What will thy recall of me.
When my heart has drifted out to sea.
When I cruise on clouds.
Dance on air.
No longer loud.
Who will know I was ever there.
I have not the impact of an empress.
Nor the magic of a sorceress.
Have not the beauty of a starlet.
I shall maybe just vanish into space.
Become another forgotten statistic.
A name without a face.
(c)LIVVI
Selfishly inspired by the death of Sir George Martin.

Pluck stars from the night sky.
Juggle with them.
As if they're a cosmic Catherine wheel.
Northern lights.
Most personal.
Whoosh.
Whirl.
Riding the sky at night.
Hop on a rainbow.
Ride the tide.
Spring is uncoiling.
(c)LIVVI

The sky it trembled, as it started falling in.
The poplars shook.
As the page of a book became torn and wet.
Forget not the importance of kith and kin, as they creep.
As if boils erupting under the skin.
Each family has a face.
A fantastic visage.
Crowns of thorns can not be broke within a family of workers and jokers.
With bright red hot pokers, that become stirred, but not shaken.
Futures' forsaken.
Harps played by hypocrites.
That shear their fingers.
Drawing blood instead of tears.
The knitting of a family.
Bonded on needles two at a time.
Drop just one or two stitches, all will be fine.
Clash and battle.
Cages rattle.
Clever simians.
(c)LIVVI

And there she stands.
A woman in her own right.
Bringer of love.
Giver of life.
She has sparkles in her fire filled eyes.
Bearing a smile a mile wide.
Decisions she makes bear issues to many.
Without her woman's hood.
Would not be any.
Delightful.
A lady.
Frightful.
Maybe.
She has wiles.
Endures trials.
You think you control her dials.
You know she knows.
You won't admit it.
She knows she will win.
(c)LIVVI

I have a sword.
My sword is my fountain pen.
It bleeds navy blood.
It is my soldier.
My sailor.
Personal tinker.
Begotten tailor.
Fashionable.
Passionate.
My own redeemer.
I have my own shield.
Feel it.
Green.
Bright.
Protective.
My hands hide behind it.
Safety in numbers.
I can count on my fingers.
If nothing else.
The words of my sword.
And the hold of my shield.
Always my wealth.
Protectors of health.
(c)LIVVI

Crunch underfoot.
Climbing crawling.
Watch where you're walking.
The birds they are hungry.
Missing out to clumsy feet.
So are the French.
"ESCARGOT"
Bon appetite.....
Yuck.
(c)LIVVI

What will thy recall of me.
When my heart has drifted out to sea.
When I cruise on clouds.
Dance on air.
No longer loud.
Who will know I was ever there.
I have not the impact of an empress.
Nor the magic of a sorceress.
Have not the beauty of a starlet.
I shall maybe just vanish into space.
Become another forgotten statistic.
A name without a face.
(c)LIVVI
Selfishly inspired by the death of Sir George Martin.

Pluck stars from the night sky.
Juggle with them.
As if they're a cosmic Catherine wheel.
Northern lights.
Most personal.
Whoosh.
Whirl.
Riding the sky at night.
Hop on a rainbow.
Ride the tide.
Spring is uncoiling.
(c)LIVVI

Grow old with me, with a smile in your eyes.
Ache with me as a heavy aged rock.
Battered by breezes.
Beaten by storms.
Frozen stiff.
Solid.
Unity of souls.
Natural resistance.
Earthy whistles.
The wind's getting up.
Seen much.
Done less.
Set in the ways of the world.
A tor standing solid upon a windy moor.
Reliant on warming sun.
Washed by precious raindrops.
A leaning spot for weary souls.
Travellers rest.
(c)LIVVI

A house should have.
Love coursing
through it's veins.
From the foundations.
Homes build nations.
Where lovers live.
It should carry the voices of children.
As they're playing at childish dreams.
It needs feeling.
Senses.
Wealth of smells.
Many more smiles.
It should be a haven outside heaven.
Cosy as an egg cup.
With a hat on ,
That's the roof.
Warm and protective.
(c)LIVVI

Taking my leave as a heart can't deceive.
Kissing good bye with a glint in my eye.
I am but silent in the distance now.
Before the hills with diamonds in.
At the seat of a most mighty nation.
A smile.
A continuum of love inside.
A mighty life.
A superb ride.
Upon a white horse,
Bearing a lion and a unicorn upon a banner.
Flying astride.
Proud to move onwards.
Side saddle.
Let's ride.
(c)LIVVI

My legs are as cold as my heart is.
Sensation of numb.
It's not comfortable.
A heartless fool indeed I am.
Some how I grin.
Tasting sin.
Chapped blazing lips.
They bleed for I am a vampire.
Myself I feed.
Self-sufficient.
In winter splitting.
Lips that are cracking, always leaking.
(c)LIVVI

