Feeble is love.
Weak as a kitten.
Indiscreet and tiny.
Hidden in corners.
Lands in laps unexpectedly.
Feisty as a puppy.
With needle teeth he nips.
Needle teeth and eyes combined.
Snares sweetheart, love is blind.
Puppy love hides in corners.
Think love is simple?
He's not.
A constrictor, he is waiting to crush you.
Before he slithers slowly away.
Revealed yesterday.
Departing today.
(C) LIVVI X 2014

Darkness creeping in.
Weighing heavy, leaden on my eyes.
My muscles ache intolerably.
Need for sleep all keen.
Hazy mist descends my eyes.
I drift, I slip,
Through hazy mirrored ***** window eyes, I try to peep.
Is this a dream?
Not yet asleep, I think,
Mind trips.
Light's not fantastic,
Silhouetted soul, in shadows fixed,
Male, all male in build.
Moves to my bed.
I freeze.
For I cannot scream.
My hands are bound with strings of shadow,  
I cannot break free.

A silent scream I make.
My face he strokes, with cobweb fingers, made of lace.
He strokes and soothes, the chill I feel.
His icy fingers scratch my skin, my beauty full destroyed!
I feel the chill inside.
On my bed edge he sits.
Puts his hand under my cover.
He climbs inside, he's soon astride.
Riding like chill wind, hell on fire.
Icy demon.
This night I recover, demon child conceived.
Demon was not.
Hell no, was the child of a long dead lover!
The child was born full fair of face.
With gentle grace and a glint in her eye.
No-one will know how and why her mode of conception occurred ,
Hell, I thought it was a dream!
(C) LIVVI X

Darkness creeping in.
Weighing heavy, leaden on my eyes.
My muscles ache intolerably.
Need for sleep all keen.
Hazy mist descends my eyes.
I drift, I slip,
Through hazy mirrored ***** window eyes, I try to peep.
Is this a dream?
Not yet asleep, I think,
Mind trips.
Light's not fantastic,
Silhouetted soul, in shadows fixed,
Male, all male in build.
Moves to my bed.
I freeze.
For I cannot scream.
My hands are bound with strings of shadow,  
I cannot break free.

A silent scream I make.
My face he strokes, with cobweb fingers, made of lace.
He strokes and soothes, the chill I feel.
His icy fingers scratch my skin, my beauty full destroyed!
I feel the chill inside.
On my bed edge he sits.
Puts his hand under my cover.
He climbs inside, he's soon astride.
Riding like chill wind, hell on fire.
Icy demon.
This night I recover, demon child conceived.
Demon was not.
Hell no, was the child of a long dead lover!
The child was born full fair of face.
With gentle grace and a glint in her eye.
No-one will know how and why her mode of conception occurred ,
Hell, I thought it was a dream!
(C) LIVVI X

Darkness creeping in.
Weighing heavy, leaden on my eyes.
My muscles ache intolerably.
Need for sleep all keen.
Hazy mist descends my eyes.
I drift, I slip,
Through hazy mirrored ***** window eyes, I try to peep.
Is this a dream?
Not yet asleep, I think,
Mind trips.
Light's not fantastic,
Silhouetted soul, in shadows fixed,
Male, all male in build.
Moves to my bed.
I freeze.
For I cannot scream.
My hands are bound with strings of shadow,  
I cannot break free.

A silent scream I make.
My face he strokes, with cobweb fingers, made of lace.
He strokes and soothes, the chill I feel.
His icy fingers scratch my skin, my beauty full destroyed!
I feel the chill inside.
On my bed edge he sits.
Puts his hand under my cover.
He climbs inside, he's soon astride.
Riding like chill wind, hell on fire.
Icy demon.
This night I recover, demon child conceived.
Demon was not.
Hell no, was the child of a long dead lover!
The child was born full fair of face.
With gentle grace and a glint in her eye.
No-one will know how and why her mode of conception occurred ,
Hell, I thought it was a dream!
(C) LIVVI X

Stuck fast.
Two tongues.
No need to rip apart.
Ice sticks.
Lollipops for licking.
Fragile dipped on wooden sticks.
Sweet love of feline lady.
In battleship grey concealed.
The once openness of heart removed.
Stars bow down in crouching grace.

