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Jan 2014 · 431
This isn't a Poem!
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
I have now published on Lulu.com

Olivia Kent

LadyPoetry1

ISBN 978-1-291_69561-4.

Title

And Then There Were Words-A  Passion for Poetry.

This contains my earlier works..from A-I alphabetically.



Thanks to my friend Dom for helping me sort it out!
Livvi
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
Sent his woman a letter in French.
In obsession, The Marquis De Sade.
As in thy passion thy ***** thou didst wrench.
Thy being held high in disregard.
Obsessed with the perverse.
Creator of *******, slavery cruel.
Written his violence as ****** curse.
This power crazed man did his harem rule.
In ******* and pains.
Lashed up in a gimps.
Whipping with chains.
Wants lots of dosh, wishes of pimps.
Modern day tale of the Marquis De Sade.
A cruel ******* whose *** was hard.
Made a few short alterations to this x
Jan 2014 · 541
Sonnet Three!
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
Sonnet Three

Blowing of thy wind extreme.
Ships of men avert thy course.
Power of thine wind supreme.
To face this day his mighty force.
The rain will fall in vengeful scorn.
Forceful wind blew sunshine out.
Stormy life left men forlorn.
Thy wind and rain thy face do clout.
The glass of mine protection.
Feeding me thy draft.
Leaving feelings only of sour abjection.
And that wind she only laughed.
Amidst our world so very wet once so very hot.
Our sodden lands as now they are should ne’er be forgot.





By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jan 2014 · 1.1k
Woman Breathes!
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
Another new year is here.
Train pulled into the rain drenched station.
Where once stood a child of temperance mild.
The guard of the heart.
He shouted all change.
Squashed up at the window her nose.
Eyes looking sharply for new tomorrows.
As a wolf she howls.
Tis time to make amends.
Analysis of honest of friends and find at last reality.
A reality of normality perhaps.

Once was lost in blinding panic.
Takes in air and standing static.
Stock of situation.
Gives her some renewal.
The zany lady Livvi.
Once lived on rocket fuel.
Time to settle to maybe even become tranquil.
Time to settle and relax.
Life needs giving bit of slack.
Silly woman needs to breathe fresh ideas.
Perhaps a kiss on the cheek.
Is that maybe all that she could wish for?
To fill her lungs once more with trust.
She believes it is.
Before a wasted life turns into rust.
Before her eyes.
Unnoticed!
©Livvi 2014
Jan 2014 · 439
Second Sonnet!
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
Second Sonnet

Sailing on seas of seven.
Thy beauty blessed by the tide.
Drifts on seeking love in Heaven.
To be thy one and only bride.
Thou hast greeted winter's chill.
Deliver thine 'o' child in time.
Desires not thine heart to ****.
Cold of winters changed in clime.
Time deeply changed her precious form
Thine way of love decapitates.
When winter leaves may love be warm.
A cherished heart he so berates.
Should summer not again be found.
Thy love not locked underground.

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Well I actually quite like these...however, the Baird I shall never be!
Jan 2014 · 796
Night Sonnet!
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
By darkness mid sweet night.
Blurred dreams in royal blue.
In placated sense of self delight.
A heart of gold was stole from you.
Captured in true reality.
This dream no more doth hover.
The wailing of the banshee.
Who once was trusted lover.
Thy man from sleep.
Who flowers brings.
Will surely weep.
When promises of wedding rings.
Through vacant eyes thee waits to see.
If truly darling thou wants me.

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
I have never written a sonnet before!
See I have a nice side too...not always a dark poet!
Jan 2014 · 607
What Is?
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
What is?

What is love?
Love is the heart in a scarlet robe.
Glowing and knowing.

And,
What is beauty?
Beauty,
the wonder held close to the soul.

What is wealth?
Wealth is a dragon opulent,
Wanting for nothing.
A being inhabiting.
Only the periphery of modern day life.

What is pride?
Pride is the lion,
That fits in a group.
Something resulting from pleasure's achieved.
Pride is the precursor to God awful fall.

And
What is friendship?
Friendship is a french kiss.
Leaves the ******* tangle of metaphor.
Knowing true friendship,
Needs no explanation.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
Needing sleep and needing ***.
Both are long forgot.
Last time *** partook.
About the year dot
There is a man named Adam,
Certainly no husband of Eve.
Would love to get his paws on me and thus my heart deceive.

