A minute vibrating piece of jelly quivers upon the dashing rocks.
Claret tints, strands and sinews.
Doesn't like the sunshine.
It dries it and fries it.
No nerve stimulation.
Nearly dead.
Neatly lacking lustre.
The heart of the lover, once all at sea.
You smile.
Thinking perhaps, it's a strange jellyfish.
You look closer.
Interpretation's not your strong point.
You never knew how she felt.
Alas, tis not,
Her heart left on the unsure line.
(c)LIVVI

The petals fall as winter call.
They shiver silently behind the wall.
You can almost see them shiver as they're beaten by the cold.
In spring they smile in splendour, so sure they are as life shall flow.
Nurtured by tickling touch of warming sun.
All Earth shall then be salved.
(c)LIVVI

November's blowing out today.
Roaring, like a lion preparing gifts with paws.
Sometime in December,
Sooner than we hope.
We shall greet the mighty Santa Claus.
They say that Christmas is on route.

The devil ,
He who dwells beneath the earth.
Wants not to celebrate Christian birth.
Busy,
Trying desperately to create chaos in the minds of men.
Trying to mix up a mighty fight.
Wants to go and stir a war.
There is a greater force at work.
Living here upon our earth.
The power of the humans love will guide the precious celebrations
Make love run through the rivers of nations.
Tread on the sands and greenery.
Let love and passion set us free.
(C)LIVVI

***** wears red coat.
Flushed in blushes.
Secret blushes.
She works for a finance company.
Covers the rent.
Plastic heels.
Feeling lonesome like a mountain pine.
Tickled by simple things.
Reliant upon simple men.
Not gentleman driving Bentleys or Rollers of Royce.
Silly *****.
No choice.
She's not a fox.
Nor is she a *****.
Just a pen of fantasy.
I'm bored stiff sat upon my bed.
Silly inspiration crept into my head.
LIVVI

A hundred years from now and what?
What shall still be standing strong and proud.
Voices booming violently loud.
When man himself has lost the plot.
Scheming destroying mini dot.
One dot in the spiral universe, twisting and turning getting worse.
(c)LIVVI

Christmas is coming.
The turkeys quaking in their boots.
The ***** sits in the subway.
He's cursing mental health, it's roots.
He's dreaming of filling his boots.
Delusions full up with Christmas lunches.
Mistletoe and holly bunches.
A predilection for unwrapping gifts.
A bottle of wine.
** ** **.
The rocking in the shop front.
Tambourine in hand.
Busking Christmas carols.
Somehow basking in the season.
A reason to go on.
Smiling with his very best Santa Claus grubby grin.
Must be the festive mood he's in.
A night on the tiles.
In the doorway.
Still homeless.
Still lonely.
He does his best to be accepted.
No passers by ever join in.
Not even making conversation.
(c)LIVVI

The girl in the nightie had woke with a start.
Heard bells ringing.
Outside the window beside her bed.
An ornate sleigh.
A tubby chap astride.
Not a reindeer in sight.
Made her wonder what she saw.
The young girl, all ablaze with awe.
It was Christmas eve.
She thought mother deceived her.
When she told her Santa wasn't true.
Mother let her down, you see.
Told her fibs.
Never knew why.
Mother said he wasn't real.
She saw him with her shiny eyes.
Told  her mother that he wasn't lies.
She'd him with her very own eyes.
Presents piled around the tree.
Mother cuddled father tight.
She remembered what she saw that night.
Carried throughout the rest of her life.
Recounted the tale to her own children.
Who in turn told theirs.
Their faces glow with pure delight, year after year.
The Christmas scene will live eternally in purest hearts and honest minds.
(c)LIVVI

Tick- tock.
Cold bodies rock.
Defying warmth to enter in.
Dancing on  imaginary coals.
Trying to keep warm.
I'm homeless.
Sat on a pavement.
Being ignored, by the shoppers that dash.
All in a hurry.
No worries for them.
Lots for me.
Hiding beneath a Christmas tree.
A tree in the park actually.
Black dog passes.
He ***** his leg.
Probably as cold as me.
Reminds me,
I need a wee.
Where to go?
The question is.
Shops are shut.
It's Sunday.
Pub's open.
They won't let me in.
They say I stink!
Homeless lady straight from the rag bag.
They bar my way.
Gee whizz I'm busting.
If I can sneak onto the station platform.
I may *** for free!
(C) LIVVI