Tried to catch the suns rays.
Dared to try.
Fingers of children burned.
Uplifting the sullen face.
Extort a stupid smile.
(C) Livvi x 2014

AAAtishoo!
Quick, please pass me a tissue.

Ran out of toilet roll.
Quick, please pass me a tissue.

A wet face dripping as tears drizzle.
Quick, please pass me a tissue.

Make up smudged in need of wiping.
Quick, please pass me a tissue.

Burned skin severely, in need a graft.
Quick, please pass me a tissue.

Human beings made of varying tissues.
Various colours.

Make me some tissues.
Not the ones from a box.


By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

You make me laugh.
I curl up as a strand of hair may.
When in my mind you play.
Sometimes you make me cry and bleed.
My heart put out to seed.
At times you make me smile inside.

Occasionally I drown in your depths.
Once in a while I burn with your passion.
But then I remember.
I am just one of you.
Just a poet.
A mere poet.
A poet full of smiles.
The black heart nurse with heart of solid gold.

My crystal pen speaks
See through my words.
Dissect me and uncover me.
Discover what I mean.
You'll find I'm nearly normal!
(C) LIVVI 2014

The cliffs totter as they fall into the sea.
Near silent cove hides secret rock pools.
Revealed  only as tide dispersed.
Scattered pebbles rotund.
Shiny, worn into seas virtual jewels.
Find sometimes a flattened one, an oddity.
Perceived monotone stones lay silent, almost sullen.
A scrutiny of eyes close up.
Reveal cold visage.
Hard cold features, static.
The young ones come with parents in tow.
Collect a few before they go.
Discharged duty of suffering waves lash.
Shower of rain will sometimes wash.
To a rockery in the garden those precious stones are relocated.
Memories of a trip to the beach perfectly recreated.
(C) LIVVI  2014

Deceased in thought.
Travesty of gross injustice.
He is still here, his heart survived.
He lives, he breathes with influence as a toxic worm.
Perhaps a vampire,draining life from dying souls, awaiting breaths last gasp.
Law of double effects, **** or cure?
Maybe just a mega- high.
Expressionless face.
Eyes sunken as if the tide has overtaken the sure.
The sure and certain resurrection to a better place.
Was desertion really your type-cast role?
Ready not to leave the Earth and all her pleasantries.
A soldier of misfortune reaching only for the moon.
(C) LIvvi

Thought maybe growing up, would mean tumbling down the slippery hill.
Lose my goals beneath my feet.
But I didn't.
Keen to be an adult.
Do what the big girls do.

Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.
Sought out controversy.
From the land of fools.
What I got I did not want.
Thought I did .
I didn't want it really.

And did those feet from ancient times lead me in the wrong direction?
Maybe they did, maybe they didn't.
Finally at the juicy age of fifty.
Am not stumbling or tumbling.
Nor tripping the light fantastic.
Found a pile of discarded *******.
Finally threw it in the bin.
Once missing, now recouped.
My long lost self-esteem!
(C) LIVVI X 2014

There's a dragon in the garden.
Huffing, puffing, billowing smoke.
Trees recoil in abject horror.
Dragon's noisy.
Hissing and sparking.
Dragon melts in to the atmosphere.
High-flown brazen.
Hideously beautiful.
He puts forth his strike.
Striking out at dried out leaves.

A stupendous bang.
An explosion of long dead transmitters spray across the lawn.
Popping loudly as they fly.
Spawned from dragons guts.
Someone fed him a disused T.V.
From his belly sparked kaleidoscope of coloured lights.
Children should not feed the bonfire.
(C) LIvvi 2014

Precious flower budded.
Pastel pink, with scarlet skirt.
Sat almost in an acorn cup.
Shut tight.
Dressed in waxy coat.
Shrugging off the raindrops, as they splash back.
Exploding from the pool of slush.
Once known as the garden.
Locked up inside new life.
She opens gradually.
Face looking for the springtime sun.
Seeking novel inspiration.
To cheer in new seasons.
Reflective in restoration.

