Pinnocchio and the Queen!
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

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The clueless rebel surveyed the situation.
It was a bitter chilly day.
She walked and talked unto herself.
As her being she took in hand.
An underhanded twisted year.
A year that could have been divine.

This rebel without a clue.
The weather changed.
Left in ignorance.
As last year dies,
She's knowing what she needs to do.

However, like the weather she is changeable.
Malleable and playful.
She tickles tigers.
She likes the reaction.
From at least a hundred,
unsuitable attractions.


Pretends to be a vampire,
******* souls from innocence.
While seeking unreal ideals.
Always out to impress.
In fact as the year ends.
She is no wiser than she was last year.

Memories in the dustcart.
Much beyond reprieve.
While once again another starts.
She continues sadly being deceived.

All these bright ideas of resolutions.
Conjured up from institutions.
The tears will roll at midnight.
To kick last year out.
She's the fool.

The one who seeks notice.
And hereby notice is given,
All change.
Well maybe anyway.
The spotty leopard.
Needs to find some stripes.
And maybe a backbone too!

By ladylivvi1

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Bedroom Eyes!

How we made love in the bedroom of sighs.
Where I looked deep into your very dark eyes.
In the bedroom where a living love died.
Two hearts combined,
Just a moment in time.
When I was yours and you were mine.

You no longer bow in my honour my Lord.
My word it's broken as is my heart.
As powdered glass it lives on the floor.
For I can meet you never more.
You had my soul for a moment.
In a year or slightly less.
You.
You were truly wonderful.
Were truly the best.

I hold the love we made so close.
For still I hold you dear.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The garden of remembrance sprung into life.
Yesterday's pleasant silence has died.
Today, the puffed up, speckled sky contains a breeze, makes all things bend.
They bend not or fall, nor doth the rain drop.
The breeze today tickles with touch of a child and the trees all seem to laugh.
A fox breached the morning at the break of dawn, almost rubbing his eyes and starting to yawn.
Back to his den through the long grass he ran, under the fence and through next door, looked up again and saw him no more.
Nipped up the garden a little bit wet; went out to seek his route of escape, followed his paw prints right up to the last, but with the daybreak there came a dead end; makes me wonder if I'll see him again.
Perhaps, just perhaps, he heard my dog, coming huffing and puffing off out for release of this morning river.
(C) LIVVI 2014

The Trouble with Dwarfs!

Not snow white in fairy gaffs.
Bashful indiscretion.
Happy has a smiling face.
Every now and then.
Grumpy in the morning.
When alarm says up you get.
Off you have to go and play.
Snow White, well she wants sweet sleepy's head.
'Hi **, hi **.
It's off to work you go.'
He said!
***** was once really ******.
Till Doc he came along and moaned.
Sneezy had the sniffles.
Perhaps he was allergic.
Wanted no more fairy gaffs.
Only wanted lots of laffs!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

This is just a dark piece of creative writing. It is not aimed at anybody. Just a bundle of words! Before you read this I hope you don't find it too offensive. I think I posted adequate censorship warnings.  EVERY SO OFTEN I LOVE DOING A REALLY DARK WRITE! THIS IS PROBABLY THE LAST ONE YOU WILL BE PRIVVY TOO FOR A LONG TIME!
Thank you for understanding!

Tore  my eyes out.
Popped them on my plate.
Stuck your fork in.
You watched them pop.
You said that I was watching you.
Well I can't do now.
Whatever.
For a really brainy man.
You sure as hell aren't very clever.

You tied me up with ribbons .
You sat me in your favourite chair,
Tried to feed me mushrooms.
Gave me them in a witches brew.
Think you called it tea.
I couldn't see.
It was foul as foul can be.
Told me that I'd like them.
You said you didn't care.

The volumes were distorted.
My love he then aborted.
Left my soul ******* in the chair.
Tripping out like I won't care.