Watch my lips.
Read what they say.
Not the words or syllables.
Listen to the tone I use.
Read the dialect.
Queen's English.
South of the Thames.
Estuary English.
Hear my heart felt feelings be spoke.
The hiss of an irritated snake.
The whisper of a fairy.
Vengeful vocal viking.
Incredible untutored intuition.
Wonderful wordsmith.
Never shuts up.
(c)LIVVI

You are mine and I am yours.
Captured in such powerful jaws.
We thrive as we  strive to survive.
Upon each other.
Wishes made of dandelion down.
You always smile.
I always frown.
The clown of the class and the silly lass.
We catch snowflakes made of mistakes.
That melt on touching hands so warm.
Do you love me?
Of that I'm not sure.
For I am the pauper outside of the door.
I don't want you really.
I never did.
(c)LIVVI

Don't wanna live in the city lights.
Wanna hideaway at night.
Want love to blind me.
Only truth to find me.
Love to bind me.

Knots of raffia
Make me a basket.
Red yellow and blue.
Fill it with your honest truth.

City lights hidden dreams.
Poor visibility screams.
You wear your bikini.
Just covers some bits
Like a songbird.
A lady with wit.

Knots of raffia
Create me a basket
Red yellow and blue to make a neat basket.
Load it with love and fill it with flowers.
Weaving, binding true love over hours.

Stitch me a quilt all of my own.
Darling, the comfort of laying alone.
Lost in a sandstorm.
With grit in my eyes.
True love is lonely.
It reaches the skies.
A lonely Skua appears, poaching my eggs.
Some where behind me lay both of my legs.
They were walking in circles perpetually.
Not sure what they're doing but they wanna be free.
Chains discarded on my bed.
Off I go.
Met the red queen
It's off with my head in an instant.
A game of bowls or croquet maybe.
Nods in her honour.
Well done Milady.
What a strange poem or maybe a song.
Love is vacant, bing bang ****.
(c)LIVVI

Why is it that I have the most wonderful man in the world, but I cannot love him.
He is tender, gentle and kind.
He is like a paper boat.
Waterlogged and sodden.
There is no charge.
No charge for anything at all.
He's a poppet.
A pedantic one

He's set in his ways.
No exhilarating vibrancy.

Like a scratched old record.
Outdated.
Decent.
Loving.
Caring.
Boring as a weevil.
Playing in my brain.
He's hellishly different.
What do I want?
To go to sleep perhaps.
So bored.
(C) LIVVI

Stood in the corner.
A silent room.
The mist clears.
Realising that you're not here.
You left too soon.

Sat on the fence on the edges of truth.
A glimpse of the shadow.
That's hid in the gloom.
Morning's gone.
It's nearly noon.

Clearing skies.
Fireflies.
Only spark of life I see.
Man in black, not turning back.
Facing the chill outside the window.
When I realise that he's not free.

Darkest of nights became brightest of days.
Smoke slowly clearing,
Escaping the haze.
The sun crept slowly to the tip of the heavens.
True love merely a funny phase.
(C) LIVVI

He captured her with his imagination.
Entranced her with his perfect eyes.
Loved her with his rapture.
Captured her with his passion,
Burning hot.
He is now gone.
She is not.
(C) LIVVI

There are moments in time when a fool is just what I am.
A fool for love.
A fool for a diamond.
A second hand on a failing clock.
A female clock with inoperable biorhythms.
Falling backwards.
Flicking my left hand over my right.
While blinding myself with the stab of a pointed finger.
Accidentally of course.
All in all I guess I'm just a fool.
Nobody's, fool save my own.
(C) LIVVI

Just slaughtered the string.
It dyed in my arms.
Between my fingers.
Once grey.
Now red lingers.
Leaving me feeling a little less dead.
Grateful for fingers and bottles of dye.
(c)LIVVI

Run to the hills with the wind in your hair.
Tripping out as if you don't care.
Chase the birds out of the trees.
Avoid winding up the honey bees.
Incessant sound of pouring rain.
Infinite tapping on my brain.
A spring that's coming is coiled fast.
The wind and rain a malevolent blast.
Swirling around telephone mast.
A maelstrom of communication.
Feel vibration of melodic calling.
The Sand is clogged.
Tis waterlogged.
The rain and wind shall surely blow.
Where they shall blow us none shall know.
The future hangs upon the stars.
Of all the boys in all the bars.
The poetic pen shall be irreverent.
But, all shall be indifferent.
And the poet self-indulgent.
(c)LIVVI

Said I'd love you darling.
For ever and a day.
I say your honour" I love you,"
But you never knew I lied.
I smiled as I knelt and I knelt as I smiled.
I called you sir.
You called me milady.
You ran your fingers through my hair.
You teased my hair as I teased you too.