He can go and whistle down a long and winding road.
Sorry, should I reconsider?
Never
The wiles of the one.
Who so resembles slimy toad.
Loves me for my body.
Kind of likes my brain.
To go and play along.
Rather ruddy insane.
Have a wonderful suggestion.
Sleep is somewhat better.
Perhaps with just a little luck.
He may forget he met her!

Guess Who can't sleep! It's 0248.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jan 2014 · 491
Heaven Cries!
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
She strolled into the house of the holy.
Face filled with misery.
Drops down on her humble knees.
Begging forgiveness.
From one who is not there.

So,
How can one be convinced
That meeting and greeting at the end of her world.
Her maker will be met.
A hand-shaker maybe to welcome her in.
As if business meeting almost begins.
Discuss over coffee,
Mortal sins.

Mulls over who loses.
And who in hell wins.
Who drinks from the famous half full up cup.
Perceiving, believing that nobody knows.
Is heaven a rumour?
For heaven she weeps!

This is just a poem...just a bundle of words.
Words come when I'm tired and I don't want to waste them!

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jan 2014 · 855
Sinking Incredibly!
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
And now I sink.
A feeling of deeply drifting.
Wrapped in warmth.
In Hugs of love.
Am I on drugs.

No In a dream.
I always dream.
Love is but a mere fantasy.
Liquid sunshine beats on my window.
Yet again.

Perhaps a breath of fresh air.
A spot of cobweb extraction.
The feisty rain is lifting me.
Up from my drifting kip.
Before I sink again.


My eyes are closing now.
As a bud they're shutting tight!
Goodnight!
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Night World **
After my Goodnight's I can't sleep ** BAH!
Jan 2014 · 3.5k
Charlies' Workhouse!
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
There was a chap called Charlie.
Who lived in separation.
In total world of degradation.
Father left when he were nine.
A raging alcoholic.
Charlie, his brother and his mother.
Sent off to the workhouse.
In the land of Lambeth.
No palace.
The family were ushered into areas of segregation.
Mother and children apart in our apparently grand nation.
Product of shame documented by satirists.
Dickens's favourite topic.
Poor folks made poorer,

In workhouses designed to embarrass.
Those already destitute,
Not by choice for sure.
Only crime being poor.
Dignity stripped.
Destroyed of heart.
Wrecked in health
To reduce their being even more.
God help you if you were not fit.
**** of the earth, you were purged.

We the Brits now get benefits,
Be grateful that we do.

___________________­____

Charlie found extreme success.
When as a film star of the silent kind.
With a plaque on the wall of his once posh house in Vauxhall.
His surname it was Chaplin!
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jan 2014 · 590
Grease? Probably Not!
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
Tripped from a fantasy into a dream.
Now a sheer nightmare, or so it does seem.
Streets they were not paved with gold.
The love she shared became so cold.
Stranded on Atlantic beach.
Ripped up by the tide.

She tore to his door.
She sure wanted more.
Needed words to clarify.
Drifting position.
The driving force behind her fear.
Crashed in to the bus of tears.

She knocked his heart.
Entered it.
Back to front,
As inside out,
She turned it.

Knocked on his door and he hid.
That lily-livered man he did.
Was petrified like sodden wood.
Despite the fact his chick was good.
Blind he was he didn't see.
The angel of dreamers.
Standing there.
Licking her lips and teasing his hair.
Well she was me.
He was too scared.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jan 2014 · 780
Okay So Why?
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
Hell, tell me why is it I find myself.
With  dire urges to sing loudly.
Fairy dirges, In tones not dulcet.
Laugh out loud in deed.
Pass me a spot of wicked ****.
Okay she laughs I don't use it.
I'm having a giraffe!
At the end of Harry Potter.
We're off the see the wizard.
Livvi x
Jan 2014 · 443
S.O.A B
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
Truly the son of your mother you are.
Up front and truly vicious.
At times.
Demanding annoying and totally dear.
Always wants his mummy near.
A provocative wind up.
Never ever needs a key.
It's his job of work you see.
Spring loaded.
An infernal bungee.
Livvi x
A sly and wry smile you possess.
Utterly  the expression he wears best.
Lives in a heap not fit for sweet lover.
Fit not for any other to inhabit.
The bedroom in the land of mess!
Jan 2014 · 959
Dumb Waiter!
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
Head bowed to her chest.
In a chamber of darkness she's left.
She waits hiding in corners.
As only she can in her obsolete world.
Rocking fro and to.
For she's confused.
Apparently.
Phony facade.

