Born from the heart of gypsy dance,
Was whirling in a dream,
In a field of heaven's breath,
Conception from a love divine,
After first true kiss,
Before the dawn, while nestling deep in the corn,
Where poppies red, peep through abundant,
Bathed in emotions loving hugs,
Tender touches tenderness in half light of the morn,
When a new child is created will soon enough be born!

By ladylivvi1

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Her Perfect Form!

She comes in many forms.
In tall classical elegance.
Her beautiful words dance.
Classy impressive she's such a dame.
Wholly suggestive.
Rarely tame.
From demons to monsters and mythical beings.
Historical sagas placed in shortened lines.
Dark at times.
Where she in shadows dwells.

Sometimes kisses tales of wishing wells.
Writes full soap operas.
Dramas created at times.
Comic writes of silly stuff.
Some just like Donald Duck.
Hey.
Who gives a f++k.
It's all in the name of poetry to me.
Fills my heart .
My brain's on fire.
If I didn't admit it then I'd be a liar!
By ladylivvi1

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In this land my poet lays,
Beside me now and then,
Where feelings meet,
My prince is dashing,
Moving fast, but always slow,
Crunching crashing,
Such impact,
Love collides!

Poets place their work with pride,
Feelings evicted from deep inside,
In love's perfect alliteration,
Escape to play in pastures new,
To share with many,
Or share with few,
Dragons slain in land of pain,
Again,
My poet fills my heart,
Endears me with his writes,
He is a mighty poet,
A duo of darlings,
Continually fighting to eternally write!

Kisses from a tranquil pen,
Contort with viral virulence,
Show darkness's in it's true intents,
In bright lights' revelations,
My poet,
He kisses me in person,
Now and then,
My heart and my soul intact,
For now!
By ladylivvi1

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In an evening,
Washed with love,
Writing,
Tranquility and thunder in one afternoon,
Like fresh laundry,
Clean,
Newly refreshed,
Invigorated
New life's lease!
Raring and excitable,
As wild child plays,
Wallowing,
In styles novel!
Provoked into action,
While arrows fly,
Origami swans created,
Folded wings tinged with pastel tints,
Dripped from loves pipette!
A miracle constructed,
From twisted paper,
Origami swan can't fly,
Unless caught on gentle breeze,
Gentle breeze,
Brings allergens sneeze!
Captured in sunlight's mesh,
Studied through patterns from a picture book,
Designed with child in mind!
COPYRIGHT LIVVI KENT 27/05/2013,

The Dragon

Bowels of earth emitting sulphurs' acrid stench,
This denizen of darkness dank,
Dragon stood with baited breath,
Unfurling vein engorged wings,
While peeking out for little things,
As tasty titbit,
He could nibble,

Then a maiden strolling by caught this wicked dragons eye,
Lost his hunger for his lunch,
Fancied woman for his munch,
This dragon was a little *****,
Didn't fancy woman mornay,

He fancied love this tragic dragon,
Scuffled over smiling sweetly,
As only dragon can,
She was frightened totally and called out to her man,
Her man he came to rescue her from this scary dragon chap,
What a huge mishap,
His lady ran, she rushed away,
While man became the dragon's lunch!
By ladylivvi1

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A little humour for you!

Candy

A candy box of vile lies,
Lies,
Which left me tranquilised,

A game of thrones,
Was in full swing,
Guess,
Who stole the power back,

Twisted,
Turned into a monster,
Only for him,
He got his just desserts,

Numbed extreme,
In extremities,
Feelings not lost,
Forever more,

Happened many times before,
Evened now,
It's in the past,
Guess who won?
It is all done,
WOW!
By ladylivvi1

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A whisper in the silence,
It's the grass having some fun,
Rustling in the sunshine,
It's only just begun,
So long it's getting tangled ,
In many tongues it's twisted,
For on the breeze it's playing,
Her lies she spreads mischievously,
She tells them to the tree,

Through the green a mismatch of fairy folk creep,
Weaving magic through their hidey holes,
The place in which they sleep,
The toadstools all have frogs on,
They're catching butterflies for tea,
In the midday sun they feed,
Dragon flies are blowing fire,
illuminating summer skies,
While the grass still stands up messy,
Telling all it's lies,
By ladylivvi1

