He read it to her the night before he passed.
As if he knew perhaps, that night would be his last.
He sloped to off bed, ready for sleep.
Did he know that she would weep?
Perhaps his will, a potent portent of the state of failing health.
7 am on Wednesday, bought all sorts of woe.
Maybe he knew it was his time to go.
She sauntered into his room.
Curtains pulled, darkness called.
A room of gloom.
Death, descended unexpectedly.
Peacefully sleeping.
Eternally.
(C) LIVVI,

I have walked over pavement cracks too long.
Avoiding issues associated with misfortune.
Hiding from ******* birds with white patches in places.
I bow honour and respect in love to such birds.
I say hello to them in passing.
Not sure why I do.
Count numbers in flocks that swoop,
Worries carried betwixt bright coloured beaks.
I never walk under ladders.
Sensible eh.
Never had a can of paint as crowning glory.
I do however play the slots
Never had luck that's bad.
Nor luck that's good.
Luck's carried in many disguises.
Only the wise listen to advice.
The magpie captures gold and gems.
Magpies' lady lucks only friends.
(C) LIVVI

Will you marry me said he.
From a muddy spot on bended knees.
Sported a smile upon his face.
Wide as the crescent moon.
His was offer was good as solid gold.
But she said no.
He left her cold.
So very sorry to see him cry.
Had a heart you see.

She was too old to start anew.
A madam.
A madman.
Tiffin for two.
And now she bows.
After scuffling away.
(c)LIVVI

Mr Misogyny had arranged himself a perfect date.
With a Miss Anna Feminist.
All was going very well until they both got p**sed.
They chucked opinions around the bar.
You'd think maybe a little banter.
Started minor disagreements.
Led to all out war.
He pronounced loudly.
In a voice for all to hear.
That women were just for kissing and washing dishes.
She said she'd heard it all before.
Found it rather boring.
Uneducated attitude.

Somehow they left together,
Went back to his place.
Poor fella lost face.
Dragged him to the kitchen sink.
Asked him to make her coffee.
Much to his disgust,
He had to wash a ***** cup.

From her hand bag.
Quick as a flash
Hand cuffs revealed.
Chained him to the kitchen sink.
So now he knows, just how it feels.
Maybe now he'll think.
Change his attitude.

Anna found him rather rude.
She sat at his dining table,
Thumbing through her Germaine Greer.
Her friends arrived.
All the neighbours can hear them cheer.
Oh dear.
(c)LIVVI

Germination.
Flower pots.
Long past April.
Spits and spots.
Foliage in verdant green
Centre fold in magazine.
Pruning roses.
Year on year bright red ones.
For she.
That he held dear.
Thorns bit back.
Sheer heart attack.
Arrested development.
Cut back in prime.
(c)LIVVI

Off she went to see the sea.
Bike revved up.
She was free.
Revved the engine hard and fast.
Wind blew through her hair.
Motor biking without a care.
Rode along the promenade.
Stopped and purchased lemonade.
With a little bitter in.
Power excited her.
Those revs beneath her ****.

Spluttered and struggled, to come alive.
Forgot to plug the charger in.
Born to ride, not to win.
Her carriage awaited.
Son arrived to collect her.
In his shiny motor car.
One invalid carriage left stranded.
Battery flat.
Parked in the seaside parking bay.
Poor old lady.
Sad end to her exciting day.
Oh to be young, don't cha think.
Day out left her in the pink.
Blushing a little at the end of her trip.
(c)LIVVI

Heard the bells toll
Ring goodbye to summer that never ever came.
Funktown.
All the guys get down,they're *****
The gals are always flirty.
Fun in summer sun.
Smiles and grins.
Going down.

Crying suicide.
Loved you once, eyes open wide.
Stitched her up on grazed knees.
Knees that bent.
Knew what you meant.
Knew whatcha wanted.
You knocked her down.
Lost her crown.
Luscious in lace and coney fur.

Paper knickers.
Party time.
Drugs and drink.
Whaddya think.
It maybe shady.
But what the hell.

