It's six o clock in the morning.
My blessed day off.
As if the hands of time shook me awake themselves.
Almost a phantom.
It, Time  enters my living realm and catches me from slumber deep.
Drives me crazy almost an insult.
Sunday kiss..
Never need to wake up so early.
Body clock of time.
Always screams " you do".
(C) Livvi Kent 20/10/2013

It's six o clock in the morning.
My blessed day off.
As if the hands of time shook me awake themselves.
Almost a phantom.
It, Time  enters my living realm and catches me from slumber deep.
Drives me crazy almost an insult.
Sunday kiss..
Never need to wake up so early.
Body clock of time.
Always screams " you do".
(C) Livvi Kent 20/10/2013

Stormy Sky!

Buttermilk stained sky.
Almost mackerel.
Scaly streaked.
Stripes in pile of cloudy sky.
Clouds tinged pink.
Textured in cream.
As standing brave sentinels.
Guarding heaven's gate.
Fearsome portent.
A warning to the lofty ships.
Sails lowered.
Make for shore for sure.
Cumbersome cumulus.
Expecting birth of storm to descend.
By ladylivvi1

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I shall hold you close as you take your last breath.
Stroking your hair as you slip away.
As a last request.
I will kiss you.
As I know you're leaving.
With my tears.
I shan't wake you.
I will whisper goodbye.
As you slip into the land of eternal night.
But I won't sing to you...
My voice is that of harpie.
You deserve sweet tenderness.
The best that I could give!
(C) Livvi Kent 16/10/2013

My ***!

Smashed a memory today.
An pixie ***.
Made for me many years ago.
A large book from my shelf did tumble.
My lovely *** got smashed to bits.
Beyond repair.

Broke my heart.
Loved and cherished it.
A patient gave it to me as a gift.
Before my training started.
Worthless financially.
Priceless a treasure.

Nostalgic memories.
Felt the tears streaking down my cheeks.
As in the bin I placed it.
Protected.
Wrapped it carefully.
Much much too late.
Never can be replaced!
By ladylivvi1

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Nirvana

Heart hopes enlightenment is found.
Nirvana for a loving friend.
To fly the sky on angel wings.
Seeking joy in all she brings.

Pleasure for taking.
Deep inside a story book.
Divinity in serenity.
Held tight in heaven's arms.
An obvious work of art.
Serendipity prompted.
Antiquity in reason.

Wishing on a starry night to catch a dream.
A dream for you.
Succeeds in a moment.
Another to come.
Second breaths carried on eagle wings.
Strong supporting.
Bridging time.
From catching past in a butterfly net.
No releasing wild child from nylon net.
Sequestrate heart.
Seek our sequel shortly.
By ladylivvi1

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Believing!

I wear your ring a token of the love we share.
Placed on my finger while I slept.
A blessing of infinite love we shared.
I bathe within your wealth of knowledge.
A treasured prize for thee and me.
This precious gift from thee to me.

Me.
I believe in this thing called love.
An epic tale of love that's true.
Love is a deluge of drowning emotions.
Sometimes frowning emotions.

I know within this heart of sorrow.
That your love is true.
Too true.
Despite your protestations.

Our love will ride the time of sorrow.
Cruise tsunami into morrow.
Cannot break these bonds.

Believe,
For they are not mine to break.
My heart, my soul.
My love you take
By ladylivvi1

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Washing!

Dashed onto a million rocks.
Jagged.
Seashore vibrates.
Autumnal storms.
Blow wild and free.
Sky heavy with God's tears.
Wind carrying angels breath.
Tears flow free.
Gods release.
Washing evil away.
World peace.
All in a dream!



By ladylivvi1

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Syndicate!

Venezuela.
A land of ghosts.
Where cell phones die.
Undetectable.
As families cry.
For their lost loves.

Hostages taken.
Vanish into night.
For minimal ransom.
Ransoms paid by families of wealth.
Abductees murdered.
Rarely returned.
Hostage takers.
Rarely caught.
In this land of class distinction.
Tension builds.
Some.
The lucky ones get taken from the avenues.
Taken to the ATM.
Where their bank accounts are drained.
Given drugs then dumped again.


