take home,
Consider that there may be supporting evidence,
for leaving me in situ,
in a curious sort of way,
that maybe instead,
I'm hid, far inside a shiny brand new poetry book,
arguing with the poet, as my words are different to his or hers,
I could even be a missive, full of suggestion, creased between the leaves,
of a crisp new paperback,
If I'm feeling cynical, I may hide in a bible, deep in the bibliotheque!
(C) Livvi

Here I sit, in my cell,
Looking at my cell,
Realising,
just how beautiful you are,
you were on a high,
high on emotions,
the emotions being love and fun,
Thinking to myself,
how ****** unjust it is,
that I can make you smile,
but, you won't let me in,
your barriers are set in concrete,
anchored to a hellish fear of love,
somehow breaching your pearly gates,
the heaven that I sent you to,
I can't reach you now,
you have shut down,
Your barriers are made from stainless steel,
You just don't want to feel,
Reality,
when it pokes you smartly in the eyes,
listen to me,
for I am wise,
Wizened,
but wise,
And I am always your friend!
(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,
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 lost prophet with a cause; however, not  as the word of the Lord.
(C) Livvi

Went to see the pastor,
he invited me for tea,
a general pleasant conversation,
covered all the room,
we chatted for a while,
and then I made smile,
I asked him "Sir, what's for tea",
He grinned real wide,
and said to me,
" sweet lady, we are having a roast",
and then I said to he,
What is the roast to be today?
He smiled back as he replied,
remnants of the lord who'd died,
"what on earth said I"?
So I smiled back and chuckled a bit,
would we, really roast the holy ghost,
he nodded bowing his head,
"Sweet lady, we are having Fred"
"Who on earth is Fred"? I said,
"Well  milady",
"Fred is the chicken, that scratched in the yard,
who made conversation with the bard,
while, scratching for worms"
"More filling than the holy ghost,
chicken ,tastes a whole lot better than most other roasts"
So,
the vicar or pastor, whichever you care, picked up his chopper after brushing his hair,
dashed into the yard to catch hold of Fred,
Fred didn't fancy being dinner,
so he'd already fled.
(C) Livvi

Never found a friend,
a friend like you,
a special friend,
who lifts me up,
and never drops me,
snatches me in a safety net,
as I'm tripping from the tightrope.

and yet,
we fall and we crumble into dust,
you and I because we must,
there's nowhere left to go,

and yet today,
I pick up the phone to call you,
when I know you're falling apart,
I carry a smile for you in my heart,
the smile is only for you,
knowing that you're never around,
how I wish you were.
Our love, it ran aground.

I could lift you back,
paint your smile back on,
If only you would take a chance,
and sing upon a failed romance,

one day you will answer me,
we'll spin upon the happy tree,
where birds live,
and truth forgives,

for now,
in life and love we're flying free,
as we depart the happy tree.
caught on a tear drop.
(C) Livvi

Hanging on the time line,
blowing in the wind,
chasing away the cobwebs,
brushing off my dreams,
dusting cakes for nibbling,
by all those mice and men,
and kids that cry,
when all the gossip mongers,
they hang you out to dry.

there are however, true friends,
you doubt, you'll ever meet,
one or two are rather weird,
some of them keep you endeared
pasting on their walls,
one or two or three of them,
just talk a load of *****.
(C) Livvi

If there is a heaven, may Stephen Sutton and Maya Angelou meet and greet each other,give their support to each other in their new venture.

In England, we cheer, as we wave good bye to you Stephen,  with thumbs up and ribbons folded in yellow,
Stephen, you died far too young and gave so much, an inspiration to  life itself, you wholly earned my respect,

Maya, you gave so much, in inspirational words of injustice,
You taught me think, you taught me to feel,
I taught me to write,
but you and your life were my inspiration.