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A white stick she holds,
it's in her right hand,
she feels her way through life,
all it's kerb stones,
she has a dog,
normally he's wearing a harness,
but, she left him indoors,
just for today,
for she has a date,
a date with dignity,
she knew she'd be late,
folks stop and pet the dog,
it always makes her late,
this,
this is such a special date,
she's meeting a soul mate,
another with failing eyes,
she steps onto the bus,
those who notice her move,
move out of the way,
fetching lady,
fetches soul mate,
they meet up,
off they go on their special first date.
(C) Livvi

A degree of murderous intent.
Unearthed emotions long since felt.
Reached the stars.
Love went underground.
In a spot of fossil hunting.

Took a chance at novelty.
Dug up the bones.
The bones of a pinned down pain.
Pain charred the heartbreak.
Love left again.

When it once walked it had vicious teeth.
A hunter in suburbia.
Nocturnal beast.
Once hunted prey.
Now all it does is pray.

Strong power filled.
Aggressive once.
Now just scavenges.
The ruins of ancient civilizations.
Praying for tomorrow not to come.
To scavenge no more.
All in a nightmare.

(c) Livvi x
ladylivvi1@hotmail.com

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

This fat British fellow.
His much inflated ego, rolls across the grass masked ground.
Eternally on the level, never obese, just jolly rotund.
Always gets given a present, the noble order of the boot.
Out for rough and tumble, very thick skinned always full of hot air.
Jolly good sport, a **** good catch.
Goes up in a volley or down on the beach.
Amend his waist, change his shape, abuse him for rugger.
After the match, can be a right ***** ******.
Anyone for tennis, a game for two on the court.
Snooker or a maybe good game of pool,
Silly poet lady, she talks a load of *****,can't get enough of playing the fool.
(c) LIVVI

Monday morning she rises fine,
Sunshine in her hair.
Scented Elderflower fills the air.
Her heart beat pounds with good intention.
So loud he can but truth perceive.
A relief to be of their lonely damnation,
Two of them leave this here right there.
Here and there, coming and going.
Friends from past love affairs.
Nobody knowing.
Nobodies' there and nobody cares.
For the long lost lady with the sun painted hair.
Leaves by the back door,
Discreetly dressed in lemon juice ,sweet.
Walks down the pathway.
Tripping on air,hornets nest hung in her hair.
He's a ****** leaver, mystic magic weaver.
She's left on her own.
Here and there, coming and going.
Friends from past love affairs
Nobody knowing.
Nobodies' there and nobody cares.
For the long lost lady with the sun painted hair.
It's Friday morning, the chips are down.
The roulette wheel flipped out again
It's rolled into town, pursued by the others, the long lost lovers.
The bills still need paying, her baby's still playing.
She's left on her own again.
Here and there coming and going .
Friends from past love affairs.
Nobody's knowing.
Nobodies' there and nobody cares.
For the long lost lady with the moon sprinkled hair.
(c) Livvi

Lust! (One asterisked bad swear word)!

Lash me not with your tongue.
Tie me up in velvet ribbons.
Soft edged with shiny silk.
Handcuffs you use to keep me trapped.
Be sure you do not lose the key.
A spot of ****** filthiness between only you and me.

Halt me with your kisses
A proper way to spend some time.
Mention not the loving issues.
Bursting out the front.
Taking your loving issue and stuff it up my c**t.
Don't forget the tissues.

As an afterthought.
Use them to dry your sullen tears.
To wipe your eyes, as I am leaving.
After all these years.

