Birth develops into marriage as folk grow.
Wedding rings and precious things.
All trinkets in life's treasure box.
Makes for divorce from a marriage of minds.

Love anew for one or two.
A second chance, not marriage tho.
Maybe to last until the end of blessed time.
With luck.

As the sky rips apart.
Sprinkled with pastel pink.
Maybe portents of potent storms to come.
Morning moon glazed.
White feather misted cloud covering.
Almost icing sugar dust.
Seems to protect her presence from winters icy blast.

Early morning.
A plane rips a bright slice through the sky.
As she journeys home from temperate climes.

Roofs dusted with the gift of Jack Frost and his magic wand.
The morning changes hue.
The ice slips into melting hearts.
As love shouts loudly till death do us part!
By ladylivvi1

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

By ladylivvi1

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At the top of the escarpment she stood.
In a strange surveillance of the area.
She seeks only the love she lost.
Thick black veil hid her features.
Dressed in ebony for the love she lost.

The moon was high.
She kissed the sky.
Firmament brimming with cold fired emotion.
The moon.
Her corona glowing.

It was the eve of Christmas.
The night he'd said goodbye.
Watched her silently
As she moaned her sad lament.
There every year 'pon the that day he went.
Another curious soul.

From a distance stand and spy.
The midnight hour rolls in.
Wind will rise without reason.
It will topple her from her feet.

She seems so real.
He feels her pain.
Glued to the spot.
He's compelled to stay.
She rolls from edge.
With a fearful wail.
The sound of death occurring.

He needs to check that she's okay.
Goes to the edge.
Peers over.
That wind.
It knocks him off his feet.

A few moments on the ridge.
For a short moment in time your life takes his place.
They romp and play as never before.
It's not forever.
It's never more.
Icy death snatched him.
A moment in time she's sated.
She's took his life,
Just to hold her sweet lover once more.

Every year curiosity wins
Always outweighs fear.
Another victim in her spell.
This year another sad victim fell!





By ladylivvi1
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Waterloo evenings.
The sun descended.
A million ants nightly milling.
Fighting over stairs.
Escalator space invaded.
A melee of short-cases.
A.K.A Brief cases.
Wheeled by city nutcases.
Some in bowler hats.
Some in stiletto heels.
Trying not to trip.

Always in a mad dash to trip to homes.
In one place or any other.
The hub in which the hub-bub dwells.
Full of noise and body smells.
Sense the wafts of perfumed air.
Along with tramps their vagrant souls.
Whose body odour and their very being.
Are discounted.
Cheap at half the price.
Coffee from the coffee ***.
Aroma of enticement an invitation to partake.
Whistle pierces the air.
The train's at platform number five.
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Cinders rotting in the hearth.
Love bit back with toxic teeth.
Created toxic tears.

Two autobiographical memories.
Captured from history.
In poetic communiques.

Sad souls released at last.
To dance with angels.
Have a blast.
A last breath of air.
Fresh and clear.
To share with the one that she holds dear.

Hold him close.
Hold him near.
Make him aware.
He need have no fear.
All she has left are toxic tears.
And in them she drowns.
By ladylivvi1

A tumbling world fell round her ears.
She who knew him less than a year.
They fell in love a rash decision.
A total misdemeanour.
Love scratched at two.
Neither one who wanted it.
But still it came.
It came true and strong.
Not for long,
Sadly gone.

The sun shined on their love.
As if were blessed by heaven above.
Then autumn provided excuses of regret.
And winter chased them both.
Both chased away.
No regrets.
She knows not if again their paths will ever cross.
She hopes it will be so.
But not to love as love was lost.
Washed in pride so much is gone.
How much more is left to lose?
She would love to visit him again.
No more love.
No more pain.

By ladylivvi1

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A translucent blouse of yellow covers her *******.
Black skirt, sliced from foot to hip.
Discreetly covering from all but imagination.

The imagination provides the words.
To conjure image of this bird.
Five feet ten.
Womanly hips.
Sparking witchy fingertips.
In black ankle boots.