Caracas homicide rates high.
Ransoms paid and men still die!
In this dark land where crimes flies.
Never solved in this land so corrupt.
By ladylivvi1

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My Computer and my Pen!

You give me all that I want.
All I could ever need.
Take cherished space with perfect dignity.
You called to me and do so still.
I delivered a gift to thee.
No charity.
I need no more.
Need no less.
Times spent with you are just the best!
By ladylivvi1

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Saturday Mourning!

Morning.
Dawn broke.
Clouds so full they fractured.
Rain fells so hard it bounced upwards on the grass.
Window kissed by speckled bird egg dots.

Breeze was tickling tree-tops tenderly.
Now bashed by windy blast.
Whistling through window cracks.
Not a cheery murmur.

The cold set in today.
Peered out of dotted pane.
The flowers of sun are gone.
Maybe murdered by the falling storm.
No snow or ice.
Just crisp in autumn touch.

Notion of hopping out of bed is not a kicking one.
Time to move the chilly frame.
Put the coffee on!
By ladylivvi1

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I strolled along the street one day, A young guy with a dog said "hey,
"Missus can you help me, please",
Looked so gaunt,
Leaned in his craggy doorway,
While waiting for some luck to fall his way,
A fallen angel walked his way...smiled wryly, "say I say, what can i do for you this day?"
"scoop me up and take me home, I so desire to see your throne".
"Had enough of mortal life, lost my children, lost my wife"
I have nothing left at all,  I have a dog but, have no ball.
He is my one and only friend...I know on him I can depend.
The fallen angel picked him up, piercing his heart with a dagger of ice,
He bled inside ,his heart was drained , so only his poor dog remained.
His one and only  wish he  gained,
The dog was taken to my heart and still today, we'll never part.
I was that fallen angel, that took his heart, that day!
Never ever punished because of my way!
He got his desire that fate filled day,
His wish was granted and his good dog had it's day!!
Obviously, this is a piece of pure fantasy, that came to me after reading Chris's  poem, which is pure excellence as usual.
Copyright Livvi Kent 10/02/2013.

Night time's come.
Where have the shadows gone.
Maybe dissolved when daylight left.

They come and go in light of day.
They love to play their crazy games.
Shadows of dudes.
Shadows of dames.
All in relation to time.

Strange creatures.
They are just shadows.
Turn off the light.
They vanish.

Turn on the light.
They're back.
Shrinking fast.
Growing quick.

Their own position changes.
In a perfect stance.
By light enhanced.
Free spirits in dark shadows.
Evicted by the switch.
By ladylivvi1

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Language!

The omnipotent shambles of language.
Provoked a full debate.
On one odd afternoon of T.V.
This question most odd was laid open to the floor.

So,
Is a score twenty.
Or how do we score.
All rather weird made me hunt out some more.
Queens English goes to battle with lingo of slang.
Insists interpretation of many different words.
Almost a spoken thesaurus.
Is brilliant bright and shiny,gleaming in the sun...
Or is one extremely bright, a human with ability.

Mild calm and easy going.
Perhaps tasteless...
How about misuse...waste and squander.
*******, desecration.
Mighty strange.
English.
A collection peculiarities!
By ladylivvi1

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Fallen Angel Part 5 !

Devil real angry.
Gathered collection of earth's evil leaders.
Descended dragged them home screaming.
Back into realms of hell they fell.
His dominion.
He loves it well.

Grabbed a million executed witches.
Once burned strapped onto their stakes.
The devil a gambling man.
Hedged his bets.
With these ladies.
Chaos on earth could he make.
Him.
Witches.
Evil leaders.

Creation of earthquakes.
A fusion of cracks through earth did break.
As champagne fizz.
Fires burn effervescent.
Bubbled over.
Such vile evil stench.

Earth mantle dressed in disarray.
Mother Earth total disorder.
Fires of hell released.
Avenged the earth.
Witches carried from hell on lava flow.
Spat evil curses over many lands.