May they together meet the two young victims of **** and ****** in darkest India,
The two young ladies, hung from a tree, destroyed entirely,so young,
had no life,  it's so unfair, life is cruel, so very cruel.
Your parents they cry, there are no ribbons, but still, we bid you goodbye.
May you all rest in peace.
(C) Livvi

I need sunshine, I need rain,
I need love and I need puppies,
I need flowers and I need bees,
I need passion, don't you ever forget it,
but it probably will be forgot,
it always is.
I need a clear mind and fresh air to breathe,
I need sort of normality, but sometimes complexity,
I can be complex,
awkward at times,
You see, I actually know the real me,
I need touch, but not  too intimately,
I'm a being with feelings,

I don't need, to walk on my own,
through the pouring rain,
I need you to hold an umbrella for me,
hold it high over my head.
I don't really need umbrellas,
I hate them, they drive me insane,
I told you, I am awkward.
I'm pretty unreachable,
very unteachable,
stubborn,
feisty,
and so very quiet at times.

In the pharmacy,
I found, tens machines for those in pain,
some say they work, others just laugh,
tell me I'm having a freaking giraffe,
Looked closer, I  really did,
astonished at what was on offer,
What did I find?
Electronic gadgets for spot removal,
a prolific acne remover,
kind of reminded me of Wily Coyote,
with all his" acme  patented", road runner beating devices,
Something conjured from cartoons,
perhaps,
another one for removal of ulcers in mouths,
Well I just don't know,
I'm not perfect,
I have my flaws,
more than most in fact,
but I need no electronic gadgets.
Have more to spend my money on,  
and that's an absolute fact!
(c) Livvi

Went on a day trip,
carried on as a night trip,
she met witches,
and *******,
and cliffs that crumbled,
before her eyes,
they dissolved,
as Henry dissolved the monastic orders,
where reality of beliefs were questioned out loud,
inside the mind of the trippers,
she listened to music so loud, but so quiet,
in a spot where sounds played on indecipherable,
she went out to dinner with the man of her dreams,
however;
it wasn't a bit like it seemed,
he fed her spaghetti,
it made her sick,
it tasted good at the time.
The journey continued,
met up with Old Nick,
who screeched at her,
" you ****** day trippers,
you all make me sick"
he played a bit more,
with her day tripping mind,
He laughed loudly at her,
right in her face,
pallid visage,
as he scared her to death.
she sat and she gibbered, as an unmoulded jelly,
and she cried,
poor little cow,
looking back,
she doesn't know how, she ever enjoyed it.
She never enjoyed it really,
some scary escapism.
never again.
(C) Livvi

I was your fairy tale,
I was carried on a springtime breeze,
delivered on a paper plate.
You stole my sweetened cherry,
that day you set me free,
it was sweet,
so sweet,
my cherry, when you stole it,
you sank your teeth right in,
such pain,
as you bit me,
when you ripped away my innocence,
you stole my girl,
you released me,
you set me free,
to explore and to feel,
my life became real,
when my precious virginity, thou dids't steal.
(C) Livvi

A tissue box,
a perfect packet,
full with broken heart catchers,
nose wipers,
window wipers too,
make up snatchers,
put one up your sleeve,
leave one on the table top,
to grab a sloppy drop,
when your coffee dribbles over the edge,
when your cup runneth over,
caresless chick,
always needs her tissues!
(C) Livvi

Give me your heart,
Full of  stringy sinews,
stretch them as far as you can,
use it as a yo-yo,
watch it,
it slings,
it's ****** feelings everywhere,
it's a  healthy heart,
covered with a thin layer,
insipid lipid tissues,
whirling,
yielding,
under pressure,
submissive,
youthful,
zeal for love,
real lust for life.
whips back,
darned quick,
many happy returns,
while walking the dog!
(C) Livvi

