Have you seen what hides in shadows, so very very dark.
What is scratching away at the lies.
Leaving but a mere mark.
A flash of light in darkness lies.

What there lurks.
Illuminated only by the stroke of solo firefly.
Maybe just a speck of sparkle.
Lighting just one minute spot
Wants to dance a minuet but, dances all alone.

In advance of dancing goes to play.
Within fields of corrupted virgins.
Who only want their wicked way.

A lovely witch.
Entombed below the freezing  heart of winter moon.
Where winter roses dare not go.
For there will be no more tomorrows.
In pain of all  ex-virgins sorrows.

Upon a shelf was left such love.
Dropped in an acid bath.
To melt.
Watch it fizz.
The poor heart.
Love lurks in last years shroud.
That's what hides in the shadows dark.
(C) Livvi x

Pets they give us cherished love.
I love my dog so very much.
My funny fluffy puppy.
Stole my shoe.
Just one.
****** dog she won.
Had to go and buy some more.
My shoe for work it was.
It is no joke the blooming beast
Did not bump her off!
No matter how cross I got.
I could hurt not!

I wish I had a rabbit.
It would not steal my shoes.
However;
Everywhere I'd walk would be filled with rabbits poohs

Thought I'd like a *****, but have one anyway.
It doesn't bite or scratch.
But it's a ****** lovely cat.

In the winter time it grew.
Something sprouted from the land of nothingness.
A cafe near the queen.
In the spring time it became much more.
Summer bought to us warmth and charms.
A talisman of golden dreams.
Day of birth a celebration.
Liased so closely with the queen.
Too know, only two know.
Why from land love was dispatched.
When love the surface only scratched.
Beyond repair
Late summer winds blew and blew.
Love changed colour.
It's cold and so verily blue.
By ladylivvi1

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Standing in smoky shadows.
The creature lurks.
It's name is worry.
Laced with fury.

Morning mists descend.
Becoming mind concealing fog.
Pain in fingers, burning icy pain.
With breath so much warmer than the air,
Which it surrounds.
Engulfing the faces of all things around.

Lost in the gloomy shadows so dense.
As haar raises over the sea on the coast.
Waiting to snare a victim.
Too lose a being in a villainous crime.
Only crime is depression.
Leads to death in sorrow.
Depression catches and snatches.
Stealing all tomorrows.
By ladylivvi1

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Okay.
So where has it gone.
Went to trundle of to work.
Going berserk is what I am.
My puppy dog's stolen my shoe.
One shoe is never enough.
Guess puppy dog chewed through my leather work shoe.
I guess that's really tough.
Tough indeed.
I know it is.

Can only wear those ones.
My cute puppy.
A naughty little *****.
I need to go hunting.
To try catch the elusive shoe.
As one sits sweetly.
Solo at the base of the stairs.
Asked my children if they'd seen the missing link.
Guess what nobody cares.
By ladylivvi1

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Cordant! (Heart Shaped)

What shape is a caring heart,
Is it elliptical, as thin as a fragile egg.
Is it thin and breakable.
Is it round as ball of rubber.
Being bounced from pillar to post.
Or does a heart contain a ghost.
A spirit of love once gone.
Maybe it's square around the edges.
Or it just a box of tricks.

Is it a cuboid, devoid of emotion.
Or a triangle may be it.
With all sides equilateral.
Does Pythagoras control the angles.
Where the angels of true love lay.
Sleeping silently through silent nights.
Until the shape of love is right.
By ladylivvi1

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Bed beckons as infant comforter.
A place of cuddles to snuggle down in.
Enter the realms of relaxation.
Escape the world as stress relief.
Today has been stolen by yesterday's thief.
Tomorrow hurries in.

Sleep is gone before it begun.
In a toss, a turn, a twist of sheets.
My sleeping heart slows down her beats.
Unless a crazy dream ensues.
Leaving me feeling scared or amused.
I find the man of my dreams when I'm asleep.
But when awake his secrets keep.
When I rest I love it best.
My dream man and I reach the skies.
Locked behind my sleeping eyes!
By ladylivvi1

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Where am I
What am I
Who am I
Nobody knows.

I am the icy finger.
That runs down your spine.
I am that fear.
And I'm giving you mine.
I am the tear that runs down your cheek.
I am the eyes that bleed and that cry.
I prevent you from moving as evil arthritis.
Causing such pain.

