Sat in the sanctuary of prickly peace.
Pit of sweet slumber.
Scrutinising the rain as it paints ornate pictures on my window.
It's calling out.
Glass glimmering.
Pane quivering to the beat of the raindrops that pound.
Beating the window, before greeting the ground.
Bouncing and dancing as whirling ballerinas.
Facetted diamonds.
They're dripping from fronds.
Hanging from ferns.
The rain's falling fast in sparkling wet gemstones.
Having a blast.
Twisted on wind.
Winding and crashing.
Hear them calling clamorously,
Hail us all warm dry cab.
For soon they shall be melting.
(C) LIVVI

I discern that thy doth love, me not.
In showers of flowers, thrown only for love.
Lest my sweet heart, ne'er be forgot.
In peace, I present thee with a single melodious dove.
At thy peak of thine voice,
Where only silence be spoken,
Tongue persuasion sir, tis my choice.
Beg thee kind sir, may my heart not be broken.
Emotion in mind, a crucible of steaming steel.
Darling sweet darling, I bequest thy come hither.
A potion to snare, he that doth not feel.
Precious feelings, conjured, ne'er to wither.
Within mine cauldron, I shall brew
A potion out for snaring you.
(C) LIVVI

Oh ****,
I have Tourettes.
Everybody just forgets.
I twitch,
I'm having tics.
I stutter a bit,
I stammer.
Very loud,
Always proud.
I write poetry.
Like none before have ever heard.
Beautiful poetry.
Reads spoken word on You Tube.
Give this guy a view.
(C) LIVVI

Counting seconds passing, on my left hand with my right.
Every so often when inspired I pick up my precious pen and write.
My boredom is becoming pain, as time and time again, nothing changes, its just the same.
Somewhat biographical, my life's become a chore.
Inside my head a box of issues all make war.
I'm poorer, than said church mouse.
The lord be praised, I still have my house.
Never used to be this messed up.
I have letters attached to the end of my name.
RGN.
Means nothing more than emotional pain.
Sooner it stood for wild pen.
At least my pen it doth release the piles of ******* from the top of the heap.
Let's me breathe and gives me peace.
Sick to death of eternal struggle.
My life is just one freaking muddle.
Kind and caring, always a curse.
Comes under the pseudonym, had enough nurse!
(C) LIVVI

I sat by your graveside last night.
Saw nothing but, a filled in hole.
I am empty.
More empty before my eyes.
A vacuum full of now dead lies.
To be free of your curse.
Placed deep in the soil.
Loving you.

Or not.
I forgot how cruel you were.
I chose to forget.
It was a pleasure to have some one.
Anyone.
No matter how cruel.
I was dependent on, disgusting you.
Better I believed, to be one half of two.
Now you've gone.
Life goes on.
Served up on a platter, of now you've died.
I really matter.
Don't need you by my side.
Don't need to fill your fat face anymore.
Just counting stars.
Lost count.
(C) LIVVI

Sonny caught a fish last night.
Went off angling over night.
In the freezer.
Out of sight.
Don't what sort it is.

It's laid upon ice.
Unwrapped.
Yuck.
Fish façade fixed.
Frozen stiff.
Cooking the poor thing is out of the question.
Unable to cook,
Nor to prepare.
The thought of bone removal, decapitation.
Revolting thought.
Although I'm very proud of him, I wish he hadn't caught.
I prefer my fish bought, not caught.
Fish make me squirm.
Taste good tho.
Got any suggestions?
Have no idea what is this fish.
If I hadn't woken up.
I probably would have kissed said fish.
Son's idea of a joke.
Not my choice.
Pen's my voice.
Glad I awoke when I did.
(c)Livvi

Walking through raindrops.
Autumn raindrops.
Heading for the river.
Car flies past it splashes me.
I wave my fist in anger.
Grr, hearing those expletives.
The pretty lady shouts.

Get to the river bank.
Walking almost alone.
The company of bobbing ducks and a solo floating cob swan.
Watching them drifting for a moment or two.
One quick look.
Now they're gone.

A walk in the rain.
Obscurer of pain.
Love walking.
Fighting drops.
Hope the rain never stops.
Walking for Sunday.
Beating Sorrow.
Hoping it rains again in the morrow.
Normally loathsome rain.
(c) Livvi

Wondering.
Do we know what happens when we are dead?
Is it possible, that we wake in a lively place?
A lovely place perchance.
A room full of folk, in various states of health, or not anymore.
Nobody, here seems aware of the score.
All seeming a little bit vague.
Potential for melancholic moments of reflection.
Not really awake, drowsy.
In a state of shock from sudden death?