Hell, you got a soggy bottom from lying on wet grass.
Like the snake you are.
A snake on strike.
Love is venomous.
Always enormous.
Totally toxic.
Love rocks it.
Dying quietly.
Muscles that spasm.
Took her breath away.
Clean away.
(c)LIVVI

Seagulls caught upon the wing.
Flash catches them.
Electric storm blazes on.
Tossed like chips in hot oil.
Carried on the dashing rain.
(C) LIVVI

Sitting,
Thinking,
Scratching my head.
Acquiring splinters from the ageing oak.
Tall tree of knowledge.
Avoiding the gulls that invade my scope of vision.
My pen has leaked all over my hands.
My fingers tingle.
Electricity surge.
Foul words are scribbled.
Demons be purged.
(C) LIVVI

Cold creature.
Dislocated jaws.
Rippling musculature.
Urging in.
BMI increased.
Mega girth.
Crusher fed.
First time ever.
Watched the serpent feed.
Fascinating.
Sleeping now.
(c)LIVVI

Keep your crash hat on nice and snug.
Wrap yourself in a great big rug.
Hide indoors.
Avoid walking under ladders.
Chuck salt over your shoulder.
Say good morning to magpies that fly.
Probably unlikely to die today,
Just, because it's the thirteenth day of May.
And it's Friday.
Good luck and much love sent your way.
(c)LIVVI

I picked up an empty seashell.
Thought I'd find it silent.
I held close up to my ear.
It really was a little queer.
For, from the shell came a lovely voice.
Deep but understanding.
It said I had a choice.

I stopped, then I thought.
My heart was trapped inside I was well and truly caught.
A shell that spoke!
Well I never.
I looked closely into the hollow and there I saw two eyes.
Must have been really tiny.

I placed the shell back on the sand.
Walked away with  head in hands.
Baffled if not a little bemused.
As I walked away I heard a crunch.

Felt a hand upon my shoulder.
I jumped somewhat startled.
Jumped near out of my skin.
Turned on my heels.
To see who was there.
Tall dark and handsome.
Before me he stood.
A broken shell revealed something so good.
How he got in there,
I'll never know.
I'll never know or if indeed that's where he's from.
Perhaps he was just the soul of the sea.
He was stood there, next to me.
(C) LIVVI

I saw her standing there.
Striking.
Wore the look of a porcelain doll.
Victoriana some would say.
Ivory face,
with cheeks of perfect pink.
Legs like a flaming Flamingo.
Headset in situ, discreet ears.
Hair long and thick, ebony.
Strangest footwear.
Odd adornment.
Ribbons entwined throughout her mind.
Oriental student.
Wonder what she's studying?
(C) LIVVI

The rain is pouring down
The wind is blowing, oh so wet.
Rain it tumbles heavily, I trust I shall not drown.
The sun shone bright on sunday, lest we shall not forget.
Wednesday morning's dripping.
As rain doth wholly fall.
Wish I were still kipping.
As snails and slugs both have a ball.
Sat on the bus looking through misted windows.
So pleased that I'm aboard.
No raindrops on my pretty nose.
Thank the lord.
Onwards and upwards off we go.
It's summer they say, glad it's not snow.
(c)LIVVI

I have monophobia.
Monophobic.
Sadly that I am.
I smile to myself knowingly, for that indeed I can.
I'm able to live with a family.
They matter to me, but I don't to them.
Living alone in a room with a view.
These words,they just introduce me.
(c) Livvi

In the stream stood a heron.
A white one, delicate and dainty.
Wading amidst the flowing stream.
Above it's pretty head hung the bough of a bright green tree,ornate leaves.
It was illuminated by dancing sunlight in the early morn.
About nine I believe.
The bus trundled on, on my right hand side stood pink candlestick flowers, appearing waxen.
The light, it hurt my eyes.
The morning after the night before,everything strikes mine eyes vividly.
Noticed nature at it's best.
Then I slept.
(c)LIVVI

Worked all night for two whole nights to try to earn a crust.
Just faced the sunlit sky and my head is fit to bust.
There's a fella with a hammer standing right outside my door.
My beating brain is influenced by a Nordic god,named Thor.
My very willing suitor.