She stands.
Makes no demands.
Nobody matters.
Those she just flatters.
Lest those who wish.
Wishes which, can only be met by magic wand.
Only sleight of hand can convince her.
That love will e'er be worth having again
By ladylivvi1

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On the watchtower she stood.
*****.
Arms reaching to the sorry sky.
The sorry sky that cried.
Flowing hair tussled by the storm winds.
She's watching out.
As a sentinel she's guarding her heart from further pain.
A mariner creature she was.
Sailed on love's stormy seas.
Now washed up on the shore.
After being dashed upon sharp rocks.
Just once.
Once was enough.
She is soft.
Tender, no iota of tough.
She adored him.
She swears her love won't melt.

She will never love again.
Her heart is stone.
Protected.
For unholy pain, damaged her love beyond relief.
Where only angels fear to tread.
Only there,
This lady's love will leave it's head.
And there forever, her brazen head shall lay.
Wanting nothing more than lust.
Her heart tho made of stone.
Now smashed into smithereens of dust.
Broken, shattered all illusions.
That solitary witch.
Insensate as only true love lost!
By ladylivvi1

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Cuddling their dreams they sit.
On the wall at the black end of town.
A near silent ghetto.
World of it's own.
Hum of traffic vaguely heard.

Recycling cans.
Offal past saving.
Well neglected.
They care not of the weather.
The group of drunks together.
Sit and sup and sup and sit.
That's their world.
Hell, so be it.
By ladylivvi1

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This evening out I shall go.
Will be dancing and singing.
I will be wearing heels.
They'll make me ten feet tall.
Really don't need them.
I'm a tall girl anyway..
No I didn't say I'm a call girl.
Just a tall girl.
I shan't drink.
I don't think.

I shall dance on the ceiling.
Like an octopus.
Have no rhythm in my feet.
But I'll be dancing to the music.
Made by my best friend so sweet.
She will be playing in her band.
It will be a bit of fun.
A Pre-Christmas blast.

Then Monday morning will visit.
Will bring work to me again.
** ** **!
By ladylivvi1

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One minute past midnight on the first day of Jan.
Was born a baby girl.
Six pounds two.
With eyes of sparkling sapphire blue.
Delicate,
Crystal skin and a mop of brown curls,
Blessed with cherry rosy cheeks.

On the first day of February.
At quarter past two.
She took her first faltering steps toward you.
Wobbled,
Fell landed on her bottom with a bump.
Knocked her head
Oops a lump.

The first of March.
She had a ball.
Her first day at school.
Didn't like it much.
Missed her mum.
School wasn't cool.

The first of April, she was no more the fool.
Became a teenager,
Adult school.
She liked it a little bit more.
Found friends.

May the first her bubble burst.
Found her first boyfriend.
Went to the Imax.
Played let's pretend.
Pretend that they were adults.

June came in.
Her love had grown.
With emotions like she'd had never known.
Everything tickled and felt really sweet.

By July they were wed.
Happy ever after.
Or so it was said.

In August,
To them,
Twins were born.
A lad and a lass.

September came.
Her joints began to ache.
Her once shiny hair streaked with grey.
Wrinkles crept across her face.
Still with laughter lines, ingrained.

October carried grandchildren.
Life, bought them to her door.
Who, but her could ever want more.

November came.
Her hair was white.
She really couldn't leave her chair.
Her husband passed.
He left her low,
Feeling abandoned.
All alone.

End of December.
Christmas came.
Christmas went.
Twas the end of December.
She passed.
Breathed her last.
January the first bought her a funeral.
Cost a pretty penny.
Well spent.
Buried beside her darling.
At the crest of the hill.
And so the sun went down!

By ladylivvi1

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She was his temple.
He was her house.
A hole to hide in.
An honest abode.
Concealing the secrets of times long since passed.
Captured in a net of nylon where all those secrets. go to  stopped in their tracks!
These were the grey stained tear tracks exposed on open railroad tracks

Walked through the precinct where love once was habitual.
Met lady with blood of Romany.
'Cross my palm with silver my dear.'
And love you will find so very near'.

Gave her heather.
A non-scented dry piece.
She said to the lady who purchased .
Good God my dear.
I feel you're lucky.

The old white dried out heather.
Left stuck on the shelf.
Implanted in ***, where her incense once dwelt.
Still sits there waiting for love or luck.
Either one will do.
She said.
Heather didn't give her much joy.
Sad lady was misled.