Placating herself with her words.
She rarely speaks.
Her tongue is tied.
Her lips are stitched,
Eyes open wide.
She sits and she watches.
Keen and mean in observation.

He knows what she's about.
As only a loyal servant should.
A man servant.
She takes no prisoners.
He perceives her every thought.
Before each enters her head.
Her brain is full of fire.
Although her body nearly dead.
Slaughtered by love perhaps.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
A little new years dark writing for you!  It's all about words...I'm not dark at all Honest  :-)
Jan 2014 · 447
Gale's Blowing!
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
Take me not away on the wind and the rain.
Let only golden air infringe my skirts.
Catch me not , nor beat me with unholy wind alone.
Keep my lonely feet locked tight to the floor.
Until that wind can beat me no more.
Pray let my back be kissed only by sunshine.
Let the gale forces soon blow away the rain.

My sun,
Is it too soon to plead that once again you stand in majesty.
To fire fill my brain.
Hate the feel of sodden feet.
Can't bear the sound,
The chilling wind.
My ancient abode is cracked.
Can hear her walls a cracking.
It disturbs me as I try to think.


By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jan 2014 · 915
Grave Situation!
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
He stood in the darkness of the graveyard,waiting for his  time to come.
The cold night winds pierced his fragile skin burning as fire, such searing pain.
Time crept by so slowly.
He huddled his soul into his carpet bag, trying to keep life's warmth retained!
A travel bag packed with memorabilia from days well spent, was all that remained!
Daylight dawned.
Cheery bird song applauded his  over night efforts, now he was descending!
He was not gloomy, relief was upon him!
Morning had come at last!
Hid behind the stones ,the past laid markers.
He looked around, surveying the situation!
The widow woman, tears streaming stood beside the vacant hole.
She wandered vacantly into to the house of those holy, supported by those who cared !
Held upon strong shoulders high, he peered up into the sky.
It was his turn, his time had come.
No longer wandering through God's acre,
Casket lowered, six feet or more.
A single red rose did descend upon him.
He had known all along she'd be there.
Until death delivered him.
Escaped from cruel Mother Earth's Evils!
Rest in peace my friend!
Jan 2014 · 366
The First Day of 2014!
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
Watching the bird flung up to the moon.
Breeze and rain, raised him again.
Why he came out to play in the rain.
I know not.
Drifting on whirling rain.
Tossed around as lonely feather.
I don't why he wants to fly this awful day.
He seems to have no reason.

Me today,
I want to stay and hide inside.
Not go out and play.
With wind so wild, in rain so wet.

My palace may be gloomy.
I play within my own domain.
This place today is the place.
Where I lay my head.

Push my pen.
My stomach satisfied.
My body warmed.
It is a charming day.
Unless of course,
I were that sorry drowning bird!
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jan 2014 · 1.1k
Ant People!
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
Red ones,
White ones.
Even ones that nip ones.
Even annoying ones with wings.
Running wild through the fields.
Partying in the garden.
Or dancing on air.
In swarms they come.
Avoiding wrath of beaks of birds.
Or heavy feet.
Insects in miniature.
Lifting strength of Hercules.
It has been said in fantasy.
A line of white upon the floor.
Will keep these creatures away from the door.
All in folklore.
If in your kitchen them you find.
A cruelty of water boiling.
The only way to them dispatch.
These creatures they are clever.
Ingenious in fact.
Nature's survivors.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jan 2014 · 1.8k
Shocking!
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
AND IT'S JUST GONE MIDNIGHT ON THE FIRST DAY OF 2014.
She came in heralded by pyrotechnic display eau naturelle.
Thunderous applause from the sky herself.
Somewhat shocking
Kind of weird!
And the rain flowed as raging river.
Still the manufactured fireworks damage our heaven's blessed.

Happy New Year worldwide!
It actually presented real thunder and lightning! Rather bizarre!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 2013 · 1.5k
Dressing Up!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
If you were to dress me.
What would I wear.
Jeans and a tee-shirt with braids in my hair.
Or maybe a ball gown in crimson sateen.

Maybe a dress flowing down round my ankles.
A belt of knots around my waist.
Sandals with poked through painted toes.
Perhaps a hippy chick with a ring through my nose.

A wedding dress of Ivory.
It states out loud you're all for me.
With a diadem of sparkling gems.
To match the one upon my finger.

Would you dress me as an angel in your own naivety.
Should I wear my uniform.
Tie back my annoying hair.
Watch on my breast.
As I'm obsessed with time.
Not my choice I swear.