A spring coiled tight.
Taut as a snake with fangs held tight shut.
Twisted nations, playing at war,
War,as never seen before.
Chess is a game of war.
Kings.
Queens.
Bishops.
Knights.
Everyday people.
The warmongers pawns.
Religion features with dem bishops,
Even religion and power feature in the game of chess.
Who has the power?
In the real world.
Darker and heavier.
Descending skies are falling in.
Another war none will win.
Out of man's control.
Dominance.
Destruction.
Magniloquent chess?
(c)LIVVI

Want to dance like Cinderella.
Price of shoes uncertain now.
At 52, my feet get sore.
Glass slippers may splinter.
Slice my tootsies to the core.
Can't track down any princes.
Charming or otherwise.
Prince charming's just a fantasy.
Would be bored with him for sure.
Charming is a creepy ******,
As if you didn't know.
My covers are calling me.
Know, where I want to go.
Back to bed.
Need to be warm.
Bed alone.
Nothing but, coffee for company.
Ma quilt is continental.
Voulez vous couchez avec moi ces soire?
Bonjour!
(c)LIVVI

Bought gloves a couple of weeks ago.
So glad I did,
The predictor of weather forecasting ice cold winter winds, along with bright white snow.
If it falls overnight, it shall lay pure as a ****** till it enters our sight.
One step at a time.
Shining glory, at first impression.
Then, an hour or two, post the impact of shoe.
Will present as mud and slushy muck.
Ice, unkind ice will cause feet to slip.
Hopefully, not on a striking doctors day when old people break their hips.
Doctors have to make their point, their hours are long.
Glad I'm not one!
(c)LIVVI

If time were mine again,
whatever would I do?
Would I contemplate a straight run of keeping my precious pearl for longer.
My mind often wanders to what might have been only lust ,
My virginity safe until I was sure.
Wouldn't ever be left sore.
Would I have married long ago?
Lived in a stagnant rut?
Perfect security but, happy?
Maybe not.
The flowers around the garden gate invited me in.
A pair of doves perched on top.
Billing and cooing.
Discussing us with each other, don't let them stop.
They stared at us almost envious of the love we shared.
Birds, they don't often  notice  people  who so obviously   care.
Marriage not made in heaven.
Nor was it made in hell.
Like a millpond, still and silent.
The sun caused love to evaporate.
Nothing left but friendship but, friendships sometimes best.
(c)LIVVI

A rose that blooms when summer's high.
Enough to fill a fantasy.
Given to a lover true.
A rose so scarlet.
To thrill the love thou once held inside mine heart.

Red rose, o red rose given to me.
Love is the only emotion I see.
Thine eyes told no lies.
Words unsaid.
Those climbing roses grow up the wall anchored fast throughout the fall.
They rap on the window, tap, tap, scratch.
Reminders, such perfect mementoes of loving moments, we once shared.
Accidentally you let it slip from heart and mind,
How scared thou must have felt.
Time set you free.
The ladybird cared.
Sitting in sunshine.
She's basking in joy.
(c)LIVVI

Underneath a blanket we shall hide.
Together snuggled up as infants riding this noisy storm.
Thunder will crash and winds shall roar.
I'll hold you close and hear you snore.
Adoring the feelings of security.
Life under the blanket.
You and me.
Life perfect simplicity.
Forever I'll love you.
Held close by my side.
Night time is leaving.
Eyes open so wide.
(c)LIVVI

This chaos is cultivated in the land of *******.
Angels fear to enter there.
Mental men and fanatics.
Spawn of the devil.
Curse them all.
Blame no one, but the darkest lord, of mind control and menace.
Religion and fanaticism.
Dwelling in the darkest realms.
Satan's rising.
Let us pray for liberation upon this vile day.
I state, that I do declare religion is a curse.
Debating starting praying, but I know not to whom I should pray.
Most probably my pen.
Left in a quandary.
Where to go from here.
Tears are pouring, they're burning my cheeks,my heart is strong but my soul it be weak.
(c)LIVVI

Paris in the springtime.
Dark winter in the land of fall.
Of guns and bombs.
Machines that ****, at will.
Whose will it is?
Is what we finding ourselves asking?
As human beings.
We implore the end to evil deeds.
Evils preceding war.
God bless the lost,
God bless the lonely.
If only he would.
Paris must survive.
Joie d'vivre.
(c)LIVVI