Men on earth screamed out in prayer.
Immortal incantations beat.
Clouds break.
Angelic hosts.
Cover lands with holy ghost.
With love and sensibility.
Evil was once more beat.
Once more goodness triumphed.
Man once again set free!
By ladylivvi1

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In the land near death I sit.
The death that comes of sleep.
With heavy head and sodden heart.
In a flush of wash away.
Today
Long day.
Dark night.
Head tumbles.
Pennies almost weigh my eyes.
Keep them locked tight shut.
As I bid your world goodnight.
Livvi Kent 09/10/2013

Changes!

Love is.
A hurricane of emotions in a muddle.
Standing.
Still in the freezing cold.
A tropical storm.
Lashing water.
Heated by mother nature's loving blast.
Revenge of Tornado's after blast.
Mists hide secretive moments.
Sun burns inside out.
Inferno melts.
Clouds burst.
Earthquake.
Heart breaks.
Snaps in two.
Changing each minute that I love you


By ladylivvi1

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Ecstasy in the Morning!

Embrace me.
Make me wet.
Drench me.
Lay with me on the grass in the morning.
Obsess me.
Hide me.
Keep secrets from my eyes.
Bless me with wet kisses.
All over my body.
Waiting for daylight to come.
Autumnal morning.
He falls over himself to cover my body.
Moisture soaked.
Enough to last till noon.
I missed the morning's mist today.
On the train.
No running through the fields.
No playing in early morning mist.
Just another working day!
By ladylivvi1

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Memories of Ignorance!

Survey the bay.
Dolphins play just off shore in sapphire half-light.
Roll of warm water,
Lapping jetty's edge.
Ocean treasures frolic.
Almost laughing in unison.

Tranquil in virtual silence they splash.
Warmth left engraved in heartfelt memories.
Was no tropical lagoon.
Torbay as a child.
My home.
Distant to me now.
Fond memories bless my mind.

Parents in tow.
Not sure who led who.
Not dolphins at all.
Porpoise.
Still elegant.

Departing parents separated.
Never forgot the place.
I miss the sea.
Like a dolphin I'm free.

On my last visit.
Committed Father to the flames.
Without him.
I'm shamed.
My memories of him.
Few and far between.
He too was a poet.
When alive.
Had no chance to say 'bye bye'
A total lack of interest felt.
So tell me please.
When at his funeral.
Why in hell's name did I melt.




By ladylivvi1

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The Bedroom! That Bedroom!

Step into the room.
Crunch underfoot.
Pizza boxes piled high.
Cans of rice not so nice.
Piled up on bedroom side.
T.V should sit and entertain us.
Not enough room on the sides.
Can't find the carpet.
Nor the floor.
Son's bedroom.
The place I abhor!
By ladylivvi1

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The Body Part 1!

Was in a body of evidence.
She was lost.
Young body was found.
Lain on the wooded forest floor.
In a glade.
A shaft of sunlight illuminated a tragedy.
In near silence.
Not even a hare's breath.
Only sound was chorus of dawn from duplicitous birds.
Covering up errors of night's foray.
While hunting for snippets on the wind.
Snippets of moths and remnants of bugs.
Weren't out for carrion.
Did not notice last night's carry on.

The walkers wandered through the trees.
Found sunlit copse where body lay.
She was young.
Auburn haired.
So pretty.
Laid out precisely.
Liken to sleep.
Barely untouched.
Not a hair out of place.
Strange serene smile upon her young face.
Eyes closed tight, as a flower in bud.
Pallid.
Death had stolen her colouring.
Taken her life away.

By ladylivvi1

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Fallen Angel Part 4 !


The demon danced on the highway.
The highway led direct from hell.

Was the start of trouble brewing.

Going to find the wife who fell.

Came up.

Surveyed the situation.

Went to view the league of nations.

To present his case to all the world.

He wanted back his **** girl.

Him.

He stood all dressed in black.

Not a hair out of place.

All slicked back.