Jesus Christ
I was so scared.
Almost crucified.
Now my love he had denied.
My man of so black.
F**ked off and left me.
Won't be back.

Shut my eyes and try to sleep.
And only then I realised.
I could not find my eyes.
Just have sore sockets.
That drip with blood and weep.
My peepers can no longer peep.

He took them out a while ago.
So I could not see the way to go!

If this is love.
I'll give it a miss.
Don't need no more of this!

(C) Livvi 01/12/2013

You or I could be lepers.
Or hideously deformed.
If we are it shouldn't matter.
Photography, mixed up and twisted.
Reborn.
Pictures misted.
Just who are you chatting to today?
Mentally.
physically.
internet voices.
Distorted.
Misinformed choices.
Maybe just genuine liars,
Getting kicks.
Turning tricks
Preying on others.
Taking the biscuit.
You could be an angel
Or one who follows you on cycle paths,
(PSYCHOPATHS)
Mental health issues falling out off your ears.
No problem with mental health issues.
Been there.
Done it.
Or better still put them onto your paper.
Best place to put them.
If you ask me.
Maybe a sliver of communion wafer.
Selling religion for half a crown.
Maybe half a silver dollar.
Ripping you off.
While doffing his hat.
Pretending to be,
What you can't see.
Words of naïveté.
From she who is down.
Unless you really know the one on the screen.
Be ever so careful and I'm not being mean.
(c) Livvi MMCV

CONCH
I walked into the gift shop,
Down beside the sea,
There I found a conch shell,
That conch shell set me free.
It opened up the window of the memories held inside,
Memories of days gone by,
Been lodging far inside,
Hidden in quiet corners on the back roads of my mind.
The lure of the sunshine, the sand and the sea,
picked me up and set me free.
Towards the shore I slowly walked.
As the nearer I got,
the more that I could breathe,
I could smell it and feel it.

It's too cold to paddle, no wading today,
I wonder if in winter time,
Do those tiny sand eels play.
Most of those gift shops are closed it's out of the season,
Must have been drawn there for a reason.
(c)Livvi

Slugs!

Foul slugs leave their trails of shining misery.
Where they had been,
So obviously marked.
Eating green stuff in their path.
The sunlight drew the greenery out into the day.
Almost saying eat me please.
Well eat me anyway.

At sluggish face.
She slowly states.
'Smile please'.
No darling.
A face without expression.
In fact without a face.

This slug faced being,
Only munches greenery.
It hates cheese and slime.
Not keen on saline either.
It makes it's insides melt.
And the outside too.
Nothing left but shiny mark.
A little bit of soggy sludge!

I detest slugs and I'm not a gardener!

By ladylivvi1

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A mountain.
Its growing by the minute.
Bigger and bigger still.
Increasing in magnitude.
Plates and cups and cutlery.
Saucepans and a lonely wok.

An avalanche brewing in a secluded space.
River flows over the kitchen sink.
Daughter needs to wash up,
at least that's what I think.
Sink is overflowing.
One almighty crash.
Lots of broken china.
Surrounds the base of never rest.
Another excuse to avoid it.
Hey presto.
The daughter is gone in a flash.
(C) Livvi

Those spuds were all dug up,
using a fork of tempered steel,
The potatoes with all seeing eyes,
Met harvest with a fleeting glimpse.
Popped neatly in a washing up bowl.
Given a wholesome freshening shower.
Into a cooker where the pressure built so.
In their hearts they softened you know.
The bubbling water, it did go.
Pressure off with the flick of a switch,
The cook she stabbed them,
The *******.
Relieved the rather hot sensation,
Through the colander they went dry and amazing.
Drizzled them with just a trickle of milk,
Added a touch of butter and pepper.
Now with the seasoning all complete,
Mashed to bits.
Let's all eat.
Dinners up,
Sweet!
(c) Livvi

Today is Good Friday.
I don't perceive what is good about it.
Religion is not an interest of mine.
However; I do appreciate the cruelty of hanging Jesus out to dry.