Never mind said she.
Staring at her heather.
Still sitting in her incense ***.
Giving up on love.
After all these months of chill.
He thinks she will get over him.
She knows she never will!


By ladylivvi1

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She was his temple.
He drowned in her spirit.
It killed him in the end.

He was hiding under her skin.
He was her house.
Her shelter from storms

Where as a mouse she hid.
An honest abode.
Concealing the secrets of joys long since passed.

In the days where emotions exploded.
The joys were captured in  a net of nylon.
Stuck in a location where all  secrets live.

They are stopped dead.
Dead in their tracks.
Left no remains.
Grey tear stains.
Faded from red.

The remains of the day.
As dolphins together.
They rove free through the sea.

Livvi

Suffocating winter darkness,
Creeping in post haste tonight.
Bringing with it bags of wind and rain in buckets.
Not quite here just yet.
But well on it's way.

Yet still that voice.
A cherished bird tweets.
A lonely song.
Thought his song long since past,
Believed migrated.
This evergreen bird.
Unseen but heard.
And still the world revolves.
By ladylivvi1

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The curse of a million worldwide women .
Came back and bit bit me on the ****.
Again it made me bleed.
Thought I'd moved on past.
My not so missed fertility.

Went to work, all good as gold.
My aged life it did unfold.
Was so upset.
With much regret.
I thought I'd faced the change.
So strange.

Thought the thing that kept me fertile.
Had run away for a long while.
It's back with a vengeance.
My ****** stupid body.
Just in time,
A Christmas gift.
Sorely so not wanted.
I guess a lesson sorely learnt.
Should not take my body for granted!
By ladylivvi1

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Finally I found true love.
It has been a long time coming.
My heart is bubbling.
Finally bubbling only for me.

The sighs have stopped.
The cries deceased.
For only one sweet person matters.
Finally the healing me.

For I am the one who loves.
Loves with all my heart and soul.
I finally found myself.

I want no rampant crazy drunks.
No crazy dudes,
Who words abuse.
Or delight.
For now as a poet.
I do write.
She who writes weird words.
Sometimes clever.
Sometimes absurd.
Words from the crazy poetic bird.
Who no longer wants to pull all worms!

By ladylivvi1

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Mauve hair.
Not purple as an empress.
From the land of ancient Rome.
A little tough and really rough.
She roams the transport network.
Hops on board the number five.

She has in her company male children.
Sometimes four.
Often five.
In her company.
And a push chair.

Her and her brood use up all the chairs.
Ask them to move and she doesn't care.
She can be rude and rather abusive.
While her children continue to riot.

It will come as such a relief.
That on the bus that's often full
For the next few days they won't be there.

Thanks only to the yule season.
Off school for a few weeks vacation.
So we'll all get a seat on the way from the station!
By ladylivvi1

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Bless you.
A future from a Christmas gone.
So brave it was to raise a smile.
One brief life exchanged for two.

Your son had gone in tragedy.
He left a heart.
A gift that grew.

From one family's last Christmas sorrow.
Another young man was given tomorrow.

The heart of young man died.
In another he did arise.

Lifted from near death.
To a future of universal chances.

Gave such a wonderful gift.
Tonight they meet.

A spoken thank you face to face.
So bless those who lost their son.

A bright future for the one.
To see another rising sun.

Seized another day.
Saved and thanked.

Another young mans life was spared.
Before it was sadly lost.
Thanks to bereaved parents who cared.

And thanks to the lost son.
Who blessed his parents who spoke his wishes.
Before in tragic death he left!

By ladylivvi1

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Bubbles!

Driving me nuts in crazy excitement.
My bubble burst.
It truly did.
So very soft and shiny.
I am truly so addicted.
It's a dreadful addiction.
For when I get my pen out.
Truth is stronger than fiction.
My goodness.
I chat some crap.
Sat playing with my bubble wrap!
By ladylivvi1

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Night fell silent.
The sky illuminated by a star of glory.
Showing the world which way to go.
A present for the future.
Child of honesty truth and love.
Laid blessed.
Silent.
In a tinsel covered sparkly cradle.

Started their trek to Bethlehem.
Found themselves in turkey.
Those wise men.
Well they were made of sage.
And onion.