Or would you like me naked.
Dressed as nature meant.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 2013 · 957
Evil Brilliance!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Once upon a dream.
There was a brightly shining star,
Hanging in the heavens.
Above Adelphi's garden.
In the garden was a tree.
Upon which hung a golden ring.
Caught the eye of scavenger.
A bird who snatched the ring away.
Dropped it in her nest.

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

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

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

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

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 2013 · 367
The Lost Cause!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Lost Cause!

Put the lost cause in the garden.
Forgot to put on it's leash.
It ran away.
Evaded capture.
It made the great escape.

The lost cause danced in doorways.
Lit up with purple blaze.
The lost cause had a party.
A solo party on it's own.

It was enroute to the back of beyond.
Once again it got lost.
It didn't have it's bus fare.
So it asked a crazy chick.
The chicken wasn't interested.
Cause, he didn't have a ****.
She chucked him fifty p.

The lost cause hopped upon the bus.
It took him out to sea.
A large wave came over.
Washed over the lost cause.
Right over his head.
Left him on the beach at dawn.
Where once again lost cause was found forlorn.
Poor thing!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
A little spot of nonsense!
Dec 2013 · 340
The Lost Cause!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Lost Cause!

Put the lost cause in the garden.
Forgot to put on it's leash.
It ran away.
Evaded capture.
It made the great escape.

The lost cause danced in doorways.
Lit up with purple blaze.
The lost cause had a party.
A solo party on it's own.

It was enroute to the back of beyond.
Once again it got lost.
It didn't have it's bus fare.
So it asked a crazy chick.
The chicken wasn't interested.
Cause, he didn't have a ****.
She chucked him fifty p.

The lost cause hopped upon the bus.
It took him out to sea.
A large wave came over.
Washed over the lost cause.
Right over his head.
Left him on the beach at dawn.
Where once again lost cause was found forlorn.
Poor thing!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
A little spot of nonsense!
Dec 2013 · 951
Once Bitten!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
So,
What is precious friendship in the real world about.
A man who makes his woman wail and shout.
Discarded in the dustbin of life's wanton destruction.
A man who made her eyes erupt.
Lives in a world somewhat corrupt.
Swims in buckets of tears.
He always cries.

He got her.
Ripped her limb from limb.
To feed his sorry insecurities.
He's the precious one.
Not the woman kind.
He sank his teeth into her soul.
Tore her heart to strings.
The woman he left behind is virtually dead.
Her head ripped off.
Her body bled.

He was a bright man an inspiration.
Now has become monotony.
He is black and white.
Not an ounce of purity.
Maybe pure insanity.
Is he the the north pole.
The south pole.
Or perhaps bi-polar.
Nobody knows.
Let alone him.

The swings beat the roundabouts.
And the Ferris wheel flies in chaos.
A conundrum of confusion.
An enigma with rotten teeth.
And dragons breath.
That tastes of death!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
This is just a general poem.  I write from imagination.
Dec 2013 · 1.7k
Rebellion!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
The clueless rebel surveyed the situation.
It was a bitter chilly day.
She walked and talked unto herself.
As her being she took in hand.
An underhanded twisted year.
A year that could have been divine.

This rebel without a clue.
The weather changed.
Left in ignorance.
As last year dies,
She's knowing what she needs to do.

However, like the weather she is changeable.
Malleable and playful.
She tickles tigers.
She likes the reaction.
From at least a hundred,
unsuitable attractions.


Pretends to be a vampire,
******* souls from innocence.
While seeking unreal ideals.
Always out to impress.
In fact as the year ends.
She is no wiser than she was last year.

Memories in the dustcart.
Much beyond reprieve.
While once again another starts.
She continues sadly being deceived.

All these bright ideas of resolutions.
Conjured up from institutions.
The tears will roll at midnight.
To kick last year out.
She's the fool.