Whip cracked undeniably.
Around my bottom cheeks.
While my fist it bled your lips.
Between my nipping teeth.
I bit.
As I made you bleed.
Your request not mine.
Hell boy.
Whatever, your perverse requests.
You are still mighty fine!
By ladylivvi1

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Feed me strawberries and sugar,
Such sweetness of double cream,
Without the crunch of sugar,
Lay me back on glowing grass,
Let me feel her warmth, (the warmed grass that is)
And kiss me,
Hide from the passers by,
going on their merry way,
We hide inside our strawberry dreams,
Unclothed on the summer's grass,
The water trickles over the stones,
The stepping stones,
They stepped too fast,
They stepped to wide,
Then those stones,
They ran away.
(C) Livvi

Be gone thy one with forked tongue.
Speak only through your toxic pen.
Graffiti wrote in blazing red
Thoughts written in emotive letters.
For all the world to see.
Before your feelings, be declared cold and dead.
(C) LIVVI

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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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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Long days toil over.
A swarm of moans of groans.
As the 17:44 was cancelled abruptly.
The sky was crying yet again.
Transport ground to a halt.
Train ran over a broken heart.
Attached to greatly ruptured being.
Fragments of fractured bone, ground into powder.
Evening commuters trek, ground to a halt.
Transport held to ransom by suicidal jurisdiction.
As the train ground the bones of the deliberate victim.
(C) LIVVI

Soldier of peace are you waiting in white.
With a soul that will not surrender.
A lost lonely being.
Not holy just right.
Do you stand brave in the face of adversity.
Fighting the cruelest of worlds.

Would you write for me.
Write with me perchance.
Construct words from crumbled dust.
Build a jigsaw.
More if you could.
Paint an image in words.
Acrylic or oils.
Sculpt me a statue.
Grand in wood.

Pen me a lyrical love song.
Compose me a honey ballad.
Without a bee to sting.
Rock my world with power loud.
Serenade me with guitar acoustic.
Send me up on a shooting star.
I'll do the same for you.
By ladylivvi1

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She shined at me,
through ample crowded skies.
She threw me a platinum smile.
She exuded a heart that shone like a stone,
a brilliant quartz crystal,
A purplish glow.
She seemed so wholly fully to pop.
A plane passed  her by with lights flying like a wild crazy kaleidoscope top.
A sparkling disco ball.
What an equation to be hold,
tonight,
my moon's not solid gold.
My eyes were transfixed on her so shining glow,
With her all seeing eyes,
how much does she know?
What's to become of civilization?
As her beautiful eyes,
May bear witness to such desecration.
I love her,
The lady Diana,
Entrancing.
Beautiful.
The queen of the skies.
My dear lady moon,
Oh to see through your eyes.
(c) Livvi

Puppet image, sorrowful,
Rouge dusted sparkles bless his cheeks,
Such childlike image, as cheery angel,
Gay, misled by teen fantasy,
Hair coiffured not a whisper out of place,
In faded denim hot pants,
Appears out of place,
Parading as a shop mannequin,
Like a tiny harlequin,
Lust for some emotion,
Advertising wares for sale, in aim of a promotion,
A sad commodity,
Full of ****** satisfaction,
Young men, old men , suited men and booted men,
Seeking cutie prey,
Maybe,Streets paved in gold,
Fools gold in the truth was found,
Impure truth was the only thing he ever bought!
Prince Albert,although not his **** in truth,
Instead pond life **** took on the role, with cruel control,
Lives in land where tragic lies, and sorrow becomes magnified,
The shards of all, is ****** fantasies.
As an immigrant to land of city lights,
I see through windows fogged by city smoke!
Visualising through caring eyes,
What I see appalls me deep within,
Tears my soul to tears!

By ladylivvi1

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Is it normal to feel this way?
My heart got let out of the window.

Got caught on the summer breeze.
Back in the seventh month while, in seventh heaven.

Henceforth;
It vanished.
It blew away.

Blew away.
It won't come back.

Can't catch it on a spike.
Or in a net of mesh.

Now it's gone I sit and cry.
Darling, I still want to die.

It's all a pretence.
This pretending not to give a fk

Waiting to hear once more your voice.
Or read power of love straight from your pen.

You said hell, there's no relationship.
I don't know how you could.

Maybe not a proper one, but what we had was fcking good.
Unless your heart was damaged first.
Or made of rotting wood!

Maybe your heart crocheted from wool.
Soft and fluffy.
But nobody's fool.

The sweet lady, Livvi.
Really cute and cool,

Snatched your heart and broke the rules.
For how much longer must I regret?

Your ring's positioned safely back in my drawer.
Hurts too much to wear it still.