Make her love you with a whisper
Entrap her with a kiss.
Pick flowers for her,
Selected for their qualities.
Wrap them up and tie them tight.
For true love is exciting when visible before her eyes.
Sir,
Be wise before you prise her fingers out from your hands.
Love lasts forever.
It makes no demands
Think before retreating of the love you shared before.
Angels danced on flighty feet believing that your love were true.
From topaz blue horizons her ring she'll give to you.
You will answer her calling upon bended knees.
Begging of her, her sweet hand in marriage.
Carried forever in a glass fronted carriage.
Love will be forever and forever hangs upon a sunny day.
(c)LIVVI

Happiness comes carried upon desert winds.
Happiness is to bathe and relax in life's oasis.
So still, so calm.
As ships in the desert make friendships, as daytime hours pass.
Joy is a passing swarm of bees, pollinating planet Earth.
Happiness is heavenly.
Inhaling fresh air at bedtime.
Before resting upon a soft pillow.
Scented with essence of springtime breeze.
Cruising into a sunset.
When dreams drift in and daylight left.
(c)LIVVI

The Zombie came to Corrie.
First call Ken's place for a bit of brainy tea.
Later fancied a taste of something more mature.
Emily for supper.
Rita tasted mighty classy.
Tracy fought back.
Tony was a great big lummocks.
Thought he'd join Tracy in her zombie crushingly battle.
Kylie and Eva out on the lash.
Befuddled and pickled as Zombie teeth flash.
Dev fought independently in his corner shop.
Liz and Eileen mighty meaty.
Steve shook in defence of his mother dear.
Audrey,the dresser of hair got stuck in his teeth.
Gail, put up a fight with her tongue, David copped it in the ear, mother dear.
She'd noticed her new bedroom floor erupted.
World's end outside the bistro,
Callum's hanging out,
Looking for Sarah.
She's gone.
He wanted to share her with the others.
A really tasty morsel.
Callum's back.
(c)LIVVI

Bedlam is empty.
Silence reigns, where banshees wailed.
Heaviness lifted.
Darkness enlightened.
Now, young evacuated by the calling of the clubs.
Consumption of alcohol
Flying high on crazy drugs.
Midnight comes.
The police arrive.
Streets of bedlam re-occupied.
Handcuffs.
Noisy cells.
Clubbers, feeling not so well.
Tomorrow heads all filled with fluff.
Silly sods.
Feeling rough!
(C) LIVVI

Mad as a box of frogs they say.
Strange expression, so I say.
Women kiss frogs who turn into princes.
Princesses in fairy tales are always beautiful, princes handsome.
This princess only meets toads and all of them *****.
On a more serious matter, frogs come from tadpoles in springtime ponds.
So how is it that,witches turn princely chaps into ugly toads.
Must be using a wobbly wand.
So,what becomes of tadpoles, carnivorous creatures stuck in bubbles filled with slime.
All spawn of royalty?
Awaiting princesses?
Prepped by witches perhaps.
Crone stirring frogspawn in a ******* floppy hat.
Question is,
Are princes made for lovely ladies created by the hag ?
Tell me do I really need to kiss a frog?
Kissed one or two.
To no avail.
****** witches.
****** frogs!
(C) LIVVI

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In paradise where angels live.
You're struggling to survive.
You haven't had a drink today.

The angels came and took you.
Somehow, you made it into heaven.
Your life stolen away.
Angels tickled your toes.
Trying to wake you.
Thought you deserved another chance.
Sadly they got beaten.
You weren't prepared to dance no more.
Belly swollen.
Liver sore.
You gave up on them.
Looked like you were merely sleeping.
In heaven, cradled by regrets.
Where the mists of time bathe your addiction.
Cleansing your sorry soul.
(c)LIVVI

Glass of ***** windows hides a multitude of sin.
Ain't no way you're looking in.
Never gonna let you see.
Secrets hide behind them panes.
Black eyed girls and blue eyed boys.
Can't see through, just hear the noise.
The clock face atop the tower is seen to show thirteen.
Listen very closely, you can hear the children scream.
Foreboding walls of council caverns.
Manor houses.
***** parents hang in taverns.
Or slug from bottles without tops.
Cider or *****,
Who knows what.
It's a closely guarded secret.
Behind those filthy pains.
Never ever, hell on earth.
Will I, the secret poet,
Escaping from the closet.
Ever go there again.
For I am not a drinker.
Never ever was, because!
Instead, I am a thinker.
(c)LIVVI

NO OFFENCE MEANT TO ANYONE.
JUST WORD PLAY.