Six foot four with wings of steel.

Evil eyes.

Such man appeal.

Pledged allegiance to the United Nations.

Would not listen to this beast of disgrace.

Did not want to listen.

To the story he wrapped up with lace.

Be gone vile fiend said the court of the

world.

You are a disgrace.

Remove your face.

So the devil he did.

Visage not of beauty.

Wrinkled face of ages past.

No ****** horn.

Summoned his minions.

Lucifer’s spawn.

Invaded the courthouse.

In earthly realm.

World war was born.

Who on earth was to take the blame?
By ladylivvi1



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Under The Bed!

Where shadows creep.
Nightmares lurk.
A child cries.
Fear not dispelled.
Sandman will not venture here.
For he too.
Is filled with fear.
In the secret land under the bunk.
A trunk.
What nastiness concealed therein.
If you're brave enough to move it.
Below it is a hole.

The hole descends deeper and deeper.
At the base of the hole.
Lives the Grim Reaper.
What could be unleashed.

Better put it back quick.
He won't miss a trick.
To put pay to all life on this magic planet.
That would give him such fun.

Should shove it back.
It is very heavy.
The trunk made of wood.
Padlock in situ.
Wrought iron in black.
With eerie designs engraved with strange runes.
Decipher the code.
You can't understand.
Perhaps they said 'leave well alone'.

Being a hero, an intrepid explorer.
Decided he wouldn't be able.
Dragged it out left it by the old table.
No desire to open the box.
Got his caving gear out.
Searchlight on a miner's cap.

Down he went,
Down down down.
Was dark and damp smelled of mould.

Rustling in the ether.
A sound he heard.
Fear set in.
Adrenaline rush.
Rushed faster than he.
Scrambled up the side out of the pit.
A lucky escape I am sure.

Dragged the chest back under the bed.
Shaking he fled back out through the door.
Surveyed the situation.
All was quiet.
Crept back into bed.

Covers over his ears.
Still shaking a little.
Never had a dream as thus.
What it is to be brave in dreams!
By ladylivvi1

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Tiger!

Tiger!
Tantalised by the shadows in which he hides.

A camouflage of tigers eye.

Waiting silently to snare his prey.

The absolute hunter on nature’s prowl.



A secret whisper through the trees.

Alerts the muntjak where he creeps.

Capture he evades today.

A crunch of broken branches underfoot.

For today he lives to see the dawning of another day.

By ladylivvi1

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Character assassinated in a complex mind.

Believe fear restrains.

Keeps chained in estranged love.

Place with no escape.

In never ending circles.

A rotation floats on a whirlpool ride.

Diving  to  the river bed.

A million excuses cover the hold on a chilled heart.

Olivia Kent 2013

Loneliness!

Loneliness!

Creeps into full room unseen.

The fatherless child of loneliness.

Stood up in solitude.

Unnoticed in noisy melee.

Rips a soul to shreds.



A vicious circle.

A cycle of lies.

This near friendless soul.

A choice ingested.

Used to flying solo.

Habitual situation.

Being Alone.



Loneliness eats.

Delicious at times.

Most of the time.

Writing autobiography.

Just moments on a tapestry.

Love is still.

Still and silent.

Need love.

Just doesn’t fit.

Can’t do it.

A self-fulfilling prophecy.

Opulent at times.

Destitute at others.

Upward moving.

Stranded in whole self.

In a world full of nations.

By ladylivvi1

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At the cliff edge I totter.
Clasping at daisies
Before reaching out for infinity.
Daisies, memoirs of love you forgot.

I actually believe that you have not.
Sat on the bed sadly remembering the words.
When last I sat with you.
Remember ''Daisy, Daisy'
'Give me your answer do''.

This is crazy.
When I mention feet you are dismissive.
And your back.
Sounds like a frightened excuse.
To break lose maybe due to fear.

After all he said.
'She must love me.
When she's dressed in black'
He's right of course,
She loves him true.
Poems of love under the oak.
He wrote of rings and things
Strange vows.
Not meaning physical marriage.
Just marriage of minds.