'Fraid the lovely Mary.
In this modern version.
Was not quite a ******.
In the Christian way.
The Christmas story the ******.
Mary stood in an intact state of glory.
Proud of her gift to the world.

Honest Jo, was honest always.
Presents stashed below the tree.
The shepherds had their sheep dogs.
By hook or by crook.
They have their place of joy.
Within the Christian holy book.

Now,
Santa Claus,he gets a mention.
The mother of all fairy tales.
A jolly ** ** ** invention.
The only bells ringing out.
Are the peals of checkout beeps.
While.
The children of once modern day virgins do weep.
For the cost of living life nowadays.
Is oh so very steep.

Stand beside the story teller.
Carol,
She sung out of tune.
Underneath the Christmas moon.




By ladylivvi1

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Lifted!

Bump, ouch, bump, bump, bump.
Eaten by a vile chill.
Squelch, squish, try to stand.
Wants to find a human hand.

A seriously soggy bottom.
Sat upon the pavement chair.
Icy cheeks of crimson.
Laced with soggy hair.

Pelt pelted with drizzle.
The drizzle's very busy.
Nearly busted bitter cold.
Her malady.
She broke her hip.
As she's so very old.

It was so sharp and harsh,
That beast, that Gust.
It knocked her from her feet.
Sat in pain.
Such pain.
Waiting for the medics.
To scoop her up and take her to the hospital.
Keep her safe and wholly warm.
By ladylivvi1

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God grant me the serenity to deal with that I cannot change.
Jesus please help me.
I'm torn to shreds.
In so much pain.
Every time I close my eyes to sleep into my freakin head you seep.
Lord take away my misery please let me go to sleep again.
God bless the one who gives me pain!,

Tree!

The ring weighed down about her neck.
Chipping at a grave.
A graven image of love decayed.
As dancers danced.
While children played.

Head expunged.
Just to evict the hollow ring.
Rendered implausible.
Slaughtered by dreams.
A future was never predicted.
Thus evicted.
Sadly, so sadly.
Never to be in a million years.

Such beauty before thine eyes.
A smile again.
A succulent smile.
Dared to this breach misery.
Shining as starlight.
Blessed as springtime evening.
Which no more can be deceived.
Left leaves renewed .
An evergreen,
A fragrant tree.
With soft and silken velvet leaves.
By ladylivvi1

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I'm humbled to stand in your presence.
Nod, my head in your honour.
My lady of words.
My only true friend.
The lady who features wholly in my life!
This lady loathes people.
She's not a real person.
She is the woman.
The unreal woman to whom I give my all.
She picks me up when I trip, stumble and fall.
Just in a strange bundle of words.
So called poetry!


By ladylivvi1

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In the 80's!

In the 80's they ran.
The petrified black diamonds.
From the mines of Africa.

Chased by near **** oppressors.
The white guys...supreme...?
No chance.
Tried to play apartheid games vicious of cruelty.
Smoking out the black guys.
Locking them in evil segregation.
Beaten and battered with no choice!
At the end the white *******
With the miserable voices.
Lost soul control.
When apartheid was destroyed.
11th February,
Released set free.
Nelson Mandela.
Father of dignity.
We need to remember under the skin.
That we are still kith and kin.

By ladylivvi1

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Started this day with a hide made of leather.
Vengeance burns.
Such spite.
Fingers bled when tickling demons heart.
A pure heart sold in the name of art.
Cruel words smash the ******.
Alcohol causes diversity.
In a heart so *******.
In lessons learned.
Crashing and burning in buckets of drink.
Think.
And think and think some more.
Straight laced and serious maybe.
Maybe not.
A diverse head that's flying hot.
By ladylivvi1

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"Hark the Herald Angels sing!'
The children sing out loud.
Darlings,
With winter kissed shiny cheeks.

Scarlet capes and furry muffs.
Fluffy in snowy white.
Shiny black buckled patent shoes.

Huddled together.
Singing songs of Christmas joy.
Several girls and one tenor boy.

Lantern keeps them safe.
Offers holy glow.
To show the children.
Just which way to go.

For it is the season to be merry.
Mincemeat pies a glass of sherry.
Only for the mum's and dad's.