Being hung on hillside cross in the beating heat in a **** cloth and crown of thorns and there be left to die.
That's not good, it's totally barbaric.
If this happened, I reflect upon your unspoken sorrow.
(C) LIVVI

Strewn across the battlefield a party of discarded heads,
Peeled, dripping as blood oranges,
Wrapped in a residue of wrinkled skin,
A ****** of crows circle over head,
Waiting to collect rich pickings,
Leftover lunch from the spoils of war!

Stench of evil fills the ***** air,
As a lone piper,
Plays his mournful lament of sorrow,
Deeply disturbed by unkind vision of sin!
By ladylivvi1

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He's feeling,
feeling the brushing of  her eyelashes,
they're stroking his face,
once were wet with tears,
now strokes of thick set mascara,
as next to him she bathes,
she tickles his face with those lashes,
teasing his emotions,
proceeding to hold his face in her hands,
an element of control,
injected only by her steamy fingers,
she's whispering in a taut voice,
"you will love me, I swear you will".
Her fixed china smile,
it's painted in place,
as flesh coloured eggshell,
with slight tint of rouge,
almost a puppet,
He tries to smile,
responds only by snatching her cheeks,
and he replies to her remarks," I would so love to love you back."
but ,baby, I swear I just can't"
(C) Livvi

Dashing stealth.
Bins of wealth.
Perfect health.
Angular retreat.
Clandestine dwellers.
Heart breakers.
Sorrow makers.
Illicit shadows.
Foxes sly.
Hovering as praying birds.
Story catching.
Dream catching.
Truth distorting.
Expose of life.
Un secret de Polichinelle.
Their cameras.
They'll have you believe,
that they never lie.
Underground worms.
Detritus munching.
Anything that makes a buck.
Invasive bloodied journalists.
(C) Livvi

My obsession lays only with Calvin Klein.
A proper noun with capitals.
A drifting strong aroma.
Another obsession in my world.
Is sometimes somewhat lighter.
I am an obsessed pusher.
Obsessed only with my pen.

If I can create an image well.
Then hell so be it.
Real people I don't like much.
It's only words I wish to touch.
Desire fires obsession.
It's just a bunch of words.

Sweet strawberries so succulent bring words of summertime.
Clouds weigh down around my head
Dark winter days of misery.
Moments when I wish I was dead.
I put my pen to work.
Writing darkness scarily black.
About bursting eyes.
Where no-one dies,
Except emotion cruelly slaughtered.
By the one known only in kindness.
As the smiling devil's daughter
Definitely no relation.
Just the mother of eccentricity.

Kindness in persona.
To be so dark.
That's very rare.
In a heart that's ribbon bound.
I write my words with tender care.
Sometimes, just to remind the world that I am still there.
Moreover, like a hornet.
I cheese you off and get stuck in your hair!
By ladylivvi1

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Tall tree in front the eyes of the witness.
Knots appear as elephants knees.
Base of tree seems like elephant feet.
Living wood.
Immobile.
Farther up the tree appears a pair of perfect *******.
Insensitive to sensation.
Cold and hard.
Still beautiful.
Not a leaf in sight.
This tree could persuade her witness that she were made of solid stone
If the witness didn't know better.
(C) LIVVI

Life’s much too Short
For another million years I’d love to write.
Burning passion inside.
Death, the night of life will take me away too soon.
Carry me into the doom.
Into the dark land of once was life.

Keep my poems safe and sound.
While I’m sleeping underground.
Want no more to live and breed.
Just to write and read.
Find my name in a bibliography upon the shelf.
Maybe In the library of heaven, should I find the truth inside?
Does heaven truly exist?
(c) Livvi

Passion fires,
Love inspires,
From in the pits of diamond mines,
Sparkling,
Showering awe inspired gems,
For all the world revealed,
Drifting in my fellow poets mind,
Love is true, but truly blind!
Bound in chains of love's disaster,
From here until the never after!
By ladylivvi1

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Bubbles!