Went to work,
toddled of to eat my lunch,
it rang very loudly,
screaming,
mother answer me,
so I did,
the vibe of the cell,
The voice said momma,
you're there munching,
but your little dog is wailing,
why,
why, said I what's the matter?
"Mother you locked the dog in the study",
gee ****,
I think she needs a ***,
she hadn't had her dinner yet,
No sign of the spare key.
son in law climbed on the roof,
forced the window,
that's the truth,
clambered in from land outdoors,
the door was opened,
dog took to her paws,
dashed outside, running free,
my cool doggy had saved her ***,
no mess on the carpet, the floor was dry.
the good dog had a better day.
(C)Livvi

Take my heart,
guard it,
as I guard it,
it is slightly precious,
it has been ripped out,
burst before,
a bloodless balloon,
infiltrated with cheese wire,
somebody tried to stop it,
prevent it bursting again,
slow punctures repaired,
with minute patches of sellotape,
sorry repairs,
pierced,
allowed gentle entry,
somewhat deflating,
only slowly,
a slow release of aromatic air,
a little spiced,
the heart still beats it's thrill,
despite the the chill,
love me some more,
I know one day you will!
(C) Livvi

Make love to me, like you never loved before,
touch me, like you never felt a sateen skin,
stroke me like your ***** cat,
let my claws scratch you,
to remind you, you're alive,
alive and real,
crush me with passion,
let fluidity run free,
pick me up and drink me,
like potions cooked by Alice,
then, I can shrink before your honour,
as you make me melt like chocolate,
pure white chocolate,
make me shiver with your warmth,
filled with pure ecstasy,
come together,
let us play,
we don't need moonlight,
we need sunlight,
to touch us as an overcoat,
an overcoat of love,
let's make love forever.
Such flavour!
(C) Livvi

Curled up,
eyes flickering in the half-light kiss,
he's turns into your cuddles,
What is he thinking of?
when stuck in the other realm,
what do his dreams hold?
are they as close,
as he is to you,
will he remember his tiny little dreams?
doubts are serious,
in formation of a persona,
he's safe,
so safe,
wriggles and shivers when dreaming,
when his dreams they take hold,
the dreams of the infant,
unknown,
pure gold.
(C) Livvi

In the beginning,
the week crept slowly,
minutes dragged,
nothing moved,
everything's stationary,
over the days the momentum increased,
the minutes moved faster,
as time off decreased.
now,
as tomorrow dawns,
my time off  is vanishing,
right before my eyes.
As the morning breaks tomorrow,
my annual leave all done.
This time in the morning,
a warning blast,
as I become one of  tomorrows people,
could think of better things to do,
but they don't pay the bills!
(C) Livvi

It was something,
a sight to be seen,
the day the bride turned up in black,
the groom turned up in blazing red,
the bridesmaids all wore ****** white,
the ladies all held bouquets,
twisted from a combination,
of Venus fly traps,
and wire with barbs,

A man who looked like Satan,
good looking,
suave,
full up with sophistication,
conducted the unholy service,
smiling,
his black eyes were beaten,
blue,
bloodless,
airless,
the order of service,
was written in blood,
and from it,
he read with a fearsome roar,

He turned,
pronounced them man and wife,
and proceeded to cut,
their throats with a knife,
Dragged to the reception,
still barely living,
a little bloodied,
but breathing,
VNV Nation, spilled the words of Beloved,
and they stepped right into hell,
on their wedding day,
one hell of a day.
(C) Livvi

It was something,
a sight to be seen,
the day the bride turned up in black,
the groom turned up in blazing red,
the bridesmaids all wore ****** white,
the ladies all held bouquets,
twisted from a combination,
of Venus fly traps,
and wire with barbs,

A man who looked like Satan,
good looking,
suave,
full up with sophistication,
conducted the unholy service,
smiling,
his black eyes were beaten,
blue,
bloodless,
airless,
the order of service,
was written in blood,
and from it,
he read with a fearsome roar,

He turned,
pronounced them man and wife,
as he proceeded to cut,
their throats with a knife,
Dragged to the reception,
still barely living,
a little bloodied,
but breathing,
VNV Nation, spilled the words of Beloved,
and they stepped right into hell,
on their wedding day,
one hell of a day.
(C) Livvi

There's no justice,
The sorry world's in pain,
collecting pittances of pennies,
in a flat cap in the rain,
raindrops beat against their skin,
no justice for the jacks of hearts,
selling music to save their souls,
music brings the pennies in,
just to feed the crowd.