I'm making you share.
As frost lain on the ground.
I'm freezing you out.
With a full bloodied clout.
I am a vapour.
I ooze and I drift.
I cover your shape with my form, as I shift.
Fiddling eternally with my bleistift.

I make you shake.
Shiver and quake.
As love to you, I continue to make.
In ecstasy with excitement.
For I am the beautiful toxic witch.
Gets under your skin,
Hell I'll make you itch.
The princess of ebony black.
The princess of white.
The lady of darkness.
In which I delight.
I am the gentle pen.
I speak out loud with ***** might!
By ladylivvi1

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A smell so delicious,
Persues the kiddies around the lounge.
Wafts from the kitchen.
Such luscious aromas.
Fresh pastry, as mince pies she's baked.

The tree pined longingly for a special relationship.
This Christmas had to find itself a home.
Where it was warm and cosy.
To stand outside no more.
Safe indoors from winter's storms.
It stood as a puff ball of needles.
Malachite and emerald.
Peridots of stars that sparkle.
Free-standing tall, stuck in a *** of soil,
Waiting to be decked in tinsel.
Let the belled garlands ******.
While the tree top lights twinkle

Where peeping neighbour's could be nosy.
To spy in through the windows of the house next door.
Check out their tree and their presents for sure.

While the turkey roasted in the foil.
Smell the children's excitement.
Senses all a flare.
Sound of ripping wrapping without even a care.
Excitement of children and adults.
Ready for Christmas day!

By ladylivvi1

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If God is Real!

Up and about.
All up ready to go.
Today our brother lays in state.
The man who made a nation.
Homage paid to man of honour.
Resting stately in his place.
Within the books of history.
May he lay in peace.
May the badness of once Africa.
Be laid to rest for ever more.
The rain came down in celebration of the great man.
The father of Africa, sleep well.
Singing Praises from on high.
If God is real.
May he make you most welcome in his realm of heaven.
Nelson Mandela you were blessed.
Saint Mandela?
By ladylivvi1

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The clam in his shell wedged shut.
Receptive to nothing but saline flow.
The flow of hidden tears.
Been building for years.
He shivers and hides in the gloom of the depths of the poisioned mind.
The clam locked up in his unthinking mind.
What does he find.
Nothing and nobody cares!

The clam in his shell wedged shut.
Receptive to nothing but saline flow.
The flow of hidden tears.
Been building for years.
He shivers and hides in the gloom of the depths of the poisined mind.
The clam locked up in his unthinking mind.
What does he find.
Nothing and nobody cares!

In the meadow in front of the manor house.
The long grass invited them.
Suggested they step in.
Hand in hand they strolled.
As kissing in the grass they rolled.
Never did as they were told.

The Lord of big house he came.
Caught them playing naughty games.
He stood watching as they played.
The foot man and me the parlour maid.
Master whispered in her ear.
'Tut tut come here.
I want you for myself my dear'.

The foot man got his marching orders.
The lord of the manor he smiled and said,
' Get here sweet, *****, we're going to bed'.
Sweet ***** smiled with a twinkling eye, for she would so much sooner die.
But as a servant has to do.
She had to do as she is told.

She stood there with her index finger, placed discreetly between her teeth.
Looking so seductive.
With eyebrows high, head tilted subtly to one side.
Although, him she found repulsive.
She got him hot.
Loved him not.
She said she needed to freshen up.
Dashed off to find the loo.
That's what she said.
What she had to do.
Instead she found a telephone.
Rang his honest wife.
Told his wife of infidelity.
She paid for telling with her life!
By ladylivvi1

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In the lovely land of kitchen.
He kissed me as we spoke.
Took me close and held me tight
Kept me close in tender arms.
He stroked my heart with gentle words.

Phone rang as I sat on the bus.
Voice of excitement echoed.
Will you be long.
How long will you be.
He could not wait to see my face.
Was excited as a puppy,
Cute.

A collection of others, could see we were lovers.
Said they'd never seen him so happy.
His tears they flowed as I did go.
Said he wished he'd met me years ago.
Fate herself decreed,
Oh no.
We were not to be.

Said he wished I'd met his mother.
Said that she would love me so.
Told me,
He had told a long gone lover.
That,there I was.
New a.n.other.
Said we'd go and see a band.
Upon another never day.
We'd stroll along hand in hand.