Will the holding area be warm and cosy?
Receptionist with a phone to her ear.
A bit ****** nosy,if you ask me.
"Take a seat please dear,somebody
will be with you soon."

Oh no, that the guy over there is trying to sort out his beak, it seems to be bleeding a bit.
They don't seem to be very caring in here.
Preoccupied,with buckets of fear.
"Take a seat please dear"
Have a cup of Rosie Lea.
Speaking of Rosie Lea, there may be a little old dear reading the leaves at the base of her empty cup.
She may not speak, but I have a feeling, she'll say to me,"you know what lovey,whatever will be will be."
Welcome to eternity!
(c)Livvi

Sky clears.
Inverted clouds evaporated.
Made into marshmallows.
Ready for eating.
Sweet things they are.

Ministry of burning love.
Clutched softly in a velvet glove.
Words softer in nature.
In silence, contemplating.
The nature and the nurture of the things to do.
To change my being's black to blue.
Blue's not nice.
Be gentler on the crying eyes.

The dog, has turned to Blue indeed.
For she's my greatest friend.
Blue is her name.
Never bites.
Rarely frightening.
Together, we'll go walking.
To assess, the coldest darkest day.
Upon this day of autumn heat.
This day is sweet and bright as cotton candy clouds.

The demons hate the sunlight.
Gone back underground,
For once.

Today, my passion is my pen.
Smiling today but, then I negatively say,
Can it forever be.
I hope I don't choke on my words.
(c)Livvi

Who was it that said that life is a breeze.
There is no such thing.
Life has a sting in it's tail.
Just a vile hornet.
Let us not forget my dear.
That I am and me and that I fear.
My life once it was, now it is not.
Got blown away on a sneeze at the bang of a gun.
A smoking one you see my son.
Life appears putrid, fruitless I say.
If only I could go away.
Run and hide with nil pursuit.
I could pack up this stuff, dump it in my backyard.
Right now at this moment, my life is too.
I'm not giving in.
Demons, I hear you laughing.
Laughing out loudly at me.
You won't knock me down.
Just you wait and see!
(C) LIVVI

Running like a river.
God knows how it flows.
Rolling stones and hearts that break.
Upon the banks.
Left on the shore.

Rock and roll noise.
Girls and boys.
Flowers that fall.
They're off to the ball.

Dressed in mink and ermine.
The princess and prince charming.
Actresses and dancers.
Time of lively new romancers.

On the side of far and wide.
Left her sat beside.
Beaches with skimming stones.
Perfection, stones to be thrown.

Pebbles and sand.
Needing a grand.
Want a wild party.
Come along and play with me.
Remember in your hearts and minds.
That nothing comes for free.

Love affairs.
No one cares.
Roses floating on the tide.
In and out they go.
Wreaths on rivers.
Drifted to see.
Found washed up on the estuary.

Time to yank up socks.
Knock down blocks.
Nothing much to it.
Every day's *****.
Catching the black days.
Painting them white.
(c)Livvi

There's a skeleton that lives in the mirror.
Dregs of a smile and crooked teeth.
Features pinched, despite youth of heart.
Tresses of highly distressed grey
Sockets are yelling,"you coming to play"?
It diced with death.
Playing Russian roulette, in the light of the silvery moon.
Death gave it a break, it was never too soon.

A distinct distortion.
As a wasted abortion, walks over the hill.
Life extinguished with a resounding bang.
Dustbin lids clash and she's gone down the pan.
And now in peace, it's time for sleep.
Emotion exposé ,the perfect played pen.
Wake up in the morning, and do it again.
The end of tonight and it's mournful refrain.
(c)Livvi

Rose quartz laid beneath the soil.
Amidst the diamonds.
Rewards grown underground.
Never to be found.
The sleepers with the bony fingers, clasp tight the gifts they bear.
Only the grave robbers care.
Not scared of raking up the earth.
Merry makers making mirth.
Past times.
Passed times.
Pieces of pewter.
Old crocks.
In bed with old crocks.
Mounds of dead soil.
Piles rocks.
Curled up remains of mortal child.
Long since gone.
Mystery of history.
Revealed, unfeeling.
Respectful.
(C) LIVVI