Chorus
And there's no justice,
to live we strum,
but never ***,
we fight, we sing, we strum,  play the system ,
happily.

Fight to survive ,
alive again,
Strumming through the pouring rain,
tomorrow have to do it all again,
Beat out our rhythm in the pouring rain,
Hell, no justice for the poor boys,
singing in the pouring rain,
again.

Chorus
And there's no justice,
to live we strum,
but never ***,
we fight, we sing, we strum, play the system ,
happily.

Mountains of money,
sing songs for our dreams,
sing for our supper,
right here,
right now,
under pillars of society,
once again,
we're running free.

Chorus
And there's no justice,
to live we strum,
but never ***,
we fight, we sing, we strum, play the system ,
happily.
(C) LIVVI

And you loved me the world,
how I felt it,
it ran through you veins,
I tasted your love,
I tasted all of it,
I saw your love,
every bit,
And in your arms you held me,
you took me,
all of me,
I took you,
all of you,
absolutely all of you,
I was lucky,
So lucky,
and you uttered those words,
I love you,
and I smiled,
The Cheshire cat had nothing on me,
when my heart was full,
then you left,
my my world collapsed,
yours did too.
but you don't know it.
Stuck in the quagmire,
the one, we all call love!
(C) Livvi

Sounds like the end of the world,
apocalyptic horsemen,
wailing in defiance,
house rattles,
on the way to tumbling,
the noise destroys,
the tumbling walls of Babylon,
well, the only holiness here,
is my wholly messy abode,
walls,
truly steeped in cracks,
falling at the racket,
the racket,
is that of a child,
an innocent pure child,
when,
daddy does diaper changing duties.
The whole world is aware!
(C) Livvi

They went skinny dipping,
when the sky laid heavy and warm,
in bare naked exposure,
night swimming,
in the moonlight bright
she found herself the golden one,
he was a tired diamond,
tired to death of life,
he peeled shells from nutmegs,
which he dutifully crushed,
a sorry occupation,
and he blushed,
the non-conformist nutmeg,
just a little spicy,
he hung them out to dry,
swung from the boughs of the sweet chestnut tree,
shouted so loud,
that his voice became hoarse,
the man who played conkers,
that old chestnut,
the horse one,
picked up his conkers,
my God,he was bonkers,
(C) Livvi

So you think,
well maybe you don't,
that money,
can maybe,
can maybe, buy you love,
it can't,
I am not fickle,
I am proud and real,
eighteen grand,
he said to me,
he'd set me up,
for a year,
said I was his soul mate,
said he wanted to come to my house,
throw me over my bed,
and do things to me,
I don't think so,
do you?
I have pride,
more pride than any know,
yes even you mother,
For God's sake,
it's not all about the money,
I have buckets of love to give unlimited,
but not for money,
Jesus, this fella,
he ain't nice,
he's sad and desperate,
and that's for sure,
He's coming nowhere near my door!
(C)Livvi

She thinks,
she thinks she could quite like you,
she wonders,
she wonders if offers ever genuine,
are  they worth playing with?