Jesus, I so don't understand.
Why time was so unfair.
When still lives inside a tragedy,
An inability to care!
I'm rather pathetic, I don't really care.
For I am the chick with the auburn hair.
Chicks pull worms.
What more can I say.
Pray let the sweet lover be happy at play!
(c) Livvi

Went to the moon on a Monday.
When the moon was full.
So I could meet the man.
To eat his cheese and hear his ******
So I could watch the lunatics.
Down upon his mother earth.
Dancing madly.
Viewed only through his noble eyes.

Went while the world slept.
Soundly in the noiseless void
The place was cold.
Lacked atmosphere.

The only satellite near.
I fancied a pint.
Was feeling rather dry.
However I was out of luck.
No-one on the moon sold beer.
He's just languishing.
Only drinking in the midnight skies.

Went to the moon on a Tuesday.
While his was just a half.
Tried to balance of the edge.
But all he did was laugh.
In darkness I did hide.
Lost somewhere went off wandering.
Walking lonely on the darker side.

Went to the moon on Wednesday.
Wednesday was wonderful.
Watched moonlight catch the sun.
In an aura,
An orange holy glow.

Went to the moon on Thursday.
Thought it would be so much fun.
Hiding in the moonlight away from midday sun.

Went to the moon on Friday.
Fancied being free.
Put my high heels on.
So I could just be me.
Kick up non-existent stones,
Have a magic float.
Gravity my missing friend.
Can never hold me down.


Went to the moon on Saturday.
Escaped the what's the matter day.
Never work on Saturday.
Danced on the moon on Sunday.
Partied on til Monday came.
Down to Earth as work's begun!



By ladylivvi1

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Morning so chilly it broke.
Fragile and rather dark.
Too nippy to want to move.
From my bed.
Early morning here.
Just fed my head.
To go to to work to give my love to those who matter.
The ones who feed me bread and butter.
On the first coffee of my exciting day.
I sit, I choke, I splutter!

This morning a morning of peeping up bottoms.
An afternoon of those with blood cancer.
My day as a patient romancer.
Going to be such a great day.
Like hell it is.
But good morning anyway.
I hope you all enjoy your day.
Or rest well depending on the time your way!
Livvi 10/12/2013.

Blue.
Like him.

She's blue.
Like the sky.

Filled with winter rain drizzling finely
Waiting to be released.

Asks why.
Why on earth words of truth.

Became contorted into lies.
Lifted as haze over the morning stream.

Hovering as heavy vapour.
Weighing on her troubled mind.

The lady thinks.
Maybe much too much.

A timid touch.
Her gloves are violet velvet.

Streaked with stripes of sun's touch.
Not so long ago.

Oh so cute.
He was so **** cute.

She the dame, whose tongue now muted.
The lady for who,

His love for her, he disputed.
Was so vilely refuted.

Words spoken and wrote.
Fell onto eyes and the ears of the stubborn old goat.

Such spite shown.
Think she needs a drink.

Feeling green.
He's making her sick.

Maybe she's mean.
Okay
Afraid she's not.

She thinks,
She sports a smile.
Masking the tears.

Sometimes she's mellow.
Sometimes she's not.

But rare moments of magic.
Such magic never will be forgot.

All she has left is a heart.
A beautiful heart vacant and hollow.



By ladylivvi1

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Une lettre français!
 
Ne jamais révéler ce qui vérités que vous ressentez.
Les sentiments ont été conjuré. il vous a fait si triste.
Sentiments inhumés trouvés.
Ne savais pas que vous aviez.
Confus et si peur.
Mon co-accusés faisaient.
Dans un traumatisme.
Où l'amour a volé son armure.
Tout pour une dose de amore honnête.
Un visage toujours caché afin qu'il ne se perde pas.

La véritable amitié de la vie, la cause de ce gel.
Une fois très fort, maintenant si tristement perdu.
Vous a envoyé une carte pour le moment de l'année.
Probablement jeté dans la poubelle de la peur.

Je pourrais vous aimer jamais plus.
Cela aurait pu être plus jamais.
Mais maintenant, ma douce amie reposer en paix.
Peut sommeil éternel pas venir trop tôt.
Pour la gloire de l'amitié coincé au fond de cette tombe!
Avec l'amour d'un ami poétique.
Puisse notre amitié vraiment jamais de fin!
par ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (Tous droits réservés)

Love's Pleasantries!

What do I do.
I'm dropped to my knees.
My cheek snuggles into your tender thigh.
You hold my head.
I bathe in your tender touch.