Many thoughts of saviours.
Different deities.
Varied idols.
Doctrines unique,
Sometimes similar.
Holy books.
Different sects, yes I said sects.
Buddhists, Mormons, Muslims too,
Hindus, Jews and Rastafarians.
Pass the spliff, that one miffs me.
Too name but only one or two.
Garlands or flowers.
Holy cows.
Churches and temples.
Mosques and mystic synagogues.
Or even halls perpetuating to the Kingdom.
Gis' us a pint of blood or not.
Definitely not vampires,oops I forgot.
"Cup of tea, love?"
Welcome to the Mormons.
Latter day saints?
Jesus Christ, what a choice.
My explanation, I'm agnostic.
But, never on a Sunday.
I don't want converting.
(C) LIVVI

Walking through rainbows.
Chasing the evasive sun.
Splendour of it's thrilling skyward grin.
Tumbling up and down again.
As if an archangel of light.
Spectral aura.
Teeth sparkling as raindrops depart.
Beautiful rainbow, you've stolen my heart.
In the glint of an eye.
Light tricks and rainbows.
Say quickly goodbye.
Been and gone.
In the blink of an eye.
LIVVI

Your touch is felt, though we're not close.
My eyes are blurred beyond belief.
With lungs so tight they cannot breathe.
Flying cars dash by, with headlights bright as panda eyes.
Early train.
Already wet.
The morning the chilly mist and I met.
(C) LIVVI

The death of a man who died from outside.
The immenseness of feelings through the gender divide.
Never again will he play with silly string.
For now as a woman, she's free from this thing.
She breathes freedom, released by the sharpest of knives.
Cut caught her persona with ribbons and bows.
Delicate as a flower, as no other would know.
No other could know.
A life a gentlemen, now she's let go.
She had too.
The strongest soul I ever met.
For now,she is a woman.
Pure and by design.
Brave and strong.
Flamboyant as a comet,  aiming high for distant stars.
She's going to make it, of that I'm sure.
My post op transgender friend, who I do so adore.
The caterpillar did it, she's broken free at last.
Left the land of being male,
Abandoned in the darkest past.
(C) LIVVI
Love and best wishes sent truly from me.
For a beautiful smooth sweet soft recovery.
(C) LIVVI

If I could, I would, but I can't.
I wish we could as one.
Walk together into the sunset.
Walk hand in hand by a near silent river bank.
Where we can see darting fish.
Think they're enjoying themselves, never can tell.
Couldn't tell with you.
Maybe just drifting with the tide.
Like me.
I go to work to forget.
Got to live.
Memories of you still make me high.
Sky scraping.
Don't know why.
Myself, well still I  drift.
Stuck in a rut.
My memory destructive.
Holding me back.
Something I lack.
Riding ripples of quiet time.
Where deep in thought my memories get caught.
Getting distraught.
(C) LIVVI

She wore a red dress.
It flattered her most gorgeous form.
Her dress wore shapely, a memory of the men who passed before.
The first, whose name was Cyril, the last ones name was Norman.
She had poppy made of paper.
Stuck between her *******.
In memory of the last one, he always had been best.
Upon the hazy battlefield she'd seen him as he fell.
In her wings she carried him upwards out of hell.
The sky it cleared.
The fighting ceased.
Heavens' folded, creased with cloud.
Peaceful field, silent crowd.
(c)LIVVI

Fencing raindrops.
Captured dew.
Afore mine eyes sparkling.
A perfect gift for misty morn.
Made by spider.
The clever, she.
Her web that utters, "darling I love you"
Come visit me.
Please stay for tea.
You will be my loved one.
My nourishment,
My sustenance.
I am arachnid, never will you be free.
(C) LIVVI

Anger creeping everywhere.
Sloth like shadows.
From windows emerged.
Carried on hurricanes.
Disturbing paths of aeroplanes.
Dirges and dogs.
Abrupt coating logs.
Kicked by tempers.
Voices of monsters, who lurk in the dark.
Wearing stifling headscarves, as they fight in the park.
Beer in.
Brains fell out.
Anger eruption without absolution.
No apologies.
Nor remarks.
Anger throws leaf mould, leaving no marks.
(C) LIVVI

You laid me almost prone upon my back.
Head elevated 'pon an icy pillow.
Hands clamped firm upon the scary chair.
Invisible clamps they were.
Relax you say.
Only hurt a little bit.
Methinks this woman's chatting s**t
Flashed lights into my eyes.
Want to tell.
Can't even cry.
My nose drips with unfeeling fear.
Hammer drill battering.
Position unflattering.
Dribbling from all ends.
Gasping and struggling.
Can't escape.
Metaphorically *****, unceremoniously by the dentist in the morn.
Cavities in my broken teeth.
All gone.
They were giving me such grief.
(c)LIVVI