In her life,
genuine is non-existent,
she may even grow to love you,
now,
those roses thorns are all stripped bare,
the once decadent silver foliage,
repatriated to the garden,
to be mulched into dreams of what may come,
compost for the compos mentis,
should the lady of the day be lucky?
she was right to doubt,
so right!
(C) Livvi

A white stick she holds,
it's in her right hand,
she feels her way through life,
all it's kerb stones,
she has a dog,
normally he's wearing a harness,
but, she left him indoors,
just for today,
for she has a date,
a date with dignity,
she knew she'd be late,
folks stop and pet the dog,
it always makes her late,
this,
this is such a special date,
she's meeting a soul mate,
another with failing eyes,
she steps onto the bus,
those who notice her move,
move out of the way,
fetching lady,
fetches soul mate,
they meet up,
off they go on their special first date.
(C) Livvi

I live in a hole,
but,
I'm not a hobbit,
I am whole,
complete construction of DNA,
a being,
a mixture of parts,
a mixed mash,
of colourful art,

I have charms,
they're buried far in the reaches of my eyes,
and,
at the end of my arms,
in the land where no-one lives but me,
I work in care,
as care I do,
I earn,
but I still  just exist,
in my hole,
maybe my whole,
not even a half,
or a quarter,
not the devil's daughter,
ever,
not never,
never in a million years
this non hobbit woman,
is not an American,
in my case,
it's England,
that is the land of the free,
free speech,
that's a laugh,
free standing,
a  lamp or a politician,
full of ignoramus blues,
all left over remnants,
from yesterday's news.
(C) Livvi

He arrived,
late,
punctuality never his strong point,
the vernix covered head,
an indication of tardiness,
three days late,
kept us all waiting,
never late now,
those pangs of  hunger,
they hit the house in decibels,
shaking the house to it's foundations.
feed him,
he settles,
sleep,
few hours more rested peace,
he is really very good,
only cries,
when he wants food!
(C) Livvi

To have fluffy bath mats,
matching my bathroom,
to have cabbages and kings,
and all kinds of things,
to have aspirations,
without suffocation,
to walk in green fields,
to dance,
under the willows,
they're sobbing,
don't want to get wet,
to stroll in puddles in summer,
after rain's tumbled,
to breathe in clear,
non-polluted air,
while treading water,
only on the city lights,
wanting love,
it's hell,
does she need it?
and that,
that is the question!
probably not,
she forgot the response,
let her sit tight,
in perfect french,
pense!
in an eternal,
internal debate!
(C) Livvi

The princess sings staccato,
as staggers on her heels,
she feels,
she stops and starts,
as she breaks hearts,
she breaks theirs,
the porcelain ones,
edged with gold,
not guilt,
she stops abruptly,
swirling round on cotton reels,
loaded with elastic,
she tumbles from stiletto heels,
elastic,
it always bounces back!
this princess is perfect,
priceless,
she is the box of pleasant dreams,
you still hang on,
waiting to meet her,
long may you wait.
how does for forever sound?
(C) Livvi

An entire gang of working fellows,
have the world,
at the end of their toes,
hearts get broken,
then get fixed,
in the flash of a moment,
one huge kick,
some sound,
just a little thick,
but they're not,
they are shrewd,
know how to make their money,
booting a bag of cold air around,
inflated *****,
Egos flying,
world cup,
en route,
rather trying,
t.v's overtaken,
only way to please the boys.
(C) Livvi

They're stood on the station,
Full on armed,
with excitement and cameras,
not an anorak in sight,
they have better cameras than most do,
sit down beside them,
please do,
they'll make you so welcome,
just pull up a pew,
if it does it for you,

A wet Friday morning,
yet again the sky cries,
another desperate being dies,
the train got wet,
as yet another one died,
cried not enough perhaps,
inconsolable,

Not a thought for the driver,
and all the survivors,
when they ran out of time,
at the end of the line,
maybe another way could be better,
the sky cries some more,
as another one leaves,
painting the platform crimson,
again,
another one who kissed the train,
only way to cure their pain!
(C) Livvi

The pain,
do you know it?
where your stomach's turning somersaults,
don't tell me you don't know it,
that feeling,
where snakes inhabit your stomach,
they're wriggling and reeling,
Bad dreams have pursued you,
into the shadows,
where pain once lived,
indignantly.
And from the other side you storm,
more confidence,
feeling strong!
(C) Livvi