You bathe in my mouth.
Tender and warm.
Discarded coffee.
Not spat.
Swallowed.
Warmth in this ladies hollow.
Found kindness in a fantasy.
Such a fantasy.

Good God,
Man I love you in my throat.
Drowning so beautifully in pleasure.
Salty sparkles fizz as champagne between us two.
Two special angels.
Male angel.
I love you!
By ladylivvi1

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Flowers!

My baby bought me flowers.
Lilac roses.
They were terrific.
As terrific as virtual 'Triffids'.


My love, such beautiful flowers.
He thought he could eat me.
He said he loved me so.
Next thing that I knew.

I was  his plant food.
A little fertile fertilizer.
Fed to those roses nearly blue.

Closer I went.
Moved up to study those passion flowers.
Up close and personal.

So wanted to smell those roses of lilac.
As lilac roses meant true love.

The one I thought I'd found.
That wouldn't break my heart again.

Instead that rose it bit my nose.
Gave me loads more pain.
By ladylivvi1

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Written in dreams of movie scenes.
Or in a book.

Please take a look.
At lost souls incognito.

Who are missing their goals.
In half open wholes.
Only halves.
Maybe quarters.
Potentially daughters,

Of resplendent dashing princes.
With old goats and long since missed boats.

Diamonds and wealthy pilots.
Steering crazy paths through hollow hills.

Jesus Christ.
I need to laugh.
Think I never will.

Need to stroll through Edelweiss.
Upon the alpine ridge.

Need to build upon, my one last rickety bridge.
Some kind of crazy structure.
Before that bridge is gone.

Before falling to certain demise.
In a life I so despise

Then heaven help me.
Let me rise.

By ladylivvi1

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Sir!

With a rod of iron he ruled.
Indignant arrogant.
A cursed teacher.
A ******* king of cruelty.
Only king tyrannical.
And aged dinosaur.

Respect he required.
Needed.
Desired.
He cared not.
For egotistical ******* was he.
If you were small in personality.
Your life, he'd make a perfect misery.

In **** expulsion.
His **** would hit the wall.
Along with loaded blackboard rubber.
Papers, they would hit the floor.
As he'd chuck you out the door.
Would chuck his rabid rantings all around the room.
The anally extirpate master of raw doom.



By ladylivvi1

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Topics Two!

Of milkshakes and muppets.
And tragedy puppets.

Of flowers and showers.
And wiled away hours.

Of words of cruel tongues.
Obscuring our sons.

Of beer and fear.
And crazy rein deer.

Of Christmas gifts.
And crazy rifts.

Usually start at Christmas time.
Christmas spirits or maybe wine.

Of kings and queens.
And stupid scenes.

In Shakespear to endear.
Of drama.

And armour.
The knight's kitted out.


Of nightmares and scares.
And one who cares.

But noticed never not!
Of fears and tears.

And dogs and cats.
Wearing floppy hats.

Of nature.
And bees

And maturities kisses.
We hope no-one misses our words.

Always read.
Occasionally heard!

We pen another scatty ditty.
Because we live in fantasy.
A world of Walter Mitty!

That's a poet 's point of view.
Penned on here.
Just for you!
By ladylivvi1

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Why do I awaken at night.
Probably just to write.

Escape a dream scene.
Scratch it out, what does it mean.

Grab the pen beside my bed.
To etch my thoughts before they're dead.

Don't write a full poem.
Just scribble quick  words before they die!

Lest them not be forgot.
I cannot kiss my words goodbye.

Need to write them  before they expire.
All I write is single words.

Bring wisdom as they grow.
In sleepy state .
Best words come out.
The only ones I know!
(C) Livvi December 8th 2013

Drink a toast to the dreams that got lost.

Sat in a world of  the single minded.
The location of shattered dreams lost.

No longer whispering.
Ghosts of long gone dreams.

They wail.
They scream as banshees of doom.

Predicting solitary misery.

Not destitute,
Quite happy really,

Hell maybe, I am,
I am not.

The music plays and I drown in it.
Swallowing it, hook line and sinker.

This funny woman,
A deep thinker.

An amusing muser.
Somewhat bemused.

She lives on the planet of miserable cow.

The couple next door.
Sharing a lunch,

One between two.
In oblivious dreams of true romance.

New romantics perhaps.
As lucky sods and demi-gods,

They sat and munched their lunch.

Me,
The she,

Listens to the music, listless.
In a place where no-one can dance.