Was not a bragger never will be,
Nor out to gain repute.

A rider on your reputation.
Have one of my own to declare and protect.

Adores poetry.
Livvi, the lady.

She bows in respect to you and her.
Have to say she loves you slightly more.

Just a little bit.
For you are a real being,

With human touch.
Emotion and devotion.

Worth having.
Not with a heart of stone.

Her poetry she will still flow.
Whether you stay or whether you go.

As I perceive you already know.
Had a week off.

Missed sheer joy.
Not being curled up with overgrown boy!
(C) Livvi 17/11/13
By ladylivvi1

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I live in a hole,
but,
I'm not a hobbit,
I am whole,
complete construction of DNA,
a being,
a mixture of parts,
a mixed mash,
of colourful art,

I have charms,
they're buried far in the reaches of my eyes,
and,
at the end of my arms,
in the land where no-one lives but me,
I work in care,
as care I do,
I earn,
but I still  just exist,
in my hole,
maybe my whole,
not even a half,
or a quarter,
not the devil's daughter,
ever,
not never,
never in a million years
this non hobbit woman,
is not an American,
in my case,
it's England,
that is the land of the free,
free speech,
that's a laugh,
free standing,
a  lamp or a politician,
full of ignoramus blues,
all left over remnants,
from yesterday's news.
(C) Livvi

Candy drips from lips of sin.
Causes terror lurks within.
A masquerade of misery screams round once silent streets.
Lonesome spirits impaled by pain.
Noisy spirits cruise again.
Catacombs unlocked.

The dead on go unholy march.
For it is all hallows eve.
Where holiness hides under cover of dark.
Evil shadows leave their mark.
Imprinted on the sidewalk.
Paper chase of discarded dreams.
Strewn into the gutter.

Trick or treat they say on this most unholy day.
For this night will soon be done.
All good souls they shall.
Remember remember.
All souls day is the first of November!

Happy Halloween my friends. **
By ladylivvi1

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A non-entity in mental state,
A spirit I'm not there,
I sit alive deliberating if I'm really here,
The day is passed, when we spoke last,
Must be using different tongues,
Sat here in a vacant void,
Wondering what I've done,
Nothing at all, I'm sure,
Think a whole lot more,
I know that headphones obscure that noisy world outside,
When only music fills your head,
I'm waiting just outside,
Where I shall still sit and wait,
Patiently......

By ladylivvi1

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Friday morning.
Sun shining brightly.
Train jolted to a sudden halt.
Guard announced over tannoy.
Somewhat garbled.
Sorry ladies and gents.
'We have an issue'.
Can go no further.
Moaning morning service users.
Became somewhat foul mouthed abusers.

Hey guard, what's happening'.
Can't open the doors.
Stuck in this spot.
'Okay ladies and gents I'll level'.
There's a swan on the track.
Our path is blocked.
With a concerned voice he announced.
My fat controllers agreed.
These doors can be undone.
Morning commuters all begone.

Stepped from the train.
Peeped to right.
In front of my eyes a magical site.
Cygnet sat.
Greyish brown on the rails.
Waterloo train.
Held to ransom.
A foot away from death he sat.
Not flustered.
Guarded by the queen.

Went to work.
Cared all day
About how swan got taken away that day.
On way home
Asked the staff.
Relieved at last.
Taken away safe and sound.
Now I smile!





By ladylivvi1

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And now I sink.
A feeling of deeply drifting.
Wrapped in warmth.
In Hugs of love.
Am I on drugs.

No In a dream.
I always dream.
Love is but a mere fantasy.
Liquid sunshine beats on my window.
Yet again.

Perhaps a breath of fresh air.
A spot of cobweb extraction.
The feisty rain is lifting me.
Up from my drifting kip.
Before I sink again.


My eyes are closing now.
As a bud they're shutting tight!
Goodnight!
By ladylivvi1

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Tory Politicians!

Mr and Mrs General Public,
Live in quiet servitude,
Bruised and battered,
Into perverse submission,

While sitting in the darkest realms,
Where they are destined to dwell,
Sat deep in satanic mines,
In the House of Commons,
Personification of evil,
Vile in heart in mind,
Was not their choice,
To be there,
Apparently,
They sure soon learned a lot,
Captivated by black spirits,
Ripped our hearts out,
Stole our souls,
Took all our finance too,
By manipulations black intent.