This life is horrible.
Like walking through a rainstorm.
In soggy boots made out of cloth.
Tripping over shoe laces.
Smashing faces.
Gnarled twisted teeth.
Huge black eyes.
The blackbirds swoop like vultures.
They're ready to pick at old bones.
Have only a few pennies.
Nothing in the bank today.
Saving up for common sense.
Sorely missing.
Not working at the moment is like p'ing in the wind.
Nothing's going anywhere.
No body, it's consuming itself.
And no-one cares.
It's scary.
(C) LIVVI

Snuck out in it's birthday suit.
Dressed to thrill.
"Happy birthday to you."
Nobody knew your gender before.
The baby was just a suspender.
No purchased pink, nor royal blue.
Before they clapped their eyes on you.
More of a shock.
There wasn't one but two.
(C) LIVVI

Sky full of clouds
Turning inside out.
A ministry of menace.
Much too loud.
****** clouds.

Dogs are black chasing persecution.
Severest biting.
Frightening.
Scary silence.
Locked away.
I ain't coming out today.

They said the sky hung black once before.
When Jesus Christ hung on that cross.
My cross too much to bear.

Words that echo retribution.
What have you done this time?
What have you done?
What have you done indeed?

The devil bears a trident.
It snares my passion and my love.
Upon which demons feed.
They feast in continuum.
My demons got me.
My demons won.

Broken unholy.
Heavy head.
Mine eyes are dripping scarlet red.
Captain Scarlet is just a fantasy.
The blood from my eyes is flowing free.
Chased by the dog with a lusting for for food.
****** ******* is baying for blood.

If I had a dagger I'd ram it in.
Into his skin.
It has to go.
Dying daily at  his control.
With his paws with sharp claws on he's digging a hole.
To drag me down with him.
All that he's after.
My beautiful brain, he's out for the slaughter.
He's stolen my laughter.
Sentenced here ever after to never love or laugh again.
A lifetime of pain.
It's not fair.
I whinge again and he don't care.
Neither do you.
Laugh out loud,
The world loves you.
Hide from sight.
Never sleep.
Sleep too much.
Mood affected.
Mood defective.

They grin, they smirk,they smile at you pitifully.
Saying pull yourself together now.
Truth is I don't know how.

Everything's eating my brain.
I'm feel nothing.
Uncomfortably numb.
The music's over.....
Goodbye.
(c) Livvi

Don't speak of loving me if you don't mean it.
It's all knotted up and strapped round your tongue.
Twisted as ******* razor wire.
You laugh as you sit there.
You set me on fire.
No denying.
I can be trying.
Trying at times at sixes on nines.
Two thirds a happy face that smiles.
One third a scowl.
A drawing, perfect picture.
In denial.
(c)Livvi

Oh mamma, why did you kiss the atom bomb?
One quick boom.
You were gone.
(c)Livvi

Not empty, but vacant.
Gravel crunched on chilly slabs.
Snakes curl from Medusas head.
Emotionless wreck, not far from dead.
The roses scattered on the floor.
Once were black, they are no more.
They are blue, pale blue.
Knowing you are not to blame.
But somehow I still do.
Caught like a wriggling fish,
After fly fishing.
Fisherman, you are just for eating and you landed here upon my dish.
Eating is all you are good for.
Not worth loving any more.
Pile on the chips,
Just a little down.
Bring on the salt and vinegar,
And a chip fork with a tongue!
(c)Livvi

Standing at the bus stop, waiting for a train.
Right beside the cow sheds, stood in the pouring rain.
My tears constructed of clay type silt and bits of mud.
Rubbed it my eyes,  now they're passing blood.
I think maybe perhaps I'm drunk.
Perhaps, probably not.
(c) Livvi

There are no flowers standing in my garden.
I find them resting underground.
I believe they sleep in silence.
Avoiding the cold.
Not missing the frost.