Tapping my foot in time.
Yes, my friend.
I said in time

And the music strokes the air.
The music gets stuck in my auburn hair.

Soul to soul,
She is bare,
Unwrapped.

My coffee went cold.
Should I maybe be so bold.

To stay and listen to more.
And the music became more.

So much more.

My inspiration on this glorious day.
Passion in full view.

C'est la vie.
(And Alaric ,my friend).

May the devil enjoy my play on words,
Such injustice be kindly greeted.

Would prefer to tickle angels, with my words instead.

Sooner meet the Lord of Love,
When I end up dead!
By ladylivvi1

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Papyrus!

Love contemplates creating the end of the world.
Between two poets.
Each with banners unfurled.
The madder it was, the madder it is
Was undeniably so real.
Love crucified lady and gent.
Everything was totally meant.
Blazing soul, dripping in the mid-day sun.
Now waiting impatiently to die.

In broken voice with sodden eyes.
He cried and held and held some more.
Wanted his love not to go.

Back in her domain.
Upon papyrus scroll she wrote.
Okay poetic imagination.
Papyrus just really tatty old piece of paper.
A letter, which became a portent of almost certain doom.
Weighed a tonne inside his head.

So still in bits she sits.
Wishing that she hadn't sent.
The letter led to her demise.
Still she sits and f**king cries.
By ladylivvi1

Topics!

We write of vaginas and old Morris Minor's,
Of flowers and mud.
Of crosses and blood.
Where angels and devils cross paths in our pens.
Temples and stables.
Fiction and fables.
We lay cards open wide,
splayed over our tables.

Sometimes of crying and lying and dying.
Of love that we found.
That which we have lost.
But we will keep trying.
No denying at all.
We're having a ball.

We pen tales of terror in world's mad distortion.
As the world scrapes nearer to each days abortion.
Write of myth and orange pith.

We scrawl what we scrawl in the hope that it's real.
Or maybe its what we saw in minds eyes.
In a darkened world of what ifs and whys.
One crazy man and one crazier chick.

All we both say hey, hey.
Offensive, defensive.
When time she merits.
Whatever fits at that time.

Of maladies and passions sprouts.
In words of others voice,
Never always mother tongue
Hell how we do play.
As to the Gods and Goddesses of poetry
We the two of the twenty do pray.
VVV Glory to poetry no matter what way!
By ladylivvi1

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Lost Tommorows!

Not a doll of china.
Nor porcelain within.
A heart that beats relentlessly.
Without an ounce of sin.
Sound bits cry sorrow.
For too many lost tomorrows.
The tomorrows that could have maybe been.

With hands so warm.
Caring kiss.
Yesterday should be erased.
But in your presence was amazed.
Discovered for the ****** love.
An all improbable, even impossible dream.
A dream come true.
When face to face.
I met you.
Smiled for once.
This doll's visage, now truly blue.

As she sits and muses misery.
You and I were meant to be.
In real life and poetry.
You are all my lost tomorrows.
By ladylivvi1

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In a window less cell.
Where the phone never rings.

No visitors here.
Hold myself dear.

The wind bleats as lamb.
Soft,virtually silent.

Only sound heard, rattling air-brick.
Still cold inside.

Lonely fool.
Sits waiting for endurance to call.

She doesn't need it.
He's just a *****.

He doesn't call.
Once he did.
She said she'd visit.

Only because she's bored.
Good Lord!

What is it that makes her hide inside.
Hide inside her heart that died.

Static she waits in her virtual box.

Watching the seconds dance over the clock.
Knowing all that he wants is a game with his ****.

Stuck In a vortex between love and hate.
Certainly not feeling great.

The height from where she fell was lowly.
He truly is not holy.

He lives where terra firma strokes the belly of the worm.
The worm wants her to stroke him.

Will F**k him but only with words!
She will not go.


By ladylivvi1

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Tibbets.
Shadows fell at eight fifteen.
Shadow of a 'little boy'
As if a camera exploded.
Flash it went.


Pagoda tall standing, once upon a time.
A desecrated ground, unholy.
No fiery fairy tale in this place.
Death's location
Eerily sensations surround.
Destructive force hit home.

No eagles fly.
In this eerie place.
A silent world sleeps.
As mother weeps.
Not by choice.