They have not the merest clue,
What they do to me and you,
For they are politicians working to their own agendas,
Maybe not demon spawn,
Souls however, not from real world,
Where poverty is king,
The wealthy and the affluent,
Well,
What life skills can they bring?

They live not on a budget,
Never live from hand to mouth,
The little people in U.K,
Do an honest days work,
From week to week,
To earn an honest days pay,
To only live from day to day!
By ladylivvi1

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A slight rant from the English one x

The loony chap struts in a mania of hurry,
So dashing,
Not as fairy tale prince,
His catatonic stance enhanced when standing static in panic mode,
Paranoid eyes cut like steel,
Quick and clean, untarnished though he's rather old,
The stranger passing down the street has a love affair with his can,
For they will never part......,
Another poor sod lives deep inside his pickled head!
By ladylivvi1

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No I'm not insensitive very caring!
Just made a great poetic topic!

Under the station.
Sat in the tunnel.
Wind rushes through a cold wet funnel.
Blowing in breezes, the homeless guy sneezes.
He's teasing his hair, it's so vary matted.
His hair as a birds nest , it's painted bright red.
Red white and blue, he's a patriot too.
Stuck under the station,within our great nation.
He hasn't a home, he's living alone.
Wife ran away, got an away day.
Sat on budget seats, so she cheats.
Cuddling up, under another mans sheets.
The guy under the station.
He's too tense to mention, the family he lost.
The cost of another, whose name was Bob, (he told me that.)
He can't get a job cause he don't have a home.
He don't have a wife anymore.
He's single,can't mingle,
Because nobody bothers with guy in the underpass, who once was adored.
(c) LIVVI

Seeing a vessel.
A catcher of fishes.
Espies another catcher of fishes.
These little fellows are destined for dishes.
Crew watching the crying ones.

The gulls as they rise.
Screaming wildly, they're on fire with excitement.
Gulls watch the Herrings, as they're breaching the foam.
Flapping and flipping, they're struggling to breathe.
The trawler man in the South westerly squall.
Struggling to cling to the slippery deck.
Tries hard not to fall.
He's used to it.
Another dollar.
Another day.
Only way to scoop his pay.
He's landing his fish.
Amid the squawking and bombing.
Keen and mean.

Tatty old trawler, chugs into the safe haven of harbour.
Today's catch thrown onto the dockside.
A different gull swoops.
A sly diving skydiver,
He's diving for dinner.
Never a loser.
Always a winner.
(C) Livvi

The fields are stained with red, not whine.
The fields cry loudly without harmony.
The air is filled with violence,
Painting the air in shades of blue and black.
Onwards they go, no turning back.
An odd bird, bedraggled by the passing bullets at speed.
Uncertain future awaits.
Blinded by the flashes of the fighting.
An encore,
And another.

ODE TO BEING A BUNNY GIRL

Was born in 1963.
Chinese year of the rabbit.
Perhaps their horoscopes are right.
That old adage of breeding like rabbits.
In my case whole-heartedly true.

Maybe being a mouse, could be a little better.
Breed as much as rabbits do.
Tendency to live indoors.
A warmer abode.
Than living down a rabbit hole.
No household bills if you’re a mouse.

Me, the lady of the house.
Wants no contact with a house mouse.
Called out the team of pest control.
Poet lady real cold, wants a mouse eviction.
Mice still running round the house.
Causing family friction.

Sentimental,
A touch of my soul with fingertips lurid,
Passionate, fiery, awake!
Stroke my soul with dying cornflowers,
Bachelors' buttons washed out!

Once moist and fresh,
Death by dehydration of suns heat destroyed!
Meadow was brightly biting harsh,
Piercing bright,
Once lightly fragrant ,
Hurling wishes at aqua acquaintance,
Share loves wishes and kisses with my soul,
As I sit I live and breathe,

So she will survive,
Burning with sun washed love,
She's alive!
Laced with crushed velvet, in royal blue,
Speckled scarlet tinged, stained,
Heart in tamponade,
Engulfed, crushed, warm blood soaked,
Drenched in loves' colourful array.