The one who seeks notice.
And hereby notice is given,
All change.
Well maybe anyway.
The spotty leopard.
Needs to find some stripes.
And maybe a backbone too!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 2013 · 836
Crux Ansata. (Ankh)
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Crux Ansata.(Ankh)

Fruitful union.
A gift from the Gods from days long gone.
The days of Greece and Egypt.
From past a Present,
For eternal life of love was given.
Belt buckle of Isis.
A symbol of stability.
Bidding given of true love.
Amulet charming,
Magical magnetism.
Giving strength and health.
Eternal love,
Eternal life.
Never to be eternal wife.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 2013 · 840
Dreaming in Technicolour!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Midnight came and midnight went.
Once again alone in bed.
Company creeps into her head.
Unwanted and unwarranted.
In the form of vibrant visions.
Somewhere between rest and life.
Or rest of life.
Never sure.
A drifter on the raft of life
Eyes clasp shut or open wide.
Creeping behind clams eyes.
Hidden secrets.
Locked behind those heavy tired,
Visionary creators.
Brain in pain or brain insane.
Never sure what qualifies.
The images stored behind minds eyes.
Locked inside, no great escape.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 2013 · 561
The Wild Garden!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
The Wild Park!

In a vague and hazy love song,
We're dancing in the dark,
Where flower bands and garlands,
Are skipping round my head,
Where fairies kiss me on the ears,
To chase away my tragic fears,
To make wild magic of their own,
In wilderness land,
Such luscious bounty found.

Lain in the park under the oak,
Looking at the sky,
You and I, Thee and me,
Laid beneath that ancient tree,
The bees were crowding round the bark,
Having their own sweet party in the park,
The sky was bright,
Came out of dark,

Wandered through the wild garden,
Beauty seen before my eyes,
A combination poppies and veg,
All laid in the flower bed,
Foxes left their gloves behind,
So hum drum people can find,
Some very strange and weird plants,
So beautiful I'm tranquilised,
In this garden of romance!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
This was about a beautiful garden I found when I was in London with Chris last summer. The park was a routine run of the mill park with a separate area of flower beds.
Mayow Park, A lovely place full of wonder and terrific memories!
Dec 2013 · 454
Tell Me!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
How is it that you can you tell me that God exists.
I speak of the words of apostles.
Preachers and teachers.
Commented on in the written epistles.
How can a holy trinity live on.
The only ghosts I find.
Well sure as hell, they aren't holy.
My is father dead.
The sun, I'm aware of hangs in the sky.
And two of my own before mine eyes.
If there is a God.
How comes the world is in manic disarray.
Leave a world in so much turmoil.
Is it destruction of souless vacant men.
By the curse of Lucifer.

I believe only in the power of me.
And  in the power of poetry.
Good and bad does exist within the world.
That bad is not controlled by us.
The little folk.
The element of controlling is plucked by governmental powers.
Who left us ******!

Livvi 29/12/2013
OOPS not very funny!
Dec 2013 · 904
The Horse that Once Was!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
The horse is dead.
Long beyond flogging.
It's skin was stripped by a couple of tanners.
After being treated with tenderness.
That horse was merely a hobby.

An old broom handle.
Minus emotions.
A head full of kapok.
And a heart made of wood.
Nobody could love him.
Nobody should.

He ran around the stables.
Knocking down the mares.
Where once he had just knocked them up,
As he was out to stud.

The rag and bone man came to call.
Saw him laying in the yard.
Left his calling card.
The child who once loved him so.
Decided she must let him go.
The rag man he received a call.
Collected hobby horse.
He gave her a bright and shiny quid.
Slung him on the back of his cart.
Stuck him in the shop window.
While his mares passed by and laughed.




By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 2013 · 414
Death of a Year!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
As this year slows down to die.
End of the passing year.
She sits and thinks.
It falters and fades.
Becomes but a misty memory.
Will it be forgotten.
That she truly doubts.

Last year smashed her head in.
With a hammer of words
A year in love, which kept her so keen.
Was left as wreckage by one who was mean.

He was not mean.
Understood words but chose to ignore.
Sensibility screamed at her to give up.
While emotions yelled back not a chance.
We whisper words of nothing much.
Stars on a superficial chat show.
The girl and boy they must let go!
___________________­__

But,
There are pluses in place.
At the end of a year filled with disgrace and sorrow.
Made friends with her children after causing distress.
Maybe between them a brand new tomorrow.
She still goes to work.
In a world she don't like.
There's got to be more in this world.
This place where she's stranded.
Fed with waiting for things to occur.
Need to find without seeking.
Her own gold and myrrh.

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 2013 · 676
Mother's in the Field!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Thank you to those mother's.
Inhabiting the field.
Always with a pregnancy.
To increase their cow juice yield.

Marched, by order of the dairy man
Off to the milking yard.
Whereupon,they meet the dairy fairy.
Who drains their udders dry.

These cows they make me happy.
Their generous donations.
Cover all the cereal bowls.
And coffee cups throughout the nations.