Living screams a revelation.
A human created Armageddon.
Piles of smoke seen at the scene of evil.
Mega-mushroom killed the skies.
Most of humankind in this land felt its force.
Death as it cruised it's certain course

Zombies walk.
One or few.
The activity of war.
Now won.
Revenge bit back.
Severely.

Buried deep in the victim's skin.
And still the fever grew.
Under skin of souls.
Almost peeled.
Severe pain as landscape diffused into the land.
Creature of the bomb demonic.
Silhouetted dead men.
Painted standing structures.

Such sickness in a place laced with fractured glass.
Ultimate act of war.
Bring on power of peace.
By ladylivvi1

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The morning entered gently.
Opened my eyes to breaking dawn.
Hopped in the shower.
Let another day for me be born.
A day at work.
Such fun.
Out to dance in morning sun!

I read some words some pleasantries.
Always do before I leave.
In my poem 'Obsession'
Stuck with pen.

I can be free.
Free to read his,He's free to read mine.
Because the gift of time allows me to read and write before work.
For me I am the crazy ****.
Have to read at least before descending into work.

Yes, I know I used the same word to end my line twice.
Lucky really, could be thrice!
Still too dozy.
Pretty unable to think enough.
As yet to change my words.
Still a little tired, but that's tough!
So let me leave with morning birds!
By ladylivvi1

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Tonight the Robin flew.

Left the land of once was .

Now in eternal peace.

Walked into the light.

Flown legitimately.

Robin left the planet.

Set Mandela free!

And into the light he steps.

From non-religious English girl ..Goodnight sweet sleep and rest in eternal peace.

Slaap goed vader van Afrika-lande

(c) Livvi Kent!5/12/2013

Thursday afternoon.
My God the sky turned black.
Blowing of the wind damages the trees.
Revenge for them remaining clothed.
In tardiness into December they walk slow.
Ah, their foliage should have left an age ago.
Leaves should have left the trees.
They were deceived by temperate weather.

It is still yet.
Won't be for more than minutes.
Sallow leaves attached by whispers.
Still waiting for the wind to blow.
Anarchic leaves await permission to let go.

The wind will blow.
Around ivory towers.
Ivory cast out.
Elephants long gone.
In a teacup brews a storm of sighs.
Rattles the windows and makes wet the skies.
Waiting in silence for rain to pour.
To wash off the leaves.
Make puddles bless the floor.
(c) Livvi  05/12/2013.

Scrawny figures.
Skeletal in stature.
Starved of dignity.
Dressed in hanging skin.
Crippled by cruelty.

Terrified desperate fingers clutch the wire fence.
Begging for release from hell.
A convoy of sorrow are led to their demise.
Cruel release unanticipated.
The smell lingered heavy in the dark air.
A collection of souls in need of cleansing.
Needed physical cleansing not.
Perhaps mental release reached.
Sought out by tragic hands.
The shower blocks looked inviting.
Almost appetizing.
To wash away the stench of death.
Wholeheartedly inviting.
Filed in horrendously.

The furnace burning hot.
Waiting for another lot.
Let the horrors of the concentration camp not be forgot.
Never ever!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

My obsession lays only with Calvin Klein.
A proper noun with capitals.
A drifting strong aroma.
Another obsession in my world.
Is sometimes somewhat lighter.
I am an obsessed pusher.
Obsessed only with my pen.

If I can create an image well.
Then hell so be it.
Real people I don't like much.
It's only words I wish to touch.
Desire fires obsession.
It's just a bunch of words.

Sweet strawberries so succulent bring words of summertime.
Clouds weigh down around my head
Dark winter days of misery.
Moments when I wish I was dead.
I put my pen to work.
Writing darkness scarily black.
About bursting eyes.
Where no-one dies,
Except emotion cruelly slaughtered.
By the one known only in kindness.
As the smiling devil's daughter
Definitely no relation.
Just the mother of eccentricity.

Kindness in persona.
To be so dark.
That's very rare.
In a heart that's ribbon bound.
I write my words with tender care.
Sometimes, just to remind the world that I am still there.
Moreover, like a hornet.
I cheese you off and get stuck in your hair!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

As a razor sharp.
Silence descends.
Cutting ties to life.
Fell rapidly through the sky.
Only sound heard,
The sound of silence dragging her feet.
Shuffling by as it passes.
Unheard.

Only silence will trip the switch until death takes.
Sitting in silence.
Almost forgetting the existence of the outside world.
Locked away in deafness prison.
A prison of desolation.
Virtual segregation.
Punished in her silent world.
Child born of mother's sorrow.
She who could not hear her infant cry.