My eyes are feeling black as coal.
Cavernous depths of nightmare holes.

The coffee's kicking in at last.
Fed by caffeine overdrive.
Coffee, she's my saviour and she's keeping me alive.
Thank God, for an ever filling cup.
(C) LIVVI

The eroding sea has vicious teeth.
Destroys the endless rocks.
Making doorways impassable to man or beast.
Urging fishes on.
Families watch from cliff top edges as sea trawls on and on.
Ebb and flow online of shore.
Sea swirls around the Lulworth rocks.
As christened "Durdle Door"
(C) LIVVI

Once life was free.
Constraints were all abandoned.
Running wild like a child with flaxen hair wrapped round my neck.
Paddling in streams was just as they seemed.
Risks were apparent, but nobody cared.
No screaming parent, crying loudly, get away from the stream.
You're risking drowning.
Mother dear.
You need to be aware it was just a chilly puddle that bubbled.
It was just a memory.
(C)LIVVI

I have a much poetic soul.
I use my pen to fill a hole.
A hole which is in fact a void.
Should I not write
I would get annoyed.
Things that irk me far too many.
If I could not ***** about religion.
Lack of it or not.
Perhaps politics.

Tiny things that really itch.
Wind me up and help me *****.
Sometimes I write of moorland walks.
Or sailing ships.
Dietary requirements the increase my hips.
Chips found sitting on my shoulder.
Like an astute vulture I'm getting older.
As my life goes onwards.
My pen is getting bolder.

I write of *** and drugs and rock and roll.
Quarter century long past.
Once upon a time a blast.
Once all flowed through the poets soul.
The poet now is quiet and sweet.
Long time since between the sheets, for anything except perfect sleep.
But I'm not bored.
I have my pen.
Time and time again.
(C) LIVVI

Feeling red and green and blue.
The morning crept round way too soon.
And all she really wants is you.
She only finds one that she wants, once upon a bluish moon.

She left so early, dashed off home.
To give her pup attention.
In a drunken state, she tripped and skipped past saluting garden gnome.
Thing to state is on arrival,her pup did not her mention.

She tumbled noisy into bed.
The dog did her ignore.
Making enough racket to waken the dead.
When sunlight breached the curtain crack, her head was rather sore.

Dog is being quiet now.
Her owner just a grumpy cow.
(c)LIVVI

Thou didst dare to hold her close in heart.
Close be thee held in lovers mind.
How didst they e'er fall apart.
Ne'er did she ever hope to find.
For now has love has gone.
Tears of grief come falling down.
Now the lady love's alone.
A smile inverted, a growing frown.
Still thou lived within her mind.
Eternal nightmare.
Should she seek, never will she find.
He is not there.
When love so precious and pure left.
Any reason for life continuing merely bereft.
LIVVI

LOVE AND PAIN

Love and pain rode in a boat.
They had a mighty fight.
Pain grabbed love most painfully, around her pretty throat.
Fight began in morning time, dids't cease by darkest night.

Love had eyes that spoke of dreams.
Pain had eyes as black as coal.
Love wrote letters reams and reams.
Pain laughed hard with blackened eyes, for pain could find no soul.

Love smiled inside the lady fair.
Pain tried so hard to beat her wishes.
Love sparked on inside, she dreamed, she ne'er had a care.
Pain tumbled overboard, now dwelling with the fishes.

For 'twas the dawn of Sunday morn.
When the river gave up pain, pain was pulled out screaming all sodden and forlorn.
(c)LIVVI

We walk through the woods.
The wind in our hair.
Childlike.
Almost skipping.
Walking on air.
Kisses of sunshine.
Such delight to be there.
Hands clasped together.
Unity.
Sensing feelings that flow, so electrically charged.
Meeting of eyes.
Greeting of minds.
Cultivating roses of our own making.
Freshly pruned.
Shapely creations.
(C)LIVVI

AMUSING MUSING

All my friends they are leaving.
Gone off falling in love.
Thank the Lord for the summer sun.
Soon to come.
To dry the rain.
Soothing subtly with kisses.
Dry grass and puppy dogs.