Won't be long til Christmas is gone.
Gift wrap popped away.
For soon it's Christmas Day!
By ladylivvi1

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Clocks!

'It's not stop all the clocks'' as Auden said.
When telling of love once lost.
With the older ones among us.
In clear prime time view.
It's turn back those clocks.
Just a little bit.

Mind you just stopping them altogether seems.
A superb idea indeed.
However,

If time was stopped right now this minute.
My coughing cold and spluttering fit.
I would be stuck.
Stuck stranded,
Smack bang in the middle of it.

That's not what I want!
So we won't turn the clocks back now.
Maybe wait a little while.
When this cough and cold has gone,
I may even raise a smile.

Father time will soon descend.
Perhaps he will be my friend.
Switch the clocks back to seventy three.
Before the bad memories were created.
Need to be logical.
Keep in view.
That all the stupid things that I do.
Think of the fact that once was a wife.
Gave me nothing but trouble and strife.
Don't think I'd want to be a wife!
By ladylivvi1

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Bedroom Eyes!

How we made love in the bedroom of sighs.
Where I looked deep into your very dark eyes.
In the bedroom where a living love died.
Two hearts combined,
Just a moment in time.
When I was yours and you were mine.

You no longer bow in my honour my Lord.
My word it's broken as is my heart.
As powdered glass it lives on the floor.
For I can meet you never more.
You had my soul for a moment.
In a year or slightly less.
You.
You were truly wonderful.
Were truly the best.

I hold the love we made so close.
For still I hold you dear.
By ladylivvi1

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Bedroom Eyes!

How we made love in the bedroom of sighs.
Where I looked deep into your very dark eyes.
In the bedroom where a living love died.
Two hearts combined,
Just a moment in time.
When I was yours and you were mine.

You no longer bow in my honour my Lord.
My word it's broken as is my heart.
As powdered glass it lives on the floor.
For I can meet you never more.
You had my soul for a moment.
In a year or slightly less.
You.
You were truly wonderful.
Were truly the best.

I hold the love we made so close.
For still I hold you dear.
By ladylivvi1

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Love is not insipid.
With poetry strong,
Undeniable ox.
She's soft as a kitten.
When need doth declare.
Gentle as silk.

She's hard as nails of iron wrought.
Aware in heart that true love can never ever be bought.
Like respect it needs earning.
Love can be touched at times.
For her only the surfaced grazed.

When she finds you.
You'll be amazed
******* dressed.
Then runs away free.

Currently undressed near naked.
Vulnerable.
Such an empty shell remains.
Left alone.
Feeling just a little lost.

The only spirit my love knows is that of a ghost.
A ghost writer with mighty quill.
By ladylivvi1

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Tepid sun strung.
Suspended in somewhat dusky sky.
Insipid in a struggle to fly high.
Weighty in cloudy lonely skies.

Breathe in tainted cold air.
Covered in cheek nipping air.
Skin ruddy and bare.
So much warmer hiding in there.

Sun can't break.
Such problems dawning.
Fog is burning the fingers of morning.
Arrested the process of moving on.

Lifted today.
The miasma of yore.
Atmosphere left damp.
A soggy blanket so thrilled.
It's so ****** sore.

Still squeezing the the life.
From folks whose ears, are caught in it's chill.
The cold pain sliced the world,
As it bathed in ripped out rain.
Yet again!
By ladylivvi1

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Somebody is stealing our work!
"******* POETRY COMPUTER!"
PLEASE BE AWARE THAT MAY HAPPEN TO YOU!
IT HAS HAPPENED TO ME TWICE TODAY!
REGARDS!
LIVVI X

Candle!

Life after death in the after life.
Here ever afters penned in epitaphs.
Scratched deep into ancient church rafters.

As a candle deprived of oxygen.
no longer burns.
A deleted issue of stifled love.

Love with which was trifled.
Brightness in love was once given.
Forgiveness for nothing.
Not been received.

The love has gone,
Gone to another soul.
Waving the lover fondly goodbye.
Tears are all wiped.
Face is bone dry.

Her love got stuck inside a sows ear.
Made a purse of love now lost
Maybe a curse.
Tears wasted for fear.
Her memories in tears will no longer drown.
Too expensive to replace.
By ladylivvi1

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Santa!