A subtle buzz.
Hums it's own tune.
His pollen sacks bear no heaviness.
He can't bear it.
Look closely.
You can maybe see his tears.
Perhaps he'll starve.
Maybe his hive can't thrive.
Flowers may be once again be kissable.
When winters rain has died.
(C) Livvi 2014

Drifting down canals in Venice.
Gondola on peaceful drift.
Look to the right sun shines bright.
Over the public house on the bank.
While aged horse traipses by.
Through Suez Canal drifting the world, with no sighs in sight.
This morning I rise,
My teeth they are screaming.
My root canals are in need of filling!
(C) LIVVI 2014

Welcome to Southampton.
My home.

From the bowels of the ground.
Roman history found.
Bones of legions of soldiers, interred.
Trinkets, medieval of iron and brass.
Safely locked away undiscovered.
The city underground, now found.
An excavation of city life from ancient days.
Museums forgiven for  Victorian remnants withheld.
Now set free for all to see.


Delivered Titanic in majesty unto evil seas.
Where devils of ice took a chew from her bow.
Reflect on what became of her now.
Where folks sang in harmony, as anchors raised.
Her magnificent  glory, all beauty praised.
And children played on the quayside.
The future was locked and lost at first berth.
Monsters of seas snatched her from Earth.

My city my home.
Steeped in histories mysteries.
Kept safe in the diaries of time!
(C) Livvi

Daddy dear.
You were cold the day I touched your hand, although you were alive.
Colder still the day you died.
Could not kiss your furrowed brow.
The last time that I saw your pallid face.
Chilled entirely by the fateful kiss of death.

Dear Daddy.
Left behind so much unsaid.
In a world, a resting world.
Played like a violin, somewhat out of tune.
Now nothing can atone the missing moments.
You know those ones we rarely shared.

Father dear,
Yes, that you were.
In marriage I was made.
The ultimate move I made.
I touched your hands, clasped in peaceful death.
And I said "sorry".

Into the fire your heart was burned.
Since that  day some thing I learned.
You left me a gift.
The greatest legacy.
Somewhere in my geno-type.
Mapped out my dearest love to write.
You wrote too.
I never knew!
(C) Livvi. 2014

All things weird and wonderful.
The poet writes them down.
The words from nutty nightmares.
Well, most are preconceived.
When the words flow greatly
Emotions flow so free.
Go and put the kettle on.
I need a cup of tea!

Feeds my writes with darkness.
And with sweet flowers too.
Fill my head with poetry.
To stop me feeling blue.
(C) Livvi x

1720, work’s all done.
Listen boss, I got to dash.
Stopped at florist.
Bought red roses for his lover.
Ran down the street clutching his bunch.
Glanced at his watch.
Sees that he’s late.
To meet the wife.
Anniversary date.
Puts his hand in jacket pocket.
Aims to find his mobile.
Silly sod forgot it.

Got to the phone box on the corner of the street.
Waited a minute or two.
Until in desperation, to give apologetic explanation.
Tap, tap tap, he rapped.
Bashes on the phone box door.
A silly old dear with hair rinsed in blue.
Spins round with venomous tongue.
Shouts out loud.
“Be patient son”.
“Can’t you see I’m having a chat!”
Chatter chatter.
Natter natter.
On and on she went.
Dude outside was going mental.

Mrs Ancient left the cubicle.
Throwing ***** looks around.
Huffing a puffing, like the dragon she is.
The flower man flies in the box.
Receiver picked up.
Dials lady lover’s number.
Typically the number’s engaged.
So, spitting fire the fella’s enraged.
Tired of trying to explain.
Knowing his next train is due in a while.
Runs from the kiosk not wearing a smile.
In his ire he chucked the roses.
Landed in the ******* bin.
At the terminus of train at last.
The flower seller grinned at him.
She could see his stress shine through.
Sold him a bunch of lilies of peace.
Before on to the train he swept.

Key in the front door.
Inside he ventured.
Smelling cremated dinner burn.
“Oops darling I’m so sorry.
You’d never believe the day I had.
See darling.
I didn’t forget our anniversary!”
(C) Livvi 2014

Take my coffee with sugar, teaspoon and a bit.
Have tea with no sugar at all, cos I'm a funny *****.
Don't eat very often,although I love my food.
Work  much too much.
Must be cos I love it.