Driving me nuts in crazy excitement.
My bubble burst.
It truly did.
So very soft and shiny.
I am truly so addicted.
It's a dreadful addiction.
For when I get my pen out.
Truth is stronger than fiction.
My goodness.
I chat some crap.
Sat playing with my bubble wrap!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Love me please sweet sugar puff.
To love me back is not that tough.
Hold me in your gentle arms.
That magic you fed me.
Boy, you got me charmed.
Used no chemicals, just a bunch of hormones.
Hormones and pheromones.
Such a sparking combination.
I'm stuck in a land betwixt here or there.
I cannot believe that you cannot care.
You are weird, I am two.
Two weirdos together make me and you.
(c) Livvi

Got grabbed tight by a grizzly bear.
He rumbled and mauled me.
My screams went unnoticed.
For a millisecond in time.
I held my breath and how I prayed.
He pretended to chuck me down the stairs.
That wild rampant grizzly bear.
Six foot four and very scary.
Extremely hairy.

He's a caring grizzly bear.
He's my grumpy son.
He thinks it's just a giggle, seeing his frightened mummy wriggle.
He's only romping around in fun.
He'd never really hurt his mum.
Normally a gentle giant, who stepped straight from fairy tales of old.
He doesn't bite at all.
In teenage days of idiocy, he wasn't always quite so choice.
Now he plays at mummy chucking, 'cos he likes to hear my voice.
(c) Livvi

Religion


Writing poetry is my true religion,
In cognition,
In true incantations,
She's always honest,
Comes straight from my heart !
She's soulful and tender,
Games thrown,
Down from whirling wind,
To whirlpools,
Sometimes drowning,
In idealistic realism,
Dispersed as dandelion down,
Reseeding when ever she can!
Cultivated in seconds,
Breath drawing,
Imagery creates another dream,
To live in and ride her,
Pegasus disguised as mustang,
Wildly rides on!
By ladylivvi1



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It's a case full of poetic justice.
The only feelings I express are those of spoken words.
In my brain hides a bookworm.
It's feeding me with ideas.
His name is Jack.
Jack 'O' Lantern.
Lighting up my inspiration.
Once he swallowed a dictionary.
He ingested the contents and fed them to me.
I use them as free expression.
Having buckets of fun.
(C) Livvi

Magpie Dancers

Noisy screaming folklore.
Swirled over rail road track.
Firstly one for sorrow.
Soon joined by a mate.
A rash a dash of flapping wings.
Then there were three.
Is it to be a girl perhaps.
My daughters little chick.

A moment later.
Raucous noisy bird number four descended.
Train flashed past.
A flick of silver sparks from emitted from the line.
Hey presto.
Magical mystery bird number five.
Appeared as the train went by.

His entrance not spotted.
Five lucky birds flew over the track.
Magpie number six.
He was the unlucky chap.
Landed on the track.
Train won't stop for magpie.
His number henceforth up!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In Corsets and Crinoline.

Tight lady in bones of whales wrapped!
Bustling out from behind.
Corset gripping at wasted skin.
Skirt stood as parachute.
For lovelorn lady who cried.
Dropped by her lover.
She wanted to die.

In a fashion of air filled hoops.
Laced up in corsets of bone.
Took sweet ladies breath away.
Trendy fashion of the day.
Chucked herself from bridge so high.
Spurned lady the wind caught her bustle,
So did she fly?
The trussed Victorian lady.

Drifting down canals in Venice.
Gondola on peaceful drift.
Look to the right sun shines bright.
Over the public house on the bank.
While aged horse traipses by.
Through Suez Canal drifting the world, with no sighs in sight.
This morning I rise,
My teeth they are screaming.
My root canals are in need of filling!
(C) LIVVI 2014

Deck of Cards.