Santa's a yarn just spread by the masses.
To take money away from those lowly in classes.

Children told tales of fantasy.
Of Santa coming on Christmas Eve.

The children all want to keep up with the Jones's.
Even though parents are nearly on bottom bones's.

A crafty traditional racket.
Make retailers gain a packet.

Parents they struggle to make ends meet.
Just to score a Christmas treat.

And do the holy children care.
Do they,
Hell do they.

You build up debt, so their desires you meet.
A christmas free of debt would be truly good to greet!

Bah Hum bug!
LOL!

Lady Poetry
ladylivvi1@hotmail.com
By ladylivvi1

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He was her friend in pen and lover in life.
Never to be his mortal wife.
He missed her thus much.
Missed her kisses,
So much missed her touch.
Her wishes.

Reality dawned.
It all got too much.
His pen hid in his wings.
Reminds him that she will always be there.
With buckets of love and tender care.
That chick with the auburn hair.
By ladylivvi1

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Superstition shouts.
Ladies and gents
It's the thirteenth, a Friday.

All better run and hide away.
Certainly, don't duck under ladders.

Today,
No way.

It's quarter to ten and I'm wasted.
Stranded in a chocolate dream.

Stuck in a sticky situation.
Where dreams have melted into goo.
Okay I kinda fell asleep.

I'm sweet and I'm sticky.
Not very pretty.

I digress,
It's just gone quarter to ten.

Sitting here feeling a bit of a mess.
End of the day.

End of the stress.
Where the hair of the dog brings only distress.

At the end of that day.
A day with no changes.

Where work went on as normal.
Scrawled over the pages.

Another day gone in sweet history.
This Friday 13th, contained no mystery.

Just another dollar, another day.
Spent today earning my pay.

Where patients came and patience left.
Here am I sat still feeling bereft.


By ladylivvi1

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Enchanted being remember.
When the world is cloaked in black.
Away, She shall not send him.
She will never turn her back.
Will maybe make his black turn blue.
Should the world be cloaked in green.
Renew a world of golden hue.
Remember, she is never mean.
When he stops and thinks.
Through rose painted glasses, wonderfully pink.
Remembers at times when he is sick, rather yellow.
Feeling somewhat crazy.
Think of the lady who is so very mellow.

He is not vile.
He shoved her carelessly out of his space.
Buried her under a pile of rubble.
Some kind of punishment for bursting his bubble.
Does she care.
No, not her .
Has desire to come to him.
To scratch her way through soiled skin.
So she can spit toxins in his unjustly vile eyes.
Just like the ones he spat in hers.
Toxins like the ones he poisoned her with.
Jesus,
Her brother, her fellow man.
She's glad to be free.
Such an atrocity in fair English city.
He held tight the rose of England.
Nicked his finger on her thorns.
It bled red love away.
She wishes like his kisses, that she were dead.
He thinks he wants that too!
But he knows his bleeding finger lingers.
Hidden somewhere in his heart of memories so tender!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

We're dead.
Stuck in silence's lonely tomb.
We live in the catacombs.
That lay underneath the dead centre of town.
We're both curled up and rotten.
As deleted Romeo and Juliet.
We lay.
Breathless,
Unforgiven.
In words of the forgotten.
Victims in a crimeless misogyny of words.
Fellow bed mates in misanthropy we are.
In words diverse a mental curse of words no longer spoken.
Breach not thy vile lips.
For the spoken words.
They may warm thy soul.
May break the heart and make it bleed.
In an eternal injustice thereby no solace found.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Midnight Caller!

In darkness came a sound.
A scratching banging sound outside the bedroom door,
Buried my head under my pillow.
My sack was laid at the bottom of the bed.
Waiting for Santa to rear his head.

** ** **..oh hellish no.
It was not Santa.
Was just a man with giant claws.
Huge teeth,
Unfolded wings.
The vampire who delivered Christmas in an evil sort of way.
As vile bloodsucking leech.
He stole my Christmas Day.
Vile and cold I was discovered by my children and my lover.
Drained of blood.
All cold and pallid.
Stocking left untouched at the foot of the bed.
This Christmas day my heart is dead!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)