They hide inside bulbs.
Buried, as if deceased.
Come the sunlight in spring time after being ladies in waiting.
Dressed in spring green they may peep up, first as tiny shoots.
Faces beautiful, they shall surely follow.
Lest they sadly drowned in vitro.
(C)LIVVI

Birds flick on currents of breeze.
Lifted sun ways.
Sea water, as always ebbs and flows.
Onto the sand.
Its hand in hand with bladder wrack.
Deposits made.
Smell the smile.
Just for a while.
After walking down the mile of gold.
Find the promenade.
The tourists all gone.
Home to the city streets.
Praise be the perfection of these perfect seconds.
Sadly all gone.
No thieving gulls to disturb the peace.
The silence, evening time comes round.
The seashore sleeps, safe haven found.
(c)Livvi

Come join me sweetheart at the waters edge.
We can dabble our feet in the water that's soothing.
Splash our feet in refreshing water.
We may sit upon grounded  rocks,they look a touch like stranded dolphins.
We can talk to the sound of the sea.
Me and you.
You and me.
There are no cockle shells standing in rows.
Just the fresh aroma of the sea as it crawls up your nares.
Many moments of sentimentality,as together we sit and we breathe in the scent of the sea.
Just me and thee.
The moon rises skyward.
The autumn sun falls down.
Autumn of beaches and stone dolphins, left in front of the falling sun.
Beckoned by the tide.
The pull of the tide is weak tonight.
Come sunrise the dolphins shall still be in sight.
You and I shall say goodbye.
Until the night be gone.
See you soon.
Stone hearted ones.
(c)Livvi

Hermits' hid in velvet shoes.
Nervy creature.
Out of sight and far from mind.
Nibbling buttercups and daisies.
Making chains around his neck.
He would if he could.

He lives on the hill in a crooked house.
A little bit rickety.
Just like his knees.
Ankles not much better.
His teeth are extended.

Walks up the path in a grubby old sweater.
Patches of mange.
A sweater made of holes.
A path made of crumbled stones and broken rocks.
They flick in his shoes and get stuck in his socks.
Well they hurt his feet.
This rabbit's foot's  not lucky.
Doesn't like people much.
Homeward bound.
Heads to the hutch.

Has pet rabbits,
A family of.
He adores them.
Soft and fluffy.
He opens the hutch.
Piled up leaves of dandelion.
Hops in and snuggles up with his wife.

His boy came down the garden.
Put in the food and water.
Picked up my  one of my kittens,
He's stroking my daughter.
He's the only human, kind.
He doesn't like people generally.
No time for them at all.
(c)Livvi

There are moments when my breath escapes.
It runs so fast it's vanished.
Crashes into the looking glass.
Leaving nothing but, wipe away marks.
It knows it's needed.
Surely it does.
Can't catch it.
None left to blow out the candle.
Breath has a purpose in staying alive.
In rapid pursuance, a chase initiated.
Old paper packets.
Crisp ***** brown.
Virginal white.
As a child they burst well.
Bang.
A paper bag a useful tool.
Steals the panicking from this anxious fool.
(c)Livvi

Castles in sandpits.
Feet that wander.
Seaward as seawater meanders.
Buckets of plastic.
Containing fresh water.
Probably not.
Forks with spikes on Tyne side.
Professing weird knowledge.
Bending round edges.
Breaking down hedges.
Crumbling castles made of tactical fairy steps and freaky dreams.
Huge construction.
Rubbed together butter and flour.
Carefully, even lovingly, put into ramekins.
Everyone's named Paul or George.
When creating castles made of sand,remember always.
Pride always comes before a fall.
Ready for baking.
And the ball flattened the castles,
Squashed like malleable putty.
Sandcastle in sandpits.
Paul was a self destructive shot.
George, well now, he is not.
Just in case, both be forgot.
(c)Livvi

The she child, she listens as ***** cats howl.
Looks out  of the window.
Trying to see feline behaviour, creation of noise at work.
She listens closely.
No choice.
Very loud.
Sees nothing.
Her mind whispers.
She hears.
She hasn't a clue.
Her mind is screaming.
Dashing faster than an express train.
The wails intensify.
A fright inside.

The door ajar, a revelation seen.
Mother to the bathroom.
Looks just a little flushed.
Silence.
(C) LIVVI

In a cupboard somehow lives a silent heart that does not beat.
Somehow it still lives.
No warming blood, no veins to pulse through.
The silent heart is scarlet, not cyanotic blue.
Not executed,but shocking.
It half lives, wrapped up in a faded page, torn from a periodical, the paper keeping it warm.
Locked away for reigniting.
One day.