Worried she'll take his quill.
Invade his home.
She never will.
She will not steal his right to write.
Two of them have pens with might.
She writes as much as he.
Even if in different quality.

She sometimes wishes they'd never met.
She knows neither will ever forget or regret.
By ladylivvi1

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How in hell does a child lay dead in bed for twenty one months?
A question that many asked.
Starved to death by mother so cruel.
For over a year.
Was left dead.
Four years old.
Dressed in six month baby clothes.
In eternal sleep.

Could you imagine the smell and the flies.
Cruel mother with concoction of lies.
Alcohol took precedence over her family.
Eight children.
Left in a neglect of disrespect.
Mother threatens sibling that others will all die.
By her hand.
Horrendous indeed!
In a home of squalid life.

Fifteen years in jail.
Nowhere near enough.
The judicial system not tough.
I too am a mother.
Was never very good.
Could not behave like that.
I know I never could.
Not very tidy.
I am a messy *****.
No way on this planet.
Could I ever be a wicked witch.

Poor child.
Rest In Peace!
By ladylivvi1

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Dream a dream.
Make paradise twice as nice.
Take away all ills.
Apollo taught muses their crafts.
While playing on his lyre.

The muses danced on laurel leaves.
Paradise on Mount Helicon.
What was purpose of those muses?
I hear your request.

In land of myth from times long gone.
Nine goddesses,
spirits,
to put the world to rights.
With artistry, music, science and literature.
Linked under the heavens.
Forget the evils of the world.
Music, poetry catharsis.


Thalia.
Hysterical lady of comedy it seemed.
Good cheer and plenty sent.

Clio.
Made her history.
Wanted fame 'twas said.
Tried to keep it cheerful.

Along came Melpomene.
Singing loudly while playing around with tragedy.

Urania.
In celestial style,
glances to the heavens.

While Polyhymnia.
Sings and dances.
Making many songs
Sometimes in a silent mime.

The lovely Erato compiled poetic words of love.

Euterpe.
Made lyrics poetical
Brim filled with joy.
Maybe for Polyhymnia to sing

Calliope.
Her beautiful voice is heard.
Nearly a Nightingale.
Maybe singing bird.

Creation of poems based on epics.
Terpsichore
Danced on and on eternally.

While poets pens write on!
By ladylivvi1

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Romance once lived in a tragic heart.
Released.
Now she dances.
Only through the catacombs of ancient Rome.
Where Latin lovers once lived.

Love is a larceny.
A tragic crime in time.
Sent to prison.
For crimes not committed by woman.
Nor man.
Insulted by emotions.

Playing games of idiocy.
In idiosyncratic ways.
Left awarded only agony.
Prize for suffering such pain.
Pain not caused by self.
Self trapped.
With eyes wide shut.

Unseeing eyes.
Hiding secrets.
Broken.
Away from the world.
Don't want to love again.

One more love would be a wonder.
Seared by pain.
Won't love again.
Scared to love again and lose.
Unjustly executed.
Believes emotion's dead!




By ladylivvi1

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In syncope she quivers.
Shaken up.
Lost all her fizz.
She's known all along.
All that glitters is not gold.
The silversmith came.
Forged a blade of silver.
For her to slip into her purse.
The blade in shape of crescent moon.

Ripped her heart to shreds too soon.
Wanted to keep it close at hand.
To breach no promises.
Not to demand.
Princess pushy.
Has regrets.
Would have a whole lot less.

If he should answer messages sent.
Then requests would be received.
Wouldn't be pushy.
No pushiness would e'er be shown.
There'd be no need at all.
Ignorance is bliss they say.
If only she had known.
She wouldn't have to moan!
By ladylivvi1

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On the plains today a foul discovery was made, as 10 mighty  ivory towers lay slain,
cruel man takes life's decisions from  fate,
Decide the need to die, for what?
A family destroyed without need , for greed,
No trade,
Embargo stands steadfast, so why?
No point, beasts of grand stature, collapsed as deflated,
Innocent as children with children,
All massacred!
A truly sorrow-filled day,
These elephants denied the rite of their own graveyard,
Bless these gorgeous beasts,
Curse the poachers to burn deep in the fires of hell for all eternity and more !!!
Copyright  Olivia Kent 9th January 2013.