For me.
Black coffee in the morning.
Is not the nicest thing.
Fetch the milk from the shop.
Praise the cows.
Don't ever stop!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
A spot of humour today...yesterday was full of profound words.
Today I woke up fancied a coffee...ran out of milk...Hey presto silly poem respecting cows!
Dec 2013 · 813
Who?
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Who judges sobriety.
The sober and sane.
Who is it that deems lunacy.
The one who doesn't comprehend.
Who is that screams insanity.
The one who believes he possesses humanity.
Who preys on innocence.
The manipulator.
Who feeds fire.
The oxygen supply,
And life itself.

Who gives love.
The one who wants.
Who dines on emotion.
The one who is hungered.
Who ****** conscience.
The problem that needled.
Who matters.
The reader and man's perception

Who cares.
The nobody cares.
Who prays for forgiveness in the darkest of days.
The one who so seeks absolution.
Who receives love.
The one who warrants it.

Who wants loving.
The everyone does.
Who needs another.
Be it as friend, sister or lover.
Who sits on high, surveying.
The condescending one, that looks down their nose.
Who is the shark with a bite of cold steel.
The dealer of death's darkened cards.

Who is the dream that lurks in the fog.
Love is the dream that lurks in the smog.
Who are the ones that you left behind.
You know not who until you are dead.
Who are the ones who play with your mind.

Seek and you shall find.
Are you the one,
The one everyone wants.
You are lost in a blizzard.

You are the one.
The spirit of the lonely age.
You are the one that spits fire enraged.
By ladylivvi1

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Dec 2013 · 1.9k
The Legend of the Albatross!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Not a wanderer stuck on the crest of lonely waves.
Nor running ragged on the sands of time.
Traipsing wearily through the wracks of sodden salty ****.
As cold water laps over their feet abandoned on craggy rocks.
Not always at sea.
Vagrant migrants.
From rock to rock.

Hark,
Ungodly whistling, clicking and howling.
Wailing and bemoaning.
Poseidon knows that they're around.
They strut around the rocks, all knowing.

Their lives they live as one of two.
Choose their one for life.
Should you see one in your salty path.
Foreboding spirit, a warning of turbulence to come.
A past sailor boy seen in totem of bird.
Not so swell, an evil omen.

Moons long past, the only witnesses to a killing crime.
Saw Albatross have his feet cruelly hewed.
Tobacco pouch for jack tar and his pals.
Ancient mariners in a doctrine of distortion.
Sky sailors slept on the wing over night.
Such misdemeanour,
Their perceptions were not right.
The birds perished in the dead of night.
As they did not ever rest in flight.
By ladylivvi1

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Fancied something a little different!
Thought I'd do a general discussion poem on Albatrosses! Not too much folklore noted but a little history x
Dec 2013 · 1.2k
Body Parts!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Body Parts

The holy two of us.
Danced bare naked in the acid rain.
Stripped tissue from bone.
Caused deep pain.
More pain than either ever knew.
Bi-laterally scarred.

Internal scarring.
Heart ripped out and left behind.
She left her heart in your bedroom.
Her head on the bus.
Left her memories in the dustbin.

All the memories of us.
Maybe not.
He's never forgot.
She left her womanhood there in his brain.
So he could fantasize about her as he plays.
She left her mouth in the spot,
The spot he loved it best.
I'll let him think and remember the rest.

It's so sad it all went rotten.
Let two crazy poets never forget.
Each others feelings deeply.
With never not an ounce of regret!
By ladylivvi1

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Dec 2013 · 698
Silver and Gold!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Cursed is the day you crossed my path with silver.
Your words were golden.
Once upon a stale fairy-tale.
Wishes of kisses.
Wiped off with a rag.

The coffee was hot.
It burnt me to bits.
Scarred my being in disrespect.
In a world of flying saucers.
Maybe fantasy,
Perhaps not.

No being will perceive nor understand.
The love of an angel.
Or just maybe a mere eccentric man.

My love now died.
From the words of a mortal sinner.
No-one can be a winner.
Hear now a silent goodbye.
My love did not die screaming.
Just left with a whimper and a gold rush of tears.
By ladylivvi1

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Dec 2013 · 1.1k
Chorus Line !
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
The ginger Tom.
He started to wail.
As the winsome ***** willow swung on his tail.
The black lass became rather familiar.
Made friends with the witch who lived over the hill.
Gave moggy pal a sharp shot of contraceptive in her ***.
Didn't want familiar friend to become a mum.