Darling was a fruit cake,
soft,
moist,
sweet,
always very fruity,
crunchy,
Demerera sprinkled on the top,

sat on the lawn,
had a picnic,
my darling fruitcake,
oh my beautiful fruitcake,
I left my fruitcake,
on a plate edged,
with gilt,

All of a sudden,
awe,
shock,
and horror,
all of a sudden,
a weird bird came,
she pecked away my lover,
she stole his eyes,
he could not see,
she fancied him as her ****,
that bird!
(C) Livvi

Feels safe in her spirit,
She's warm,
a blanket of honest compassion,
curled up with gentle edges,
Soft as a kitten in springtime,
playing on fresh green grass,
like a child.
this kitten paws at butterflies,
bright blue as they flit by,
A tap, a touch, a gentle reminder,
if you should seek,
again,
you shall find her,
laid on soft grass,
under the trees,
catching the sunlight,
it's dressing her knees,
she's thinking for hours,
of sweet scented flowers,
trussed up in a bunch,
and eating her lunch,
of cucumber sandwiches,
served on rye bread,
And she has,
dairy ice cream,
it's dripping,
all sticky,
incredibly nice,
she stops and she thinks,
as she sits,
as she watches the world pass her by,
when minutes become hours,
she's starting to cry,
none will ever know why,
she,
she a soft one at heart,
gave up her true love,
all for her art.
(C) Livvi

Dominique,
The nicer version,
He spoke to me with tongue of fork,
What did Livvi do, bar laugh.
He gave her a giggle,
with the words the she wrote,
So, in her most indignant style,
she said she'd pen something far less vile.
He has a heart of gold,
but he's just a friend,
he's much too old,
he's a very good writer,
with a mighty pen.
He writes of true love and flowers,
not as risque,
as Livvi,
this cute piskie,
but he's okay to chat to every day,
Dominique,
he's my critique,
He kinda makes me giggle,
not much more as I'm a tad fickle!
(C) Livvi

Be not numb or dumb,
live not in eternal night,
live in bright lights and sparkles,
lift up from the doldrums,
while the heart it still sparkles,
as it speaks and it feels,
and it's fate becomes sealed,
no need,
Upon the lady he feeds,
No joke is she,
professing not unknown love,
known and rich,
Her love is given free,
to thee and only thee.
(C) Livvi

Bright balloons,
they flutter in the breeze,
colourful streamers,
flicked from the trees,
playing a role of their own.
they hang as prayer flags.
Sometimes the sky cries,
loudly,
only for the loved and lost,
how dare they go and die.

Candles guard their yard,
protecting eternal life,
sentinels to the hallowed plots,

The spirits of the young,
they skip and trip,
stepping over the flagged markers of long passed elders.

Parents cry,
sometimes discreetly,
sometimes wailing,
an admission of sorrow at their loss,
others clutching emotion far inside,
locked up tight,
while denying their loss.

Pray sweet spirits,
pray,
you sleep tight,
for the occupants of the infants graveyard,
No more living load to bear here.

Cold silence hangs in the air,
supported by the strings of pain,
sleep peaceful,
resting in your blessed innocence!
(C) Livvi

Special feelings,
A weird bond,
Once procured
In words,
of face to face love,
and those  lain on the line,
For I don't cry more,
Nor cry any less,
I cry for no man,
I cry only,
through my pen,
for the one man who matters,
who matters to me,
he holds my fragile heart,
and my soul in his hands,
I will love him always,
but ,like birds we fly free,
I will always love you and you will always love me,
and I am honoured,
and blessed,
to have shared precious time,
only with precious you!
(C) Livvi