Spellbound!

You are so *****.
Dress like the devil that took over your mind.
Spellbound.
Held tight in demon's mental grip.
In spells of deep despair you lay.

A stroke of magic.
She will flourish
To nourish your soul with goodness.
She is the sun in the morning.
Feminine delicate.
The moon in your nights.
Her treasured loving will put you right.
Mornings touch will awake you with magic.

Days of fire to live and enjoy.
Not die and endure.
Melting glacier.
Let the rivers flow and warm.
Your heart needs touching.
The love of a woman.
To last forever more.
By ladylivvi1

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To Bee or Not To Bee?

As a bee to a flower you are drawn to her.
An enchantress.
She won't let go.
She provides no toxicity.
Has no sting in her tail.
Lady fair.

She is the queen of all you survey.
In and out of your head.
Such an annoying buzz.
Irksome, Irritating,
Like an itch you need to scratch.

Why does she annoy you so with her sweet hum.,
Because..,
You want her in your world.
She is the only one!
By ladylivvi1

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There is no surrender.
Only death.
He stands in front of the soldier's eyes.
Brave men and women dignified.
Stand strong as mighty force.
With support of world.
No dishonour in death.

Death is a callous foe.
Rips the hearts from all he knows.
Encounters many.
Far too many.
Screaming wind blasts.
Swearing in altered tongues.
Guns fire rampant volleys.
Caught another soul.

The final curtain call.
Parting heavens gate.
A pure soul enters.
Removed from life in one fleeting moment.
A tragedy of honest youth.
As his comrades play the last salute.
A volley in his honour.
This young mans.
Last Post!
By ladylivvi1

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Waterloo Dreams Spent!

Outstanding.
His love.
In a fine muddle of loss,
In a pre-conceived idea.
The way to turn obliterated.
Imaginations images obscured.
Blocked by blinding light.
A nutcase in rebellion.
Without acknowledgement.

Love,
She left her emotions on the platform.
Down at Waterloo.
All the love she ever felt,
Turned deepest sapphire blue.
Abolition on the tissue,
She used to wipe her weeping eyes.
Along with words of worship.
Unjustly spent.
Before truth came along.
Then away she went.
By ladylivvi1

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Starting to drift.
Off the land of nod I go.
Where pillows remind me of candy clouds.
It's silent.
Not a sound.
Except the teasing echoes of words entering my brain.
Taunting me.
Savouring moments of tranquility.
I can feel myself slipping away into another restful realm.
Hey hey,
Whatever next.
The tickle fairy wakes me.
Fills my mind, more words insane.
A zany moment.
Like a beer fizzing.
Another poems brewing.
Will I ever rest.
Probably not.
Writing's what I love the best!

Sorry guys another silly write! probably a bit more sensible than potatoes!
By ladylivvi1

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Duchesse bought into the room upon a silver platter.
Cried a tiny tear.
The diners cried,
Oh my, what's the matter dear.
Duchesse replied through egg streaked tears.
They've gone and mashed my family.
My sister's stuck in boiling fat.
Made her crisp and crunchy.
My brother darling, my sweet brother.
The sent to the land of France.
Where as Dauphenoise.
He will entrance.
My cousin's she's not feeling good.
Chipped as choice.
To fill the tums of ravenous children.
Me.
I Overhead a conversation.
They said I was a tuba.
Thought I was destined for a band!
Then I realised from a tuber I'd be growing.
Not being played
I had to feed the land!

Good grief... I'm in a really stupid mood tonight! Livvi x
By ladylivvi1

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Bed is calling.
I can hear it loud.
Got to fight it.
Wrestle it to the ground.
Get away, I scream.
Monday's already arriving too soon.
Of that there is no doubt.