Live in dress of royalish blue.
Which comes off as I hit my bed
Enjoying life only way that I know how.
With my pen in hand.
Me,myself and I are very rarely rude.
My persona unraveled, so now you read me ****.
(c) Livvi

“Mr Pyre, come on through.”
“Pop your bottom in my chair.”
“Open wide, please Mr Pyre”
Mr Pyre shaking, quaking in his ***** boots.
Couldn’t bear the dentist.
Was so very scared.
Nurse pops on his cape.
So no dribble spilled.
Mr Pyre, the frightened patient.
Wasn’t very thrilled.
Dentist stuck his mirror in poor Mr Pyre’s mouth.
Sees nothing.
Shocked as no reflection seen.
Very discreet.
All knowing grin.

Working with vampires never ideal.
As Mr Pyre’s teeth they grew.
Leaped out of the chair.
Thought he’d have an early lunch.
Dentist was no more.
For lunch, Mr Pyre munched his dental man.
Ate the nurse, receptionist too.
Extracted his cape of plastic.
Restored his own.
Being a vampire, such a curse!
Then from the surgery he flew.

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)


By ladylivvi1
© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

She hit the deck in the land of Aurora with an ‘orrible bang.
Awaiting a grin and a sun kissed smile.
As boldly to chase her luggage she went.
She waited a while to research her smile
Hold on, hold off.
A huff and puff.
She’s lost her stuff.
Can’t find her rugby kit.
Oh dear!
The trip of sky cruising.
A whole lot of losing.
Glowering at the carousel.
All the luggage came and went.
Her clothes nowhere to be found.
Lost them as she hit the ground.
Poor girlie, not a stitch to wear.
© Livvi Kent 2014

A voice from the dark.
Woman of honour is truly blessed.
Provided thee with a cherished spark.
The joy thy bought was never guessed.
Never believed, would make a choice.
When with dulcet tones you saved.
Lady spoke he heard her voice.
That vocal poet, she who raved.
Perchance that flowers of love occur.
Enhance those feelings, let them grow.
May our feelings be as one, with that I do concur.
Only you and I know.
Something’s are maybe meant to be.
Perhaps that poet man and me.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

My second book x Very descriptive dark imagery... don't seek flowers in here! Love Livvi x
http://www.lulu.com/shop/olivia-kent/enter-the-darkness/paperback/p...

Can I see thee, through those windows?
Misty, grimy, opaque, but clearing.
What is foreseen, as yet nobody knows.
A presence gentle, truly nearing.
Force exuded filled with passion.
Hark thee one of gentle voice,
A lady, once pallid and ashen,
Lady fair, hath now a choice.
Greets a suitor from nether world.
Maybe lady, has new chance.
Comes to call, with love unfurled,
Novel way to find romance.
She knows not yet, what she hath found,
Deep in the land of underground.

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

SANCTUARY
Remember the harsh winter beach?
Where days of summer succulence once did reach.
Now forlorn, carried away on primordial storm.
Masses of shingle inter-mingle with piles of sodden sand.
Oscillating waves tickle toes of summer now in suspension.
Caught on windswept winter’s current termination.

Seas’ slimy hair washed up on the shoreline.
Now lingering lonely.
Awaiting her great escape.
Another wild ride on the tide.
When the next storms awaken the spring.


By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

REST IN PEACE?
Long legged lady.
She smiled.
Subtle smile all of her own.
Glint in her mischievous eye.
She’s a wild beast.
Misrepresented in the world.
Slumbers dumb.
Until the instant nasal greeting.
Perfume of *****.
An instant alive.
A nose full of fire.
Sees a feline creeping.
Timidly perched on the fence
En route to somewhere else.
Timid beast becomes savage.
Ballarat, makes a small pooch freak.

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

And Then There Were Words my first book is re-incarnated and back on sale, minus typos.
My next book ,a book of my dark poetry should be out by next week **
Love Livvi x
http://www.lulu.com/shop/olivia-kent/and-then-there-were-words-a-passion-for-poetry/paperback/product-21406426.html?showPreview=true

The sky is full of ***** sheets.
Billows of cloud sails in the air.
Nature forgot to put the washing on.
Those clouds are really black.

True life mother.
Well, what a twerp.
Neglected to bring the last lot in.
Still drenched from days ago.