Heavy frost covered senses sound.
While in the pinkish orange morning.
She can see the glowing sky on fire.
Birds of song unheard.
Every sound the world made forbade.
She can only sense her newborn cry!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Puts on her heavy ***** boots.
Flicks her hair back over her shoulders.
Slap on her face.
She's out on the pull.
Wants to ****** another fool.

This girl she looks so flaming cool.
Her fingers smart.
Nails manicured.
Scented lady.
Red hair then falls over her face.
Out on the hunt has no disgrace.

She cares not who she snares.
Cares not who she hurts.
Just out to catch the jack of hearts.
Like the jacks caught her before.
It's ladies night.
She's out to even the score.

Physically will not destroy them all.
Use abuse him like a toy.
Mentally she will make him.
Every little tiny bit.
Make him want her all.
And more.
Her turn to even up the score.
Want her with power.
He will want to send her flowers.
Will want to feed her chocolate dreams.
To try to make her melt.
This iron lady.
When death meets in a furnace.
Only will her heart melt again.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

You said I miss you.
You hang in my head.
Missed me beside you in your empty bed
In front of my eyes like a carrot.
With love he teased.
She teased too.

Now he's deceased.
Totally dead.
Probably not.
For forgot.
So sorry,
But he is not.

Truly sadly madly dead.
Can't make his spirit leave my head.
Hits me between my eyes.
Smarting flirting.
He lies and dies.

In my hell.
You are not dead.
In my heaven.
You'd still be there.
You scratched my surface with your wit.
You my love.
The drunken twit.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Heaven Scent!

Feather tickled my nose.
A memorised aroma.
Carried on an aged soul.

One who once lived.
But was rarely seen.
My father.
Now ascended to join the poets.
In the land.
Where all the poet's past reside.
He died.
He was a poet too.

A patient patient waiting for his cue.
I was his leading lady.
Took him to the room of doom and gloom.
Fears potential of a ***** diagnosis.
Cancer, swear word of the day.

He was clear.
He was delighted.
So with good cheer.
I bade him cheerio.
Just one simple question.
The answer I needed to know.
His body smell of memory fuel.
My Dad the silly fool.
It was his favourite body spray.
Flicked on a memory for me today!


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Party's Over!

The party's over.
The drink flowed.
Soothed nightly as comforter.
As protector.
Met supply with demand.
To instill peace by distillation.
Exuberant excitement as the bubbles exploded.

Caused a blast of violence.
Adam's daughter.
Eve's son.
Hid from Satan on the run.
Alcohol created explosive wit.
Taken literally.

Vengeful attack on the silent ones.
Concealed in silent corners cowering.
In fear of what was known.
Defence impossible.

Screaming on the floor in a corner of his own.
Wailing in a solo chorus.
He needs another one.
Needs another drink.

She's hiding in the living room in a non-existence of her own.
Daughter of the strong woman corrupted by love.
Perhaps love.
Love was for her Satan.
As the drunkard took control again.



By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Farm Animals!

Entered like a lamb.
Meek and mild.
Spent time with me.
Capricious goat.
Licked me like a passionate pup.
Visited me a playful pony.
Loved me as a stallion.
Kept your **** for Sunday lunch.
And then galloped away!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Charlotte wrapped in silver tone.
Sprinkled flashing lights.
As others passed her by.
She's static in a noisy place.
In a half light of electric illumination.
She was beautiful.
A lady of elegance.
Wanted to go and see her nearer.
View her beauty close.
Want to touch her.
She was immense.
Never felt like this about a female form.
She's silent.
Motionless.
So,
Who is the beautiful silver angel.
She,
She is a carriage on an aged steam train.
Parked at the station.
Labelled with her name.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Hear those echoes.
In the darkness a voice cries out.
Reverberating around the temple walls.
Baby can you hear her .
Can you touch her soul.
Can you feel her heart beating in your hands.
Kisses full.
Linger unrepentant.
In your head.

Became vacant.
Lost in time.
In a blast of septic memory.
Vomiting undigested echoes.
A millstone of last time.
Drowns the minx miss.

Mourn her not.
As she forgot.
Engraved emotions.
Scribbled pencil marks.
For maybe they can be erased.
Scarred perhaps.
Scratched your soul.
Left it grazed.
For eternity and so much more.