With cat of nine tails got it.
Trapped it in the corner.
I will not obey it's call.
I am a stubborn soul.
Will grace the bed with sweet retreat.
When my body's feeling cold.

Morning coming round too quick.
Thought of work makes me feel sick.
Okay on my part.
Slight exaggeration.
Just my wild imagination.
Who the hell fights beds anyway.
I have no whips or chains.
A cat of nine tails, not a chance.
Would lead my dog a merry dance!
By ladylivvi1

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Monolith a standing stone always lost.
Can't go anywhere.
Always alone.
Silently standing in monotone.
Lonely stone.

Can he watch what he sees.
Been static a lifetime and more.
Has he got a history wedged in a stone brain.
Does he have all seeing eyes.

Is it cold standing out with the kiss of frost.
Moon rises and sets.
Sun kisses and misses.
Lichen used as a coat.
Does the heat perplex him.

If it does he won't say.
Just takes it all in with his all seeing eyes.
Why is he male.
Just know.
Seemed to fit with a heart of stone.

(NO OFFENCE MEANT, GENTS)
By ladylivvi1

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Greatly they stand as marionettes.
Minus strings.
Seemingly dancing over the relic of the shack.
Live two doors down from me.
Stuck in a garden of neglect
As an escapade of string free dancers.
Seemingly perform a ballet of their own.
Tossed about in autumn breeze.
Still tower above the smaller trees.

They sway in the rhythm of the wind.
Family of four.
Faces liken to dinner plates with seedy smiles.
Standing tall and stooping down.
As if performing to a crowd.
A family of flower folk.
Papa, mama, teenager and infant.
Sway the afternoon away.
Until the frosts scare them away!
By ladylivvi1

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The puppy sat by the door.
Near dying to go out.
Crying an abysmal wail
As if a naughty child.
Pawed and clawed the kitchen door.

No-one heard the honey pup.
Everyone was out.
Owner running late for work.
Neglected to let her run.
However could she forget.

It got to six a clock at night.
No-body came.
The tension built up.
Fluid build up.
Exploded sweet pup.
(metaphorically of course)

Owner came home.
Just couldn't be cross.
Cleaned up the muddle-some puddle.
Gave her puppy a hug.
Smiled to herself.
Said to puppy how sorry she was.
Cautionary tale acquired from here.
No matter how ever late you ever may be.
Put your cute puppy out to ***!

By ladylivvi1

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Glorious day.
The Sabbath day.
Saw my little daughter.
Probably shouldn't oughta.
Cost me dear.
Gave her payday loan.

On the way home peeped over the bridge.
Down in the docks magnificence stood.
A queen and traveller.
As mountains in dock.
Waiting until the bells on the clock.
Decree it's time to leave.
To set them free.
To rove the seas again.

Tall and silent they stood no evidence of kerfuffle.
No brass bands just silence.
As cavernous funnels scratched the sky.
The queen had funnels.
The traveller none.

Appear like a tower block on the dock.
The Venturer was truly a giant.
Queen Mary minimal in some strange comparison.
Beautiful and elegant in their domain.

Got home.
Sat on my bed.
Delighted as my stomach was fed.
Looked out of my room.
Over the gardens.
Up the path.
More sunflowers .
Than were there before.
Many more blooming like solar majesty.

Queen of the gardens v queens of the sea.
By ladylivvi1

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Friday marches in.
Trumpets playing serenades.
Nearly last weeks end.
Banners flying high.
It's five o clock or there abouts.
Hark,
Delighted squeals and shouts.
Buildings locked, off we trot.
To the station, week forgot.

Saturday descends with her restful smile.
Chill at home just for a while.
Wake up in the early hours.
In dream state panic.
Forgot the day.
Thought work was calling me today.
Realise it's Saturday.
Turn over.
Drift back off to sleep.

Sunday morn.
A sleepless night.
Woke up at seven.
Coffee on.
Then it dawned on me.
The weekend's nearly gone.