Hello dear friend,
It's another one of those ******* begging letters,
Sent by those with foreign names,
Saying daddy dear is dead,
left her half a million,
at least,
Can't stick it anywhere,
now daddy's deceased,
she thought she'd try me,
could you send me bank details,
somewhere I can stash my cash,
I will share it with you,
you have my word,
the one that spake with robbing tongue,
must think we all are idiots,
fraid to say,
I'm really not!
So,
******* take your begging letters,
Stick them where the sun don't shine,
What's yours is yours,
and what's mine is mine!!
(C) Livvi

His name,
well it is Dominique,
wants to be a woman,
perhaps,
as he slips into his plaid skirt,
thought it rather itchy,
he could be rather ******,
Starts off in high heels,
yes,
Then he dons his rubbers,
I said Dons,
not Dom's,
then feeds his fetish,
pulls up his welly boots,
into rubber you know!
He traipses to the shop of ***,
there he buys a gimp suit,
gives his girlfriend whips and chains,
she locks him up in the cellar,
he's a really funny fella,
I'm sure he is okay,
but, I guess I'll never know!
(C) Livvi

My my, how things change in a year,
from going from no-one to one,
you,
Yes,
You, who I hold dear,
You are stuck between my teeth,
Fixed in my eyes,
You're making me weak,
My strength you're depleting,
I'm fading away,
Too quickly,
I'm groping,
Ostracised by a phantom,
He is real,
he hides inside my head,
He really is there,
He's lucky,
So lucky that I can bother to find the time,
to waste on one so dismal,
and so dark,
and then I remember times in the park,
hopping on stepping stones,
while hiding his bottle in my coat,
He's getting rather frisky,
As I hold onto his whisky,
Protecting his heart of gold,
inside my summer jacket,
You're not allowed to drink outdoors,
all  of his assets hidden under my clothes!
(C) Livvi

Her bed wouldn't release her,
Despite the alarm clock's vicious bite,
had a late one last night,
hey, Jenna,
Mother called,
time to get up honey,
get your *** moving,
and I'll chuck you some money,
maybe get you fast food breakfast,
won't tell you again,
that time was the last.
Jenna fell out of bed,
chucked on her clothes,
looked like a clothes horse,
with a pierced nose,
She wiped on her daily slap,
told the world that school was crap,
wiped on a phoney grin,
Mamma said she must go in,

In a very loud voice,
She spouted,
only thing worth having,
was not education,
but  in her classes gangs of boys.
Had enough of dictatorial teachers,
she could still hang out in bed,
learning from dreams,
instead,

She  so hated mother's nagging,
practised in old bagging,
She had no yearning for  learning,
all she wants to do is sleep!
(C) Livvi

She was once a child,
Stands to reason you know,
"Hey presto,
Kapow,"
In walked the drunk,
a skunk,
she's a silly cow,
Fed him to her from a spoon,
he's gone,
thank God,
and still,
she finds more,
from memory,
without intention,
the circle,
once complete,
then round it goes,
round again,
and again,
it's twisted,
in love with pain,
perhaps,
mishaps,
all she found when grown,
were men of ***
and drugs and rock'n'roll,
covered up in disrespect.

and the prophecy,
well maybe,
it's breached,
she's broken free,
laid stranded on a sandy beach,
the waves wash over her,
they're waving goodbye,
to drunks and skunks,
and flashy trash,
and her self-fulfilling prophecy gets smashed!
(C) Livvi

The poetess has ears,
Her eyes are open wide,
Her eyes they see,
And they believe,
they believe in talking therapies,
and walking therapies,
They believe in free expression,
Freedom to choose,
Regret nothing,
what do they lose,
Or what they lost,
You have an issue,
Talk to the poetess,
She'll bring along her tissues,
You may cry,
Permission granted,
She does it too,
Make her sad,
She'll cry over you,
But, she is not sad or sorry,
Try to destroy her,
She'll pen it  out,
In her way of passion,
She will shout,
and scream,
and sort it out,
with the clout of her pen!
(C) Livvi