Tom,
Well my dear friends,
Tom never wanted a wife.
Just be a player all of his life.

Thought all his queens were just trouble and strife.
He'd take what he could whenever chances arose.
The tom cat who wasn't wanting romance,
Just left an aroma wherever he went.
Perhaps all his queens need a peg on their nose!






By ladylivvi1

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Dec 2013 · 1.8k
Titanic!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Titanic
****** berth, she stands,
Maiden stream deflowering the
sunlight.
Immense furore along the dock.
Streamers, banners, brass bands.
Herald the beginning of
the end.
Magnificent and stately,
There she stands, a glory to behold.
Pomp and splendour,  
Wealth with greed,
All set to sail the seven seas.
A dream of life,
A life of dreams

Splendour of their own,
Scrambling ice mountains, glisten
Shining a fateful allure to a frozen death
A stern captain,
Calm, dignified,
Guides the ship of dreams unto her nightmare,
“Astern”, he cries, unheard through
muffled joy….
Crunching, crashing, listing,
A myriad of smashing crystal,
Destined for the deep,
Air thick with screams of terror,
Young, old, rich, poor,
All scared.
Mortified corpses float,
Water littered with deceased,
While the living dead look on.
Hope’s dashed,
Time dies silently.
Carpathian angel,
Saviour of souls,
God spoke,
Their souls were saved!
Livvi  Kent  2012
ladylivvi1@hotmail.com
This is a little out of time sync, but I am printing it out for my friend and it prints well from here! Livvi x
Dec 2013 · 695
Serviette!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
She wrote of powers.
Of love and flowers.
Of magic treats.
And kisses sweet.
All upon a napkin.
Sat in a fast food joint.
Penned a menu for love extreme.
That tissue he took away.
A memoir of that splendid summer day.

Okay so it was winter.
He left it upon his bedroom table.
She left notes of love around.
He found them stashed around his place.
After she had run back to ground.
The *****.
Maybe just his ***** minx.
Left him trinkets in words.
Pricking his insistence that may she does matter.
After all.
Pride of man 'o'war.
Won't permit a fall!
By ladylivvi1

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I do so love a spot of soppy word play !
Dec 2013 · 622
Waking Words!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Into the night a phantom visits.
A blinding panic of fear built upon fear.
Shook in her shoes, the ones that were missing.
Tries to run there's nowhere to run.
In a night of sweats so fueled by panic.
Stumble through darkest cloak.
Wind blows in her face of beauty.
Scratching her eyes.
Giving only blindness.
Word blindness.
So dark.

Terrorized by the power of one so strong.
Compelled to forget as she wakes.
The way they left her shaken.
Forsaken.
The reminder of the spiteful night.
Disturbed sleep of dreams emblazoned.
Amazingly, dreams scarily so profound.
Thrown out of the window as her pen finds it's voice.
By ladylivvi1

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Dec 2013 · 568
Principles!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Principles!

A mountain of a man was he .
Staid in disciplines, filled with principles.
Was a challenge to her.
Her very being.
Theirs was a love as such,
She'd never known.
Nor never admitted.
By him the one.
A love she had never known before.
As in and out his head she flitted.
In words of rhyme and open verse.
Their love together has been cursed.
By the tongues of a thousand angels of war.
His goddess of sweet poetry.
Decreed together they must be free.
She is broken in need of fixing.
The weeping willow sits and cries.
The loss of him too much to bear.
But does he even care?
She'd like to think he does.

By ladylivvi1

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Dec 2013 · 435
Art Force!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Sketches depicted in common words.
Paint almost Godly photographs.
Describes in words.
The fire of chill.
And heat alike.
Colours and hues.
The wind of force and the controlling pain.
Vibrancy and dismal dull.

Words that give us thoughts to mull over.
Singing the blues.
All the nib of a pen gives.
The pen that lives.
Those words of scribes.
Passionate pens make love and battle.
Of rampant *** and magic hex.

Power of the simple word.
Build mountains and magnificent fountains.
All by description.
Love fires out from an exploding pen.
Memories written.
Never wasted.
Not ever forgotten.
By ladylivvi1

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Dec 2013 · 465
My Christmas!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
My Christmas

My gifts they came today.
A day late.
As into my own abode I came.