Arid deserts.
Burning hot.
Sun beats down.
No town in sight.
Frightened of dying in midday heat.
A long lost traveller.
Family in tow.
Waiting for tomorrows.
That never seem to come.
Beaded sparkles.
Heat on backs.
Forward moving.
Dusty tracks.
Not dusky maidens.
Nor handsome chaps.
Little ones on escapades.
Halcyon days may wait in front.
Hell on earth left far behind.
Out of sight.
Out of mind.
Waywardly wandering.
Scavengers hover overhead.
Waiting to salvage the once walking dead.
(c)LIVVI

You are an insult.
Insulting intelligence.
Ridiculing life itself.
An excuse.
Example of intrigue.
Enigmatic monkey puzzle.
Appearance of a mighty tree.

A coiled spring waiting for summer.
Christmas walking forwards towards the end of year.
Afraid of tomorrow, despite it never coming.
Sunshine beats at lunchtime, covering a chill.
A chill that cowers quietly,behind the bedroom door.
Arrows flying everywhere.
Yet no one knows the score.
(c)LIVVI

Once he was an opal.
A talisman of written word.
He was so unlucky.
As opals shine in white.
A slice of alabaster.
Once upon a time, you were her lover and her master.
A master blaster.
A prodigy.
A study.
Twisted with disaster.
A master of complete deceit.
Treading hot coals with naked feet.
Fine art.
Kind heart.
Confusion wore her merits.
Painted down air force blue sleeves.
As a pair of sergeants stripes.
Inside a chamber filled with thieves.
Left behind so many wives.
Not wives really.
Lady loves, who loved him dearly.
The attraction to his disciples.
Wonderful smiles.
Turned perfection.
Worldly wiles.
A coyote.
Scavenger of distant souls.
Disinterested in reaching goals.
Howls and cries, tear filled eyes.
Emptying into old tin buckets.
Kicked over with the left foot,
Cleaned up with the right hand.
The wedding band from her left finger followed suite.
Bye bye lover.
The order of the boot.
(c)LIVVI

From the womb came forth a mighty child.
Bearing a sword of platinum.
Complete with perfect gleaming smile.
For then there was a future.
A perfect optimism.
With a grin to steal hearts and minds.
Wild, she's running like the wind.
She bears a chill in her eyes.
Deep set in black,
They do declare without even a word.
May the world never end.
There are mountains to climb, rivers to cross.
Forests to flatten, sadly.
And oceans to swim.

She knows there's a saviour,
The saviour is communication.
Words of open discourse.
No matter his name.
No matter his gender.
Breach no barriers, save language.
Invade no space.

She's loving her planet,
Let's stand and defend her.
People of power.
Presidents and ministers.
Nobody anywhere, or  anyhow will be a winner.
LIVVI

It smells like love is in the air.
Shower gel and perfume sent.
Diffusing attraction.
Air conditioning unit.

Thinking of thanking the wearer for brightening every day.
Oh forever,
Heaven scent.
(C)LIVVI

Tis wonderful to have a day off.
Like a dormouse, I find myself reluctantly sleeping.
A sunny morning turned to rain.
Wasting the day yet again.
Sat on my bed.
Picked up a book.
Took a look.
Fell asleep again.
Reading books.
Always the same.
No matter how gripping, it happens all the time.
Pick up a book.
The day disappeared.
Behind my eyes.
Sighs.
(c)LIVVI

Rolling lips.
Flashing eyes.
Blazing red.
Petrified.

Stiletto heels.
Stake in hand.
The huntress waits inside.
Shadow blanket.
Cool and damp.

Lover rigid.
Tranquilised.
Palm pressed hard.
Upon forehead.
Body sustenance all gone.
Dead.

Huntress's stake.
Life did take.
She must.
Vampire.
Undead.
Pile of dust.

Goodbye my love.
(c)LIVVI

The aged beast.
The haggard crone.
Bony fingers.
Crooked nose.
Chewing bones of children pure.
Evil person that's for sure.
She stands and stirs her cauldron.
Vile smelling.
Slings in a dead rat or two.
A newt, who looked cute.
Grinned as she chucked him in.
Black cat crawled around her legs.
Cracked in a dozen rotten eggs.
Goodness knows what she is brewing.
Smells terrible.
Door flies open.
Almost of its hinges.
The man in the black pointed hat strolled in.
Had a bad day, he scowls as he whinges.
Hangs his nose above the cooking ***.
Smells great darling.
What have we got?
(c)LIVVI