The deck of cards tumbled,
The wind cruelly snatched them from the gamblers hand,
Twisted his hand,
In an evil twist of fate,
Stolen from the gambling man,
Ripped the Waster off,
All he ever had,
All worldly possessions gone,
His wife has given up,
For he loves the queen of hearts instead,
She teased him,
Stole all his goods and chattels,
In total disrespect,
He has nothing left,
Stole all his money all extracted with satin strings,
Satisfied casino owners greed,
It’s a racket,
Greed is fed,
While he feeds his money out,
He’s always lusting more,
Casino owner’s provocation bleeding those he caught in his deceitful web of promises,
Down at the ***** tonk bar,
Money does not go very far,
Tragic victim goes off to the bank to score another score,
For another jinxed fix,
Lady luck never loves him back,
Can’t look him in the eye,
A soul of sorrow,
Caught in a land of underground lies,
Insulting his name,
Crushing his honour,
As he kisses his money goodbye,
Yet again!
Copyright Olivia Kent 2013

He wasn't my Daddy, but he bathed me real good,
With shower gel my heart invaded,
Most of this chicken many others have not seen,
Gave me a body bath cos he just ain't mean,
Washed my hair,
Not sure where,
Not sure how,
Guess I'm just a dozy cow,
I made him soggy,
Drenched him from my red hot bath,
My lovely boyfriend,
JC, my God how I so made him laugh,
I made him sweat with mischief,
Made him oh so very wet!
By ladylivvi1

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The Fool

The grass bows in respect as he passes,
A fool so very unruly,
Spits vengeful passion,
Sets the bowing grass on fire,
Destroying nature with his smile,
Raucous,
Lashing feelings,
Eyelashes flutter in mortified shame,
Curling of their own accord,
In harmony of discord!
Disputed by speech in truth!

Love songs live ,
Castigated fool,
This lyricist,
Chastised for lack of care,
Beaten down,
Darkened magic mind,
Riling by inspiring,
Cauldron bubbles,
Images evaporate,

Eternal gossamer magic,
This fool's a clever fool!
He is such unruly fool,
Will never admit it,
Uncool fool,
Will stand in attendance,
To whims and things,
Main retorts in nonchalance!
Founded in chalice,
Full,
This fool,
Well,
He's no village idiot!

By ladylivvi1

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You said I miss you.
You hang in my head.
Missed me beside you in your empty bed
In front of my eyes like a carrot.
With love he teased.
She teased too.

Now he's deceased.
Totally dead.
Probably not.
For forgot.
So sorry,
But he is not.

Truly sadly madly dead.
Can't make his spirit leave my head.
Hits me between my eyes.
Smarting flirting.
He lies and dies.

In my hell.
You are not dead.
In my heaven.
You'd still be there.
You scratched my surface with your wit.
You my love.
The drunken twit.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Washing!

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



By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I have a photograph of you.
A fatalistic image stuck in my eye.
Like a piece of ***** grit.
Sharp and caustic.
With acidic bite.
Picture ripped, torn into thirds.
Spread between you and I.
Via fantastic words.


His pessimistic transparency.
Shot him in the foot.
Foot dripped claret.
A carpet ruined.
Stained with blood of the obscene.

Nightmares melted into dreams.
Temperate,
Into honest evaporation dissolved.
In rebellion,my heart's released.
The compassionate one once more is free.
A rapid hummingbird.
Sweet nectar, pure extraction.

On the next day you are released.
For after your birthday tomorrow,
Darling I only pray you rest in peace.
The delicate flower washed away.
Free to dance and write and play.
Forever and another day.
Alone and sour.
A salty twang.
Goodbye my sweet,
All gone.
Bang!




By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

An army of plastic fellows shelter from the pouring rain.
Hiding under shrubs and trees.
Guarding the garden insidiously.
They're on patrol again.
Sat by the pond, musing.
Nattering in their lingo gnome.
Unheard by ears of men.
They watch nature in balance.
Peeping at the trees.
Guarding their mothers security.
Mother Nature gives them trees, and grass and bumble bees.