You stood in full attention.
That I shall not mention.
As I licked, I liked.
In passion's throes.
I told you I loved you.
The only thing you never knew was that my passionate cries.
Were merely lies.
Love died long ago.
You sir, you will never know.
(c)LIVVI

Stand tall before thine wings of love.
Hands clasped together by way of prayer.
Persuasion offered in a psalm.
Oh holy lord take hold my hand.
For I offer you my arm as an olive branch of peace.
The words offered to my soul, seemed always out of reach.
Maybe the time is nigh.
Dear sweet father, listen to my fears, for I'm not scared to die.
Have no fear of dying.
Crying in advance.
With he,
The lord of the holy dance.
(C) LIVVI

There's a cat with a grin.
Wicked as sin.
So it doth vanish into thin air.
Just a big grin dangling there.

In the realms of Alice.
Red queen stirring malice.
Off with her head so the red queen said.

And the dormouse slept in the tea ***.
Stewing quietly.
The tea's too hot.
The fella with ****** hats.
Doffs them to the lords and ladies.
Shady character for sure.
He sips from the saucer he chucks.
Off with the queens head.
A lucky shot.
He runs and hides.
Makes a keen escape.

Alice holds him tight under her apron.
White bunny grabs them.
Up through the hole they go.
White rabbit, Mad Hatter and Alice as you know.
Scarpered along the river bank.
Sat on a rug for a minute or two.
Toes in the water.

In the house on the hill.
Daddy waits for his daughter.
She's in the garden.
She strolls back indoors.
Bunny's chucked back in his hutch.
Mad hatter is sat back on the window sill.
The looking glass beckons sweet Alice back in still.
She's had enough fun for one day.
(c)LIVVI

Find me a bent carrot.
Good god .
I need a nibble.
Find me a crumpled pepper.
Goodness me.
It's not a *****.
Find me a queer shaped cabbage to ravage.
A cauliflower, that looks like a dolly with crumpled hair.
Do I care of course not.
Find me a plum with a misshapen ***.
Get me a mucked up parsnip, with slender waist and awesome hips.
Fetch me a swede.
A cheap off shaped one.
Love veg, oh how peculiar.
Aesthetically pleasing.
Probably not.
Served up for munching.
Not going to rot .
(c)LIVVI

He held my hand.
We walked along.
The seashore with the drowning pebbles and pearls discarded.
With the cockles and winkles.
Razor shells.
Our skin wrinkled by the biting breeze.
With noses that run as they're seeking the sun.
As does rise in the morn.
Tumbles at twilight.
Wandering weeds.
Seat by the sea.
Hands no longer clasped tight together.
Through all kinds of weather.
He's loving the sea and he's so loving me.
Together we kick rebellious pebbles.
As homeward be bound.
A shell full of sea carried home in my tears.
Memorial of moments.
Sea held my dear.
Trapped in a seashell held close to my ear.
(c)LIVVI

A dreadful crossroads.
The devil awaits.
Catching me out for too many mistakes.

Somewhere there's an angel.
She's watching me.
A hell's angel perhaps and she's peeping you see.

Backed into a corner behind the gate.
Work is appalling.
Not feeling so great.
A brain full of stress.
I'm going to explode.
For I am unable to shift this burden,
This terrible load.

It's weighing on my shoulders.
My neck is truly stiff.
Writing is my freedom.
My only escape.
Too personal putting it here.
My job is also my ****.
(C) LIVVI

Morning sky is filled with spring.
Buzzing like an early bee.
Blossoms are attractive.
Calling them.
A chill within.
A chill without.
I hear in heart,
I hear in ears, the children shout.
The joy of chirping voices.
As they buzz to school.
So noisy they are.
As mummy calls them to the car.
The baby cries.
Into the seat.
Settles down and off to sleep.
Heigh-**, heigh-**,
And it's off to school they go.
(C) LIVVI

Torn up photos.
Ripped to shreds.
Baby you went.
You left me for dead.

Standing on the sidewalk.
Swinging your broadsword.
Played darts with cupid's arrows.
Poor shot.

Shots came from bottles.
Cupid missed.
Probably ******.
Usually is.

Dizzy.
Busy.
Drinking.
Coffee.
Thinking.

Shrinking.
A violet not.
Guess I forgot.
So what's love?
(c)LIVVI

With lips awaiting sweet kisses.
A card.
A box of chocolate creams.
A head brimming over with valentines dreams.
He cooked for me a perfect meal.
A couple of kisses up to steal.
Coffee steaming in a cup.

While curled up on my lap.
My pup.
An aged pup.
A little demanding at times.
She's really eight.
Cuddling her is utterly great.
She gives me plentiful kisses.
Far too many.
Her breath it smells a bit.
My heart and soul are filled with her.
That's just about the whole of it.
The boyfriend's lovely too.
She has my heart, my soul, my all.
Her name is truly Blue.
(c)LIVVI

So you think you can keep me warm?
Keep me safe from harm?
Hold me close on Sunday night?