Make the most of Sabbath day.
Monday's coming anyway.
When back to work.
Off I'll trot.
Satisfied sort of with my lot.
I truly hope Sunday doesn't fly to fast.
Sunday waiting for Monday is never a blast!
By ladylivvi1

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Fornication what a tangle.
Writhing bodies at all angles.
What's fornication without love.
Nothing short of misery.
A touch, a stroke.
A hold him tight.
Subtle sweep of sentiment.
Words whispered in a rash of passion.
Lay next to him.
Keep heart ablaze at night.
Gently, gently move away.
So his being can cool down.
Feels the heat.
Blaze result of passion spent.
Lay down to sleep.
To dream a dream of him again.
Livvi  28/09/2013

It's an eternal punishment.
Bereft of love in darkest place.
Got donation of love as the ancient sages said I would.
Only from time to time.
In a checkered history.
As queen on a chessboard.
Always being taken out.
My love spread across the pages of a dated tea stained periodical.
Written in love letters in pure poetry.
I cannot measure up to her.
Poetic justice.
That's for me
Was predicted by the seers.
Forsooth, that I shall die alone.
In a vendetta of being on my own.
Once unlawful utterance he gave to me.
I love you said he.
In him I placed belief.
In loves space I leave behind a wreath!
By ladylivvi1

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From the beach front seen.
Scene from a movie.
Maybe image from a magazine.
An eerie flotilla of vessels tiny.
Safely escorting her home.
Mere pin ****** on the bright horizon.
Sky lit up near sapphire.
Dressed with resounding rebound light.
Reflected from the moon.
Near cloudless was the sky that night.

Engraved on the horizon red sails.
Redder than scarlet.
Blazing orange aura.
Glowing in the twilight sky.
Creepy ensign just visible flying at her helm.
In myth this was mentioned by many a sorry soul.

Perhaps portent of coming doom.
The dead they just don't know.
No-one knew who'd seen her.
Twas many years ago.
The dead had long since perished.
Was the warning true.
None will ever know.
By ladylivvi1

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Herald my coming man with wings of steel.
The trumpets will announce my arrival.
Written in here or as words spoken indeed.
A brass band will play in our honour.
From the bus I will step into a world unknown.
Reception unknown too.
Last bus to London.
Into the land of mortal sin.
Maybe not sin.
Maybe a  way of life for the living.

I now pronounce my arrival!
In advance.
On the eleventh day of the eleventh month.
I shall descend on the capital of our ancient nation.
Blessed gift to  you and I.
At 11 am on that day I will be in the Capitol to await the arrival of one who cares.
To stay for a week or a moment in time!
Livvi x

On the eleventh day of the eleventh month at the eleventh hour.
They shall be remembered.
Poor souls lost in dark days past.
War is not over.
Continuum of tragic loss where megalomania rules.
With iron rod.
Dignitaries undignified.
Locked safe in their protective realms.

Their dens are dark.
Their minds are dank.
Images of tragic loss.
Broadcast daily.
From wars past.
Not only one and two.
Wars lost.
Lives lost.
Vietnam America's loss.
Too may brave souls.
Crucified for useless cause.

Trodden underfoot by powers that be.
Whose actions affect nations.
Not just you and me.
Ramifications.
Unjustified terrorist attacks.
Many die.
From Nine Eleven to Kenya.
Too many lives lost.
Innocent children.
As spent matches snuffed before they flourish.
What in the world is going on!
By ladylivvi1

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Stopped dead in her tracks.
Underfoot the staircase moves.
Onward.
Ever upwards.
A cycle in continuity.
The steps step on their own.
In a continual rhyme.
Climbing.
Never stopping til it's day is done.
Go to step.
Falter.
Unable.
Stuck in an entirety of inability.
Stairs beckon.
They beat me again.

Atop.
A need to descend.
Big approach.
Determined.
Only in my dreams.
Go to etch my foot on the stair.
Say etch.
I need to scrawl.
The way the ****** escalator takes control.
More scared than feeling fear itself.
Never will I be able to step over the bridge.
Try as I might.
Phobia so much greater than me!





By ladylivvi1

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