By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

What became of them.
A tragedy.
They all died.
I did nothing wrong at all.
I missed the best of them.
Now I have the rest.
Let them slip from my grasp.
I need not apologise.
It's just the way times flies.

In the blink of an eye they vanished.
These creatures, so once reliant on me.
Became independent.
We set each other free!
My children are now adults.
Catapulted from infancy.
Into adulthood!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Homeless in Dreams!

Blanket crumpled on the deck.
A mouldy mound of grey.
Tin discarded empty.
Disregarded on the floor.

The hollow echo of the subway.
Thunder crashes rhythmically overhead.
A hundred commuters tear down the stairs.
From train where he laid his head.
And he lies.
Disregarded as the empty can.
No body cares.

In dreams.
He sleeps.
Cares not.
As no one cares for him.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The irony of Christmas time.
Let us not forget.
When Christmas bells are ringing out.
Tis not the sound of pealing bells.
The sound of cash the tinkles.
In retail tills.
Electric stars that twinkle.
No oranges or bags of nuts in your Christmas sack.
No turning back!
The angels they all chorus.
Don't know what went on.
Bring back tradition of Ex-mas long since gone!
(c) Livvi 02/12/2013

I thank for the loveliness you gave me from your heart,
You treated me as lady fair.
Wanted not to part.
Stole you not,
Stole not your being.
Thank you for being the magic one.
Who for a while restored.
Repaired the damage to my heart.
That many others caused.
For that once more I thank you !
(C)Livvi 02/12/2013
Here I do now take my leave.

Daylight pushes night away.
Using a gentle broom.
Last call of the ***** heard.
Before she scurries into daylight's blast.
She brushes each leaving night away.
As if it were her last.
Wants not to be caught in the morning sun.
And so runs back into her daylight den.
There she will stay till night breaks again.
Night is over.
She had her fun!
(c)Livvi 02/12/13

This is just a dark piece of creative writing. It is not aimed at anybody. Just a bundle of words! Before you read this I hope you don't find it too offensive. I think I posted adequate censorship warnings.  EVERY SO OFTEN I LOVE DOING A REALLY DARK WRITE! THIS IS PROBABLY THE LAST ONE YOU WILL BE PRIVVY TOO FOR A LONG TIME!
Thank you for understanding!

Tore  my eyes out.
Popped them on my plate.
Stuck your fork in.
You watched them pop.
You said that I was watching you.
Well I can't do now.
Whatever.
For a really brainy man.
You sure as hell aren't very clever.

You tied me up with ribbons .
You sat me in your favourite chair,
Tried to feed me mushrooms.
Gave me them in a witches brew.
Think you called it tea.
I couldn't see.
It was foul as foul can be.
Told me that I'd like them.
You said you didn't care.

The volumes were distorted.
My love he then aborted.
Left my soul ******* in the chair.
Tripping out like I won't care.

Jesus Christ
I was so scared.
Almost crucified.
Now my love he had denied.
My man of so black.
F**ked off and left me.
Won't be back.

Shut my eyes and try to sleep.
And only then I realised.
I could not find my eyes.
Just have sore sockets.
That drip with blood and weep.
My peepers can no longer peep.

He took them out a while ago.
So I could not see the way to go!

If this is love.
I'll give it a miss.
Don't need no more of this!

(C) Livvi 01/12/2013

A magic floor show.
Floor show of syllables.
Hotchpotch box of nouns and verbs.
A powerful infusion.
Cast me a spell.
Maybe using,
Celtic herbs.

Better still poetic words.
I wish that with sweet sorcery.
That that sweet man would notice me.
Be attentive to me.
One or two of my needs at least.

Rip off the lid.
Be glad you did.
Press release.
In a box of spells was stored.
A sweet sanctity of incantations.
Painted blue imagination.
Maybe red.
Hop in my bed.
Summoning my mischief man.

If I could get an eagle to ****** him in her claws.
Up up up away.
As fast as she can.
Carry him to my place just for today.
Got to drop him on my bed.
With a little luck drop him on his head.
Obviously don't end up dead.
Hit him with a little sense.

Send him back to me.
Wrapped.
Unwrapped.
However he comes.
Christmas paper's not a mistake.
Could do with a decent gift.
Still feeling rather miffed.

Stick him in my stockings.
This nurse is for shocking.
No desire for a thicko.
Certainly don't want a sicko.
But I shan't say what I want!
Except a renewed friend request... LOL
(c) Livvi 01/12/13