Fragility personified honestly,
Soft, warming, comforting,
Only for you!
By ladylivvi1

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Don't cry baby.
Your daddies gone off hunting.
He wants to get a trophy.
Just so you can see.
What a clever boy he's been!

Introduction to a child of everything that's  mean.
Daddy tell your little kid.
Of all the vile things you did.
Bet you can't, bet feel ashamed.
Of taking part in cruel sport and labelling it a game.

"Son, daddy fox is called a dog.
Mummy fox a *****.
Baby foxes little cubs soppy as a kitten"
A spot of education..
Hell  hounds have a job to do, apparently.
Together, language of us common folk will paint the sky bright blue.
"Jackanory".
***** story.
Written by the Tories.
For fox sake keep the ban.
Speak out loud while we still can!
(c)Livvi

Kiss of Poetry

You tickled my fancy,
With poetic tongue outstanding,
Non compliant,
So demanding,
While your pen stood up,
Bleeding ,as she stroked me,

In classic rhythm,
Sung along in time,
Your words span wildly,
Out of control,
As mischievous child,
While diving deep in passion's hole!

Finding darkness in my light,
You paint it black,
I paint it white,
In unison,
We fight in muse,
A battle royal,
Stand strong against those who decimate our joy,

Poetic smiles in humour,
She makes us laugh,
Flirting hearts out of control,
Poetry, from glory hole,
She makes us fight without delight!
She keeps me sane,
She strokes my pain,
She never asks me questions!

Never ever questions angels,
We are blessed, with such treasures shared!
Dark side of the moon surprised,
While on poetic bike we ride,
Through created aura fantastic,
Feigning madness made in brains,
As warrior queen, Bodica, masquerading,
Escapading in dark trenches,
Met Iceni tribal folk,
In magical heroic mystery,
Unified declaration of victory,
Declaration that our lady lives in burning hearts!
Where only truth and trust remain!

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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Behind the smile lurks insecurity,
Within the eyes hid pain,
All living there insidiously,
Within the heart lay dreams,
Visual images that in head space dwell,
Seen when the body is awake,

When the clock ticks magic moments,
Resounding tick tock echoes,
Sounds all rattle through my brain,
Somewhat irrepressible,
The clock reminds me I'm alive,
Hearing all it's comments,

One thing I have noticed,
The clocks all sing in perfect time,
They start to sing so loudly,
Still in their perfect harmony,
When all alarms invade,
Announcing in their irksome serenade,
In unison screaming out in not so dulcet tones
Get up and make your tea....,
Very abruptly, very soon,
Another work day's calling thee!
By ladylivvi1

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A soulful being in an empty shell.
Once thought it was a wishing well.
The dashed world then crushed her on the rocks.
In tales she sang to the sea.

In ribbons of water she swam and she sang.
A chorus of whales sing their hallowed song in vibrations.
As they danced with her at the waters edge.
Joining her in her tragic lament.

Where nobody hears because nobody wants to.
Thus is the way of the uncaring world.
There in the world where Old Nick took control.
And Saint Nick.
Well ,he just lived in a childhood dream!
By ladylivvi1

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And did those sorry feet bleed as you left.
Walking slowly.
Charismatic in their wake.
As oblivion so obvious calls.
Cherished dream of kindness died.
Not sorry nor sad.

A special kind.
Door closed locked tight.
Charitable ways disembowelled.
As vultures chew flesh from beautiful bones.
Discarded in sorrow's wake.
Pray not become forsaken.
For she shall not.

She will not wallow in lost dreams.
Woman will create anew.
Adam's apple choked him.
Drowned in saliva.
One long acidic flow.
Tongue twisted.
Virtually removed.

She wants no whisky nor no wine.
To live no more a silly lie.
Believing in nothing more or less.
Than wait and see.