One day, the lights will switch on.
It fears emotions that are long gone.
Full of sinews, cuddled in old news.
Heart in recovery, just having a snooze.
Lub- dub, give it a rub, help it to stay alive.
This heart's a survivor.
Long may it live.
(c)Livvi

Vast moments faded into hyperspace.
Moments of deception came around and went.
You spoke forth of true love, from a tongue that was forked, nothing was meant, flicked words to left, kisses to the right.
For occasional seconds, that sharp tongued forked out of sight.
Never concerned about sleeping at night.
Kept me awake.
My heart, my soul, my whole being, did you take
******* with dangling bangles and ribbons made out of silly string.
Joined together to deck out the bandstand of love formation and creation, for all the world to breathe and see.
Bright colours and patterns where nothing else matters, save being with you.
Where *** was initiated, formed in fresh air by heirs with graces with noses in air.
Made love to music in a million tones of clattering battering jiggery- pokery.
You set me on a journey, floating upstream on a broken raft.
You spoke that you loved my precious little heart,
My poor heart it conceived the truth you had spoken,  pregnant issued with your lies.
You were not to be believed.
I looked down at your gift with tender eyes.
She looked up at me, she saw through your lies.
An adult now, abandoned by thee.
She knows of the truth,
She shall always have me.
You said you loved my heart and soul.
You liar
(C) LIVVI

She kept a vigil by the bedside.
Watching him sleeping.
In silence she sits.
Save for the beeps and bops of forced whistling air.
She adored all of him still.
He was just hanging in there.

She perched on a swinging rocking chair.
Spoke to him now and again, poor thing.
She sang to him as he battled.
Fought with the deepest side of the sandman.
She touched his hand once again.

The room lit up with lights of gold.
Rolling rainbows.
There he goes.
Go forth into the light good sir.
Permission given.
Now it's time to be bold.
At the foot of his slumber spot.
An angel dressed not in white, but royal blue came to collect him.
She played a serenade to him upon a silvery horn.
She dwindled in the atmosphere.
Amidst the flurry of whizzing trolleys.

The doors flew open.
A team of magic folks, not fairies, stole his heart and gave it to another.
Liver and kidneys not far behind.
His woman cried and sighed.
Kisses him softly, bids him goodbye.
He didn't respond, he no longer could.
Passed quietly over, did her lost lover.
All donations gratefully received.
She took it much better than friends had perceived.
She rolled her wedding ring.
Walked out sad but proud.
As raindrops and sunshine fell from the cloud.
Up came the rainbow, silently loud.
(c)Livvi

Just rechecked they've all gone..guess someone else acted on it x

Home page HP, bombarded with messages from Muslims and India....all loaded with phone numbers....don't know what's going on!
Scam?
No problem with Muslims or India, just wondering what's happening  x

Strands of ridged ribbons,
Neat bows on nightcaps.
Slippers on floor placed neatly at bedside.
Bed socks and nightgowns,
Laced up to the collar.
The man says we're in for a chill this winter.

Covers pulled tight up round their neck.
Bed lost it's *** appeal.
So cold.
Still trying to feel.
(c) Livvi

Left the stage.
Exited stage left.
Her swan song lifted spirits.
Perfect performance.
Drama filled.
Last breath then she was gone.

Her bolstered tutu puffed up proudly.
Released her wings.
Trumpeters played, then she was gone.
One last gasp, she was done.
To her audience a revelation.
The flowers they threw fell in stems.
Time and time again.
An apparition that still remains.
Daily the stems of falling flowers lay.
When bought forth the janitor comes to clean.
The flowers have gone if you know what I mean.
Another supernatural scene.

Her name headlined all the papers.
Was front page news.
Now just the ballerina who passed on the stage.
Not even a paragraph given.
The headlines for the tabloid's now, are only for the living.
(c) Livvi

Here and there not anywhere or anyway.
Lost in time, without a crime.
The grime built greasy mountains.
What became of bright blue fountains?
Being moonstruck.
Black skies at sundown.
Luck is thus.
It is made of one's own.
While demon wrestling cover's blown.
Down trodden and lustre less.
Living in a self made mountain of mess.
Created in years.
Left alone.
Until now.