A feast of plenty for Christmas.
Did share all with my friend who cares.
Spent a time of peace and love.
That gift of friendship.
The greatest gift I ever shared.
Long may it be true.
Had the holiday of plenty.
Relaxed and full of food.
It was almost silent there.
There was no crazy alcohol,
Well not much anyway.
Pots of luscious chocolate.
Cheesecakes by the dozen.
Just a little peace and quiet.
Thank you my friend.
I'm delighted that I tried it.
By ladylivvi1

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Olivia Kent Dec 2013
A staff of a million skeletons will attend to you today.
Should you become unwell.
The walking dead will sort you out upon these festive days.
Hark,
Listen hard.
You can hear their bony feet clacking on the ward floors.
No ears to hold their scopes, nor neck to dangle tubes upon.
Missing eyes in hollow socket space.
Surgery out of the question.
Without eyes much too dangerous to mention.
No visual assessments.
Palpate your belly.
Icy fingers scratch.
Always have cold hands.
Write their ward reports in blood.
That which once was yours.
They keep it in a cookie jar.
Fed with anti-coagulants.
Last time you were admitted.
Stashed away for the ill to use exclusively on Christmas day.

The nurses are worn out.
Fingers worn down to the bone.
Listen once again as all those patients moan.
A cold bed bath.
The nurses hands are sorely chilled.
Had no time to eat today.
Only one or two around.
That's all the staff they found.
The angels became bones.
No time for their breaks.
While festive moments are magic.
Only get ill if you must.
Won't be very long before the staff turn into dust!

By ladylivvi1

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Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Silence.
The air hangs silent around my resting head.
Time off in jubilant celebration of the coming of our baby.
The baby Jesus.
Too exhausted to walk further.
Mary in the pains of labour delivered unto us that night.
In a stable the only place of vacancy in the town of silence.
'Twas such a holy night.
Angels fetched the lambs of God.
As shepherds from the fields they came.
Then affluent fellows from the East.
Visited child on burdensome beasts.
Pursued the course of glowing star.
Followed the dreams for the Christian future.
Upon that one first Christmas Day!
Livvi 24/12/2013
Dec 2013 · 367
Hold My Love!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Hold my love.
Take it in your loving hands.
While you have the chance.
Feed it my friend.
Lay it in your bed resting at your side.
In feelings that can't be denied.
Encase my ******* so tenderly.
Run your fingers over my inner thighs.
Bring a sparkle back into my eyes.
Kiss me with fire.
That nearly burns me inside and out.
Lick me with love.
Like I haven't felt since the summer days died.
Capture me darling.
Take me back on our wild ride of words.
Of words and birds.
And evil so forgiven.
In honour of you.
My love, your poetic friend.
Twist not your knife, deeper into my back!
By ladylivvi1

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Just a few soppy words! x
Dec 2013 · 441
Hiding from the Wind!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
The wind is tapping my window.
With fingers almost breaking through.
Put my fingers on the pane.
Leaves finger dabs in situ.
This wind's a violent *******.
Trying to beat it's way indoors.
When it should really reside outside.

It's rattling and cackling,
Liken to a wailing witch.
This foul weather such a *****.
The trains are cancelled.
Nearly blowing over.
Bus wobbled like a top.
If this wind it not stop.
Think I'll find my house in Oz.
By ladylivvi1

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Dec 2013 · 1.3k
Lunch!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Lunch!
Diminutive organic beasties.
The beings not of humankind.
They love them or they hate them.
You can never over rate them.
Not really Belgian.
But make some Flemish (phlegmish).
Rather sick.
Those sprouts from Brussels.
I say yummy.

The swede is not from Sweden but yo ** **.
I love it so.

Turnips, so very lush as long as not boiled to mush.
Roasted is much better.
With butter and pepper.

Forget the meat.
Forget the spuds.
Bring me in a platter of veg.
With piping hot gravy.
Maybe I'm so cheap to feed.
Because I need no meat.
Not a vegetarian.
Just love veggies for my tea.


By ladylivvi1

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A little Pre-Christmas Humour
Dec 2013 · 2.1k
Raindrops!
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Dancing raindrops carried on the wind.
In plies and pirouettes they danced.
Romancing the winter rain and biting wind.
Two of a violent kind...unkind.
Bouncing on a bungee rope unseen by human eye.
Exploding on the slabs of pave.
One wet freezing rave.
Bungee on the whirling winds.
Crystals crying icy raindrops liken to fiery hell they do descend.
Lashing cold legs with scars of cold.
Marking their mesmerizing chill.
The land no-one inhabits by choice.
Only the wind has wailing voice.
That bitter wind.
So full of awesome force!
By ladylivvi1

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