Sitting musing on fallen logs.
Of friendships that left.
And hearts that were broke.
Of the long past lovers that no longer spoke.
No more words uttered.
Their bread's always buttered.
Easier to swallow when moist.
Single minded.
A little lonely.
No choices.
Hollow voices.
Hollering proudly.
Free flying.
Fire sign spirit in me.
(c)LIVVI

The most learned of astronomers, philosophers and medical men state man is born to die.
Timely sands starts flowing, in-vitro.
Before you first open your beautiful eyes.
Opening those eyes, to first see the light.

For, as a child, odd moments occur.
You could potentially be dying of fright.
Just me having a chuckle.
Not wanting to believe life is minute.
Oh, so scared of dying.

At some stage in life.
Children can't conceive the fact, one day all men have to die.

Once upon a time.
I was said child.
I grew.
I started to ache knowingly.
My worry dispelled.
Dying was fearful.
I became tearful.
Not scared anymore.

Now my fellows in life are falling like flies.
No whys or wherefores,
Nothing's wrong.
Life's an eternal wheel.
Rolls on and on.
What follows life on earth?
Find me a dead man who can confirm the truth to those who still live.
Welcome to the land of wait and see.
(c)LIVVI
Inspired by the untimely death of VICTORIA WOOD.

TIRED
My expectant pen is blossoming like fresh bloom upon a springtime tree.
It is with a degree of urgency, that it fills me more and more.
Full of words and ideas.
The size of a barnacled blue whale.
I need to write.
To breathe.
To conceive of such imagery.
The mistress of the pen in spring urges the world to write and sing.
And so,
After a sleepless night at work.
Forthwith be drawn a ****** birth.
Inspired by a missing sleep morning.
Friday is dawning.
The poor poet is yawning.
(c)LIVVI

IDLE WILDERNESS
Ancient moorland calls to me.
The wind whistles, as it rustles my hair.
A trickling stream just visible.
A brown cow grazes on patches of grass.
A landscape which; looks as if mange has taken hold.
Appears sparsely coated.
Strangely, it's countryside ruminant colleagues sit beside the wall.
Yet the sky remains cloudless.
They say 'tis a prediction of coming showers or heavier rains.
Not a sign of raindrops.
Perhaps they're hiding from the breeze.
A clump of trees with leaves that rustle a touch.
Invasion from nowhere.
Crashes.
Bangs.
Sparks.
Soaked ground.
Drenched cows.

Glad I remembered my old gabardine mac.
Soaked to the bone.
Tommy came to find me.
Diesel powered pony.
Hopped inside.
Off we both go.
Poor cows, stranded in a soggy field.
I'm soggy still.
I know how they feel.
Poor things.
(c)LIVVI

I look at the clock.
Finding that I'm thinking of you again.
Visage fading into distant clouds.
Just your image.
Keeps creeping back.
Just like the smell of freshly baked bread.
Love it.
Makes me feel I'm alive.
I love fresh baked bread.
And I love you too.
And the moon is dressed with vapour trails from passing jets.
The vapour trails remind me of our foreign business trips.
Perfect pleasure.
The places we've been.
All that we've seen.
I smell your feel in my bed sheets.
As I felt your fingers in my bed hair.
Guess what?
You're just a fantasy.
You were never ever there.
(c)LIVVI

Upon my grave I swear such words.
Not be repeated by men or birds.
By kith or kin.
No mortal sin.
As scabies creeping 'neath itching skin.
Irksomeness and irritation.
Drums be banged in expectation.
May the flowers be bought forth.
So buzzing bees get fed and pollen spread.
The coming.
The going.
All mortals knowing.
Perplexed by the way the world is going.
Purple haze of flower beds.
Man and his minions are losing their heads.
Heralding a missing future.
Of dog show trophies made of pewter.
Bent out of shape.
Somewhat distorted.
Free flying world of buds and bees.
(c)LIVVI

You know what?
I don't care if I never indulge in closeness again.
*** is messy.
Love is complex.