Holy cow.
Where's batman when you need him?
Or maybe a magician.
That may help a little bit.
Whisk onwards and upwards.
There must be some bliss.
Maybe some diamonds.
Don't know where to go.
The decisions are resting on a mind that is low.
I don't know.
(c)Livvi

A smile filled with optimism spreads world wide.
Teeth ivory white.
A smile sodden with pessimism is falling upside down,
failing with teeth covered in charcoal.
It's just in front of another cakehole.
It struggles to find a reason.
Year in, year out.
Pray never forget.
Now, is the time of your life.
(C) LIVVI

It's raining again.
Wet hair almost drowning her.
Riding bicycles on empty streets.
Hair running free.
Flicks on shoulder blades.
Blades that aren't sharp.
Just soggy.
Like a smelly dog that misbehaves.
Hair that's not trained, nor restrained.
No bands of Alice.
Nor elastic.
No coronets or diamanté.
Tatty nylon hair nets.
Holding hair in place.
Makeup running down her face.
Heading back to her place.
Wants to find a towel.
Like me, she loathes umbrellas.
And her bicycle is rusting fast.
Anyway, has anybody ever ridden a bicycle while holding an umbrella.
(c)Livvi

He lived at the base of a bottle.
He broke it.
Spilled contents.
Became insane.
Craving.
Baying like a wild wolf.
Wolves are nice.
He wasn't.
There have been tales of lupines kind looking after human cubs.
Displaced and alone.
He wasn't one.
He was a werewolf.
Baying for blood or beer.
The latter more evocative of the demonic drinker.
Left behind.
Just me, thinker.
Then I recalled.
Remembering him.
Hollering for loudly for yet another drink.
Made me think!
(c)Livvi

Stood on the corner of an avenue.
The fifth one I believe.
Watching city folk dashing by.
Buying what, I can't conceive.
Wallets are bulging.
Lucky sods.
Eyes of children open wide.
What to buy, they can't decide.
Sidewalk crammed with swarms of buzzers.
Voices echo through the streets.
Parents, children, A.n.others.
Sirens on cars.
Broads outside  bars.
Outstanding lookers.
Really just hookers.
Catching eyes.

Meanwhile in blankets and boxes, they sit in the rain.
Top of the subway.
Starts over again.
The rich scurry by.
All in a dash.
Avoiding the homeless.
A bit like a rash, I perceive.
Poor sods.
***** blankets.
Soggy sleeves.
On a hiding to nowhere.
Waiting for beating.
The ways of the world.
Happy Mondays,
Tragic Tuesdays,
Wonderful Wednesdays.
Thawing Thursdays.
And the rest of the week.
They're sleeping in gutters.
All labeled as nutters.
Have no bread and buttercups.
All dandelions'.
Shoppers all troll by.
They're just taking the ****.
Laughing at street folk.
Forgetting they're rich.
Not necessarily in wealth.
They have health and happiness.
They have love and laughter.
They have sons and daughters.
Lucky shoppers.
(c)Livvi

A smile filled with optimism spreads world wide, teeth ivory white.
A smile sodden with pessimism is falling upside down, teeth covered in charcoal.
It's just in front of another cakehole.
It struggles to find a reason.
Year in, year out.
Tis the time of your life.
(C) LIVVI

I want to hold you in my memory.
I want to hear you in my words.
I want to bathe with you, in warming beautiful seas that swell.
Find echoes of you in curling seashells., washed up on the shore
I want to play your magical music, in a modern day movie score.

I want to hear your music carried on the wind.
I want to hear your voice when the telephone rings.
I want to look in the mirror and see you standing behind me peering over my shoulder.
That's my fantasy.
What's yours?
(c)Livvi

Strangled by darkness.
It's eating us up.
Like a huge tooth monster.
The enamel on it's teeth are glowing at them.
In tones of bright red.
Scarlet maybe.
Wages of sin are death and they're dying.
It's  Wednesday.
There are no sparkles.
Flat lights and flood lights.
Walking on water, cruising the pitch.
Only ice bergs we see.
We see them, they're melting.
They're wasting away.
The blades they are sharper.
Switch blades that flip.
A ripping yarn in the outhouses and barns.
Garden sheds and hoes.
Pretty maids, standing in rows, as if in nursery rhymes.
Melting ice bergs.
A sign of the times.
(c)Livvi

To live and lust for purple pennies.
As upon clifftops and hillocks I stroll, reluctantly stuck.
In perfect patience, I sit and wait, dreaming of bright lights, no silence.
Dancing on starlight and raindrops of thought.
Just wearing a smile.
And so shall I wait.
(C) LIVVI

He played his air on a g-string, mine.
I rapidly moved away.
His teeth remained attached.
hereby  to aforementioned string.

I played mine on an e-string...
Two of us together made our heir, on missing teeth and broken strings.
Just doing our string things.