Doesn’t really matter much.
As, when mother brings it in.
It will be really clean.
A purging fit of fury rain and wind will clean it yet again.
Although the sky is grubby.
The breeze still really fresh!
(c) Livvi x

Playing on the Midnight Bridge

Gyrated at midnight.
Restless spirit.
Atmospheric, ethereal.
Vaguely visible through the smog.
Under the bridge of sighs.
He once cried.
The air infiltrated with wails of despair.
His pain cried louder than his voice.

Noble noose with its own perspective.
His treasured prize had gone.
Slipped as he blundered into night.
Forlorn.
A mistake not turning back.
Bridge became gibbet.
Dropped fast.
And he swung as he hung.
His heart destroyed by disloyal lover
Girlfriend committed greatest treason.
And he hung by Traitor’s Gate.

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I am re-jigging my book...  I received my copy and have found a couple of typo's.
I will inform my friends on here when it's  done..Early next week will be ready!
Sorry my first attempt x!
Thank you ** Livvi

I don't speak spaceman she said with a grin.
When into the craft she went.
Was parked on the grass at the rear of her tent.
There met an alien ugly as sin.
Invited her in to join him for gin.
Or maybe a game of rummy.
Neither one could understand.
Non-verbal communication ensued.
They had a hug and laid on the rug.
When sipping their gin.
The two of them,
The alien invader, ugly as sin.
And maiden fair who chucked her hand in.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Initial day at uni.
Took a little stumble.
As down the road I rumbled.
World of study.
Well thought out.
Off my bike I tumbled.
Over the handlebars.
In front of the cars.
A not amusing somersault.
It really wasn’t funny.
My humerus, got broke
Not at all amusing,
Certainly no joke.
Not a funny bone to break.
University was no ball.

Off to uni.
Arm in cast.
In front of the others.
What a giggle.
Trainee nurse in pyjamas.
Battle of the one armed fly.
Impossibly undone!
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Another day in the life of a nobody's wife.
Nobody there to get in my hair.
Not to be nagged by a.n.other.
No-one to tell me what I can do.
My money only my own can be.
Arguing with myself.
A pointless exercise.
Only exercise I get these days.
Is that I power with my pen.
Over the years became rather wise.
And yet again tell myself,
I love that being free.
I tell you too but, is it true?
If million more years fly by.
You know I'll still be me!

I still have a lonely bed.
No hand to hold.
A heart not cold.
A zany head.
Thank you my friend, I love that equation.
Once again I descend on work.
Comes across several more needy folk.
Feeling sore.
A belly ache or back ache.
Doc and I will put the world to rights.
For now how ever,
What ever the weather.
A trip up the road,where things stay the same.
Where nobodies wife gives nobody pain.
Hurts myself not again, I only give myself no more.
Guess what my friend, I miss it!

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Take the silken ribbon from my hair.
Wrap it tight around my neck.
For on cold nights of loneliness.
In darkness.
My cold body sits.
My neck bruised in compassion.
Once there in sight.
Was once there in mind.
There for company.
Seek and thou shall find my friend.

Embalmed behind a sullen smile.
Austere.
Such quiet company.
In dignified silence sat.
My mouth stitched shut.
Calling out is not aloud.

I feel you watching me.
While in eternity I sleep.
A presence around me.
I feel that you want me.
Caught by skeins of royal blue.
Oxygen depleted.
In a tapestry of captivity.

But I am not yours.
Only God can set me free.
(C) Livvi

Love is a *******.
Always a *****.
Covered in richness.
Given in wealth.
Painted in passion.
Usually red.
Brings about health.
Should it fail once again.
Embalmed interpretations.
As love brings with her pain.
Disillusioned once again.
As love becomes the bringer of loss.
(c) Livvi

A voice in the morning niggles at my head.
Not the voice of schizophrenia.
A real voice indeed.
Before I fall I think of you.
And when I wake I do so too.
It’s all very weird.
To me endeared.
Let’s pretend we’re not friends.
I wonder.
The stars lace the sky in diamond rings.
Let’s see what tomorrow brings.
For me, it’s work.
With its trials and tribulations.
Just puts some pennies in my pocket.
I am a realist for now.
Believe not in love.
She’s a holy cow.
Always let her rip me to pieces, don’t know how!
(c) Livvi 2014

One missing thing.
A final kiss goodbye before we expire.
Not a word of thank you.
As you now lay dying, impaled on love's fatal spike.
Thank you for moments.
And for measurable pleasures, once or twice.
Jesus Christ they were so nice.
What were silken ribbons, turned in strings.
Frayed at the edges, melted to seal.
The way once two did feel.
From you there were no thanks for times of worry spent.
I realise now in ignorance your heart was only lent.
Hope your birthday was a blast.
To worry anymore is daft!
(c) Livvi

Silhouetted shadows creep silently, through the mysterious half light mist of the wine fueled mayhem.