I dwell in a room that I leave now and then.
To go to work when the need arises.
Another day.
Overflowing surprises.
Not cause I'm crazy.
I'm in love with myself.
My very being.
I can count upon me.

I don't argue back.
I have the knack of that.
I'm good at being alone.
No one to whinge at.
Nobody to moan.

The telephone rings from time to time.
Usually someone telling me that they're interested in arranging a pay out for the accident that I had many moons ago.
I say "what when was that then, you seem sure that you know".
After this I hold the phone away from my ear, and on they drone.
I can sense the pennies that tick.
As they're flowing  away down the phone line.
Do they really think, I'm that thick.
I guess, they've all got earn a crust.
(C) LIVVI

I met you making movies.
We made them on the sand.
Drama and artistry moulded wonderfully 'tween our hands.
We cast out ropes to catch sweethearts.
Making movies.
Raptures art.
Throw roses round the fireplace.
Dress the mantle with perfect lace.
Captured cherries.
Fed with grapes and wine.
Love may be mine.
I shall not whinge nor ever whine.
(c)LIVVI

You stole the diamonds in my eyes.
And turned them into tears.

***** dragons dancing at daylight.
With bright sparks they fed you.
Filled you up.
Love of my life.
A lovesick pup.
Been the same for years.

Coffee creme and mallow kisses.
Dreams of love forever wishes.
Strawberry fool.

You don't see my tears.
I won't let you.
No regrets.

Costly trinkets winked as you fled.
Sparkled for a moment in space,
Then you were dead.
Filling up again.
Tangerine dreams and jealousy pain.
You left my soul so cold.
Still I wait for the greatest love of all.
I see the phone.
It never rings.
You never ever call.
I fell at your calling.
Kinda stopped falling.
A chalk on a bedpost.
Merely a ghost.
(c)LIVVI

In your eyes.
I saw the love that grew.
I thought of you.
I still do.
I felt your hands touch mine.
A whisper in my mind.
You are an echo.
Sometimes you rumble like a storm.
A charming storm.
A fire storm.
You burn my heart.
A comfort blanket.
Created by two
You and I.
Baby boys blue.
(c)LIVVI

Time flies, as none can clip his wings.
No matter how old he is.
Never shall he die.
He is not by us controllable.
No harness him restrain.
He stops for all among us.
But himself he remains unchanged.
(c)LIVVI

This morning,
I watched a moth.
A tatty brown moth.
Struggling to be free,
it's wings were sodden.
It couldn't fly.
From that,
I drew the equation of struggling to work in a fast food joint.
Struggling to prosper, to be set free.
To relax.

Poor creature,
It was fighting hard,
Beyond redemption.
It was lured into the death trap of light,
As it buzzed into my kitchen overnight.

The moth was drowning.
So were the restaurant workers.
The workers have no breathing space,
They can leave at the end of their shift.
It's not the end of their tired lives.

Both struggling to break free.
Inevitably, the moth will expire.
The staff at the drive- through.
They might get second chances.
Unlike the moth from the night light.
They continue to dance,
At the end of the day.
As they flit away.
An honest days wages,
Bought a few pennies pay.
They can scrawl in their journals.
Their tales of the days.
Never lazy days,
The days when they worked at the fast food joint.
(C) Livvi

Somewhere in East London.
Setting sun is sleeping tight.
Welcoming the city lights.

And the honeysuckle curls around the wire.
Where we once lent.
Good times we spent.
But you were a liar.

Summer last year came and went.
Memories of fish and chips.
Such great moments spent.
On Brighton prom.
Sat on that bench.
Our bench.
Watching the rolling waves.
The rolling waves that saved us.
Discarded the wrappers and ran like the clappers.
Flew like the wind.
Which demanded to beat us right round the ears.

Into the sunset.
Lest us not forget how we felt before the sun dared to set.
Seeing you cry before saying goodbye.
Waving careless hands.
Tears that rolled from the end of your nose.
Magic wands.
Can't fix it.
Sought fortune.
In fortune-telling.
Tarot cards selling.
Welling tears.
Many years been and gone.
Still the same old song.
Banging the gong.
All gone.
(c)LIVVI