When at seventy I reflect upon the love we felt.
The tragic wasted hands were dealt.
Without regret.
Be it alone or as one of two.
Poet man I shan't forget you!
By ladylivvi1

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Midnight came and midnight went.
Once again alone in bed.
Company creeps into her head.
Unwanted and unwarranted.
In the form of vibrant visions.
Somewhere between rest and life.
Or rest of life.
Never sure.
A drifter on the raft of life
Eyes clasp shut or open wide.
Creeping behind clams eyes.
Hidden secrets.
Locked behind those heavy tired,
Visionary creators.
Brain in pain or brain insane.
Never sure what qualifies.
The images stored behind minds eyes.
Locked inside, no great escape.
By ladylivvi1

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The Starship

To collect their lord of time they came.
In brightly lit visual ships.
Lights rotating.
Blazing round Orion's Belt as they scooted on.
Descending almost stooping in a crescendo of multi-coloured flashes.
Simultaneous in rhythm.
Similar to ancestral craft.
Seen many times before.
In silent mission.
Concealed from humanity whose terror they had often felt.
In an illumination of oblivion soon to be.
This was their last attempt.
Tried to ****** the evil as they struggled with dark polluted air.
Rancid was the vile stench.
As if Earth was slowly rotting to her putrid core.
Night dispensed a shower of hypnotic dust.
Irritated all men's eyes.
Dust of hypnosis sent the world to sleep,
Eyes blighted by nightmares of things seen recently passed.
While inhabitants slept peacefully.
Their evilness was cleansed.
Another chance was given for the world to start again as friends.
At that moment their lord of time, he was collected.
Smiled a smile with dignity.
Forgave mortal man's stupidity.
And screeched give peace a chance.
By ladylivvi1

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To Post a Poem!

Find me a postage stamp to write a poem on.
In imagery implicit.
One tiny spot.
A need to fill with written power.
Finding language every hour.

Poetry intrinsic.
Intoxicates my heart.
My mind, my soul.
I shall write with graphite.
So if need I can erase,
As sometimes,
on my postage stamp.
I need to analyse my space.

By ladylivvi1

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The noise of the seashore.
Screaming summertime children, drown out their decibels.
Those thieving flaming seagulls.
Still they hover over seaside dives.
Humming, squawking on the rob.
Fearless pirates steal from the unwary.
Not mysterious albatross or any sailor boys
These birds,they are true ancient mariners.
Sail not upon the sea, but bathe in harbour lights.
Flying on the warming drift.
Carried on sunshine.
Immense, scary birds.
Just to pinch a pasty.
Cornering a cornet, the eater hath no place to hide.
Tussled and tangled in flowing summer hair.
They want your pasty,  you are their victims and  they really do not care.
Fearless Herring gulls, not just after shining fish!
(C) Livvi

My World!

Welcome to my world.
My heart.
My brain.
'Tis a house of fun.
Where sunshine reigns.
Wind bubbles.
Grown children play.

So what do I do with my gift of life.
Have one lovely lover.
My heart him adores.
He too writes poems.
Scores and scores
Won't be his wife.
Never at least till the twelfth of never.
My precious time.
Hours upon hours spent at work.
Gee ****, mind numbing.
Probably makes me a ****.

When In my land of sanctuary.
My pen comes out to play.
Have an imagination.
Somewhat sublime.
Sublimate perhaps.
Very surreal.
Subsumed as poet.

Sometimes drift down Dante's way.
Poeish at times.
'Fraid God doesn't feature in my life.
Am spiritual, bit of a hippie chick.
The queen of love's emotions.
Enters my world as dozy notions.
Nothing else would I choose.
I paint pictures in oils and words.
The words are a little better.

Insular is my real world.
At work I'm so exuberant.
Indoors tranquil.
Give me pen.
Feed an me idea.
I will present.

As varied as the weather.
I am indeed.
Like my writings.
Feel free to read.
Now I open my world to you.
Come and seek my strange point of view.



By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Crux Ansata.(Ankh)

Fruitful union.
A gift from the Gods from days long gone.
The days of Greece and Egypt.
From past a Present,
For eternal life of love was given.
Belt buckle of Isis.
A symbol of stability.
Bidding given of true love.
Amulet charming,
Magical magnetism.
Giving strength and health.
Eternal love,
Eternal life.
Never to be eternal wife.
By ladylivvi1

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