EGBDF
Slaves to staves.
Cleft palettes.
Catgut and nylons,
No, not stockings.
(c)Livvi

She went on a date with the father of time.
She met him in September,
She'll always remember; his all knowing smile.
He told her that he would never be true.
Only here for a while.

He was a stylish dude.
Occasionally rude.
His time was short.
A little abrupt.
In no way corrupt.
Just a time cycle.
That thought made her quite blue.
If only she knew, what he wanted to do.

He was soon to become the vanishing daddy.
Conceived in September,
Come the end of December he was going to be dying.
He had no choice.
Aged very quickly.
His role became critical.
Just before the chime of midnight skies.
She kissed him goodbye as he passed.
Halfway through the chiming bells, the funny noises, weird smells.
In front of the world there came to view his sweet little son.
Last chime of twelve, new year's begun.
(c)Livvi

Broken pots.
Polka dots.
Floral hours.
Autumn showers.
Made of glass.
Sharp round the edges.
Hanging on hedges.
Ornate as Christmas baubles.
Makes the Gorbals look glam.

Industrialisation at the top of the nation.
Trying to beat the price of inflation.
School kids on kerbstones are moaning and groaning.
Mummy and daddy are hugging each other.
Fighting against the benefit trap.
Destructive bears.
Crushing dreams and each other and brushing their hair.
They're hunting for Nessie down in the loch.
Want to make fortunes, together as one.
A get rich quick scheme.
Forgetting their kiddies, while hunting the sun, or netting a fortune.
Their monster is a phantom, called neglect and greed.
(C) LIVVI
This is only used for the poem because it fits...not being derogatory to Scotland or Nessie...x Promise.

Stood on the corner of an avenue.
The fifth one I believe.
Watching city folk dashing by.
Buying what, I can't conceive.
Wallets are bulging.
Lucky sods.
Eyes of children open wide.
What to buy, they can't decide.

Sidewalk crammed with swarms of buzzers.
Voices echo through the streets.
Parents, children, A.n.others.
Sirens on cars.
Broads outside bars.
Outstanding lookers.
Really just hookers.
Catching eyes.
Put your tongue away.
Looks like you're snaring flies.

Meanwhile in blankets and boxes.
They sit in the rain.
Top of the subway.
Starts over again.
The rich scurry by.
All in a dash.
Avoiding the homeless.
A bit like a rash, I perceive.
Poor sods.
***** blankets.
Soggy sleeves.
On a hiding to nowhere.
Waiting for beating.

The ways of the world.
Happy Mondays,
Tragic Tuesdays,
Wonderful Wednesdays.
Thawing Thursdays.
And the rest of the week.
They're sleeping in gutters.
Labelled as nutters.
Have no bread and buttercups.
All dandelions'.
Shoppers all troll by.

They're just taking the ****.
Laughing at street folk.
Forgetting they're rich.
Not necessarily in ways of wealth.
They have health and happiness.
True love and laughter.
They have sons and daughters.
Lucky shoppers.
(c)Livvi

Foundations.
Building on an open spaces
Lead to loosing face.
Architects of pure disaster.
Planning not.
Consider this.
If you actually care.
Sandcastles crumble in the rain.
Melt away in a swirling seas.
Riding the tide.
Decide for once on a solid foundation.
Stop building sand castles time over again.
Sick of creating silica sandcastles .
Sandcastles wash away in the raindrops of time
Never stops.
Drips and drops.
Can't stop.
Wishes.
(c) Livvi

They tell you nothing.
A breast sandwich.
Breathe in they say.
It's Saturday the angles change.
Take a breath.
It feels strange.
And then homeward bound.
Waiting for checking.
What do you reckon?
(c) Livvi

Stood at the lane's edge, amid the cobble stones.
A child with the beauty of innocence cried.
Hair closely cropped.
She wore a but dress of itchy handmade sack.
She wore no shoes on her feet.
A pitiful sight.
She was too sad for home.
She was not going back.
A tree stump beside her, urged her to sit.
She cried and cried and cried a bit more.
She'd seen soldiers turn up.
They ransacked the farm.

She ran like the wind, they must do her no harm.
The beautiful child clutched on to her charm.
Her charm an amulet, holding much magic.
The path of the planet moving to tragic.
She held it close to her chest, curled up in her arm.
For after the madness and after the rage.
She was the saviour.
The spirit of the age.
(C) LIVVI