The party was in full swing.
Wind blew softly around their ears, gently rustling her soft tresses,
He gently stroked her cheek, smiling,to himself.
Feeling relaxed in her presence, she turned into his touch edging her body closer to his.
Never before had she felt so wanted.
He made her feel so special.
Their kisses were passionate, filled with potential for the creation of ecstasy, between two young people in love.
The silence of their first moment was shattered, as a new experience became so intense.
They both erupted into internal quivering,as they each provided ****** touches, experiences never experienced before.
Her touch was so tender, as his was so strong.
Both appearing to know what it was all about in the promotional anticipation of such uncertain pleasure.
He gently ushered her down,laying her near naked body onto the grass.
He fondled her breast, while she reached to his manhood, this was a new experience.
They were both overtaken by physical desire.
His rigid **** entered her slowly, gently, they moved in near perfect rhythm, building up momentum, waiting for warm waves and explosions internally in unison.
Their love was now sealed, the memory of purity extracted.
He held her tight and kissed her.
They walked hand in hand back into to the party.
Knowing something that no-one else would ever know...it was their own secret!
A first love sealed!
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I love you with my heart and I love you with my soul.
A precious gift.
My world behold.
Had enough of nothing left.
Nothing left at all.
Love is needed now to satisfy my precious heart.
Relieve my empty soul.
And there you live in front of me.
Wiped clean my eyes and made me see.
(c) Livvi

I love you with my heart and I love you with my soul.
A precious gift.
My world behold.
Had enough of nothing left.
Nothing left at all.
Love is needed now to satisfy my precious heart.
Relieve my empty soul.
And there you live in front of me.
Wiped clean my eyes and made me see.
(c) Livvi

At the bus stop,a beautiful dormouse nibbled.
Gnawing away at a roll filled with sausage.
The freak with the tea-bag face.
Let's call her Alice.
Fair maid.
Mousy fair hair cradled her shoulders.
Reminiscent of Wonderland.
No blue and white pinafore dress.
Just a pair of leggings wrapped in complex patterns.
A medley of cream, brown and black.
Fluffy ebony boots of winter.
One missing thing no Cheshire cat here.
The road is rather too hectic for a cat to come and frolic.
Not even a fantasy cat with a grin.
Alice's mother stood close at hand.
Protecting her as they wait.
Quick as a flash.
The bus came.
Right one for me.
Doubt if I'll see bus-stop Alice ever again.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Life’s much too Short
For another million years I’d love to write.
Burning passion inside.
Death, the night of life will take me away too soon.
Carry me into the doom.
Into the dark land of once was life.

Keep my poems safe and sound.
While I’m sleeping underground.
Want no more to live and breed.
Just to write and read.
Find my name in a bibliography upon the shelf.
Maybe In the library of heaven, should I find the truth inside?
Does heaven truly exist?
(c) Livvi

Found a discarded mince pie.
Left under the spineless Christmas tree.
Picked it up and ate it.
It was still in the box.
The date said fresh and fresh it was.
Yum, she thought let’s eat.
Was so delicious, yes it was.
Enjoyed it oh so very much.
One problem with her mince pie sweet.
The pastry crumbled, what a mess.
Sweet reflection of Christmas.
So recently passed.
When on her own she had a blast.

The turkeys are fed up.
Only one or two remain.
Said goodbye to all their friends to breed and breed again.
Thanks given for their friends.
Waiting for next Christmas to visit.
(c) Livvi

Mr Rain emptied his buckets.
Firmament a brightness of blue.
No clouds christen this glorious sky.
Sun light shining before our eyes.
A wonderful sight.
Growth of New Year as tree she unfurls.
Novelty of dotted growth stuck tight.
On shoots of winter’s broken limbs.
Rain overnight.
Morning donates her renewed delight!