Wanting you too, it just ain't right.
Catching snowballs in my hands.
Like them baby,
You just melt away.

The sun comes up and down you go.
Down and out.
Off out to play.
Then back again,
Sporting pain.

You smile,
You grin.
Twisted sick sin.
Sickly sweet skin.

Not hungry.
Just keep giving in.
Like sand on the beach.
Far out of reach

Blowing away.
Always play.
You blew.
I knew.
Always just you.

Nothing changes.
Rolling again.
Welcome in lover.
Bringing more pain

So I'm gone.
Pop,
Flash.
A light bulb that's blown

We just grew apart.
Seedlings that were dead from the start.
Bye bye.
Open wings while they can fly.

All I can say is goodbye.
Hey hey,
Valentines day.
(c)LIVVI

Find me an onion.
I'm dying to cry.
For life has smacked me between the eyes.
The tears won't come.
They're so very dumb.
They won't listen.
Nor christen my cheeks.
With sparkles of saline.
Been lingering for weeks.
The sadness of tears that just won't flow.
Life is a stressor.
Need to let go.
(c)LIVVI

First cometh life.
Then cometh death.
From the dawn of conception.
To the very last breath.
Between is experience.
Carried to ride.
Each day perchance different.
For you to decide.
A plan.
A scheme.
Makes you scream.
Makes you cry.
Wonder why.
As life's river meanders.
You go with the flow.
The purpose of life?
Well, I truly don't know.
Sometimes grateful.
Others hateful.
Sometimes a giggle.
Often stuck in the middle.
Getting a wriggle on.
Not by choice.
Saturday morning.
And I'm losing my voice.
(c)LIVVI

Lady Godiva.
She rode through the streets.
Fully undressed.
Oh such a treat.
For the fellows around.
Chuckles and tittles.
Tantalizing *******.
Obscured by her flaxen falling hair.
Lady Godiva.
I realise today.
So many fellas were wanting to play.
Twiddling *******.
Watching ******* ripple.
Tickled.
A plaque hung about her neck.
Written in red.
Notice me please.
Oh what the heck.
(c)LIVVI

Welcome to the dead end convenience store.
Sells everything you want and a little more.
You can buy laces and ribbons.
And fat hairy gibbons.
Pieces of chintz.
Eyes with squints.
Glasses with stems on and valentines flowers.
Clocks that chime every hour.
Coffee and buns.
Beers for bums.
Cards with poems in.
Specially for mums.
Books for reading.
Treats for pleading.
With lovers that won't do as you please.
Tissues for catching unexpected sneeze.
Dead end convenience store.
For all you need and a little bit more.
(c)LIVVI

The morning came.
I loved you still.
Swallowed as a bitter pill.
I touched you with my subtle lips.
Soft and tender as we kissed.

The light came streaming through the blinds.
My eyes were shocked.
Daylight defines the form of immorality.
You told me love was fun and free.
As innocence with stupidity.
I was blinded by cupid.
Your words of love meant  nothing true.
They were to me, but not to you.

Your words were perfect.
Impure disgrace.
Shutters down.
Silly smile.
Frown.
Tears.
The massacre of St Valentine,
Over the years.
(C) LIVVI

The man stood in the corner.
Tousled his hair like a rock star.
It's in his genes you know.
For he's a man in a dress.
Maybe a man in drag?

Make-up plastered on with a trowel.
Quickly darling chuck him a towel.
To wipe away his blusher.
Wants to be a lady fair.
Her chin is rather bristly.
It gives the game away.

Inside the hardened exterior hides a lady.
Sweet and pure.
Local kiddies take the p.
You see.
Due to lack of understanding.
Missing sympathy.
Kiddies all chuckle at that strange
man.
The fella who wants to be free.
He's a man in a dress.
He ain't got no regrets.
In all sincerity.
He's a lady inside.

He's a man in a dress.
He likes it best.
They all say that breast is best.
The lady is excited.
Cultivated *******.
Procured by things hormonal.
Hairy chin.
Evening shadow.
Perfect skin.
The silhouette perfect shape.
That man he wore a dress.
But he's a lady now.
And she's a cheerful soul.
(c)LIVVI

A chalice of gold.
A heart of stone.
May the drinker of spirits be forever cold.
Be inside chilled down to thy bone.

To partake thou of thy sweetest cheer.
To drink from cup edged with gilt.
Let thee never poison fear.
Ne'er to let thy flowers wilt.

May man partake of nectar pure.
Enjoy thine sip from flask and keg.
With ambrosia onwards lure.
Come forth my friends pray break a leg.

May love flow free 'twixt thee and me.
Forever eternal we shall be.
(c)LIVVI