Yesterday.
Sunshine smiled a little.
Chill dared to nip at beaks.
Tickled ears at first light.
Glory be!
In a hidden hurry the ice rushed away.
Unnoticed as the day dashed on.
And then the miserable rain came once more.
Soon to be snow so the seer says!
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Strike a light.
Simple.
Imagine.
Should the great fire of London become again lit?
History.
Ablaze.
In the blink of an eye all gone.
Smouldering remnants.
All Britain’s yesterday’s destroyed.
Gone in a puff of green smoke.
A world of tourism gone in a flash.
Powers that be, think of the cash!
Loyal fire people out on strike.
Spent as matches, if you like!

Even the great fires of anywhere.
Firefighters all out on strike.
Support these souls of bravery.
Stand side by side in strength.
Stand in solidarity.
Far and wide.
Our nation great
No choices left.
Loss of life.
Our nation maybe falls again
(c) Livvi

Freshly laundered coat of white.
Overnight the ****** visited.
Cold hands, no gloves displayed.
Without sound she tripped.
Over the sidewalk.
Was to become a ***** girl.
Sullied by the lies of men.

Over the city her limbs did splay.
Snowflakes,
Pure innocence, before the break of day.
While city slept, left at peace.
Left to rest.
Not yet corrupted by the soles of man or beast.
Veritable thrill of sterile chill.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I have a photograph of you.
A fatalistic image stuck in my eye.
Like a piece of ***** grit.
Sharp and caustic.
With acidic bite.
Picture ripped, torn into thirds.
Spread between you and I.
Via fantastic words.


His pessimistic transparency.
Shot him in the foot.
Foot dripped claret.
A carpet ruined.
Stained with blood of the obscene.

Nightmares melted into dreams.
Temperate,
Into honest evaporation dissolved.
In rebellion,my heart's released.
The compassionate one once more is free.
A rapid hummingbird.
Sweet nectar, pure extraction.

On the next day you are released.
For after your birthday tomorrow,
Darling I only pray you rest in peace.
The delicate flower washed away.
Free to dance and write and play.
Forever and another day.
Alone and sour.
A salty twang.
Goodbye my sweet,
All gone.
Bang!




By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Constructing the Year Anew!

I skipped on the wind to infinity.
Nearing insanity, not!
Riding on ice floes and hedges.
Now and then perched on the fence.
Betting the moon will cease to glow.
As last year,bade blurred adieu.

Her feminine face wrapped in chiffon.
Rippling in the breeze of night.
Rustling as the tree tops she tenderly strokes.
With merciful light as blessing of naive honour.
Not knowing the gift of the year to come.

Onward and upwards I ride.
Toss my hair over the shoulder of time.
Time and tide stand alone.
While waiting for love not to trip.

A night cruiser flowing on mortality's tides.
January until to the ides of March.
I creep coldly in silent sensitive chill.
Waiting for love to pick old ribbons apart and thrill me.
Decipher the mystical one.
DNA made me.
Let mRNA make me remember the one I was before.
May the candle in the bathroom burn ever hot.
Let me see the light.
The light of my life.

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sweet lady in bones of whales wrapped!
Bustling out from behind.
Corset gripping at wasted skin.
Skirt stood as parachute.
For lovelorn lady who cried.
Dropped by her lover.
She wanted to die.

In a fashion of air filled hoops.
Laced up in corsets of bone.
Took sweet ladies breath away.
Trendy fashion of the day.
Chucked herself from bridge so high.
Spurned lady the wind caught her bustle,
So did she fly?
The trussed Victorian lady.
(c) Livvi x

In Corsets and Crinoline.

Tight lady in bones of whales wrapped!
Bustling out from behind.
Corset gripping at wasted skin.
Skirt stood as parachute.
For lovelorn lady who cried.
Dropped by her lover.
She wanted to die.

In a fashion of air filled hoops.
Laced up in corsets of bone.
Took sweet ladies breath away.
Trendy fashion of the day.
Chucked herself from bridge so high.
Spurned lady the wind caught her bustle,
So did she fly?
The trussed Victorian lady.

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