Go out for a while, come back and smile.
They carried out with precision all the garden chores.
Come rain or shine, they live out doors.
Those gnomes took control of the garden their home.
They leave you a job, you come out with your mower.
They are a touch to small.
They can however, *** and ****.
When they're in your garden, they are, they sow the seeds.
They natter to each other in their own sweet dulcet tones.
After carrying out security.
They're still just garden gnomes!
(c) Livvi

Waiting in anticipation for tomorrow to arrive.
Currently, tomorrow hides, it's lying sultry in the shadows, behind my cobweb eyes.
Tomorrow a day of bounty, falls from money tree.
Yipee!
(c)LIVVI 2014

You are my free spirit and I am yours.
We danced in ochre moonlight.
As we strolled along the shore.
We were carried on the wind I whistled.
Taken off to higher planes.
Where we held each other in some kind of crazy haze.
Watched gleaming dragonflies in wild flight,
Liken to dragon flies ourselves.
Laid verge of loves' intent.
Touching furry oak leaves.
Remembering what it meant.
Love our hearts and love our brains in one resilient gesture.
As one we show the world.
That neither can be tamed.
You in black and me in blue.
A strange eternal flame.
We are two weird people, but love is surely true!
By ladylivvi1



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My Grandad,
I know nothing about you,
I never  really did,
You died long before I was born,
never even a sparkle in your eye,
I have no idea what you looked like,
I know not how you died,
nor when.

I know once that you were a saddler,
a maker of fine leather,
In deepest Dorset, laid a paving slab with our family name on.
I saw it once or twice,
It was positioned smartly on the pathway, outside a shabby looking shop,  that shop it wasn't yours, you had long since gone,
The shop, well it's probably a convenience store now,
haven't been there for a good many years,
That kerb stone may have stayed in place,
One day, I may go take a look,
a photo for my memory book.
(C) Livvi

Around 93 million miles from darling precious mother Earth,
First appeared glory sun,
In ecliptic stroll,
She'll orbit through her universe,
Dances past Mercury,
Stops for no party,
Cos this planet's party's lacking atmosphere,
Scally-wag sun scoots by Venus,
Burning hot herself,
Shining brightly in the darkness,
Phosphorescent glow,
Hesperus, the evening star, first one to be seen at night,
Phosphorous the morning star, the last planet to bid us goodnight,
When the morning comes in sight
Our lady home is next in line,
A planet rich with all life's treasures,
Mars she sits quietly dressed in red,
Has no water, not sure if she's always been dead,
Jupiter, has severe acne, shown in one red spot immense, she has no atmosphere, what gas she has is toxic, ammonia, methane, hydrogen,
The biggest baby of them all,
Saturn wears no wedding rings, has bands of ice particulate skirting round it's girth,
Uranus not much to say, he hangs around in space all day, as the Greek God of the sky,
Watching as the other world's go by,
Neptune, Roman God of the seas in planet form,
Pluto, chilled, the coldest one of all.

I hope you enjoyed this, it was extremely hard to write!!
By ladylivvi1

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If you were to dress me.
What would I wear.
Jeans and a tee-shirt with braids in my hair.
Or maybe a ball gown in crimson sateen.

Maybe a dress flowing down round my ankles.
A belt of knots around my waist.
Sandals with poked through painted toes.
Perhaps a hippy chick with a ring through my nose.

A wedding dress of Ivory.
It states out loud you're all for me.
With a diadem of sparkling gems.
To match the one upon my finger.

Would you dress me as an angel in your own naivety.
Should I wear my uniform.
Tie back my annoying hair.
Watch on my breast.
As I'm obsessed with time.
Not my choice I swear.

Or would you like me naked.
Dressed as nature meant.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sweet lady in bones of whales wrapped!
Bustling out from behind.
Corset gripping at wasted skin.
Skirt stood as parachute.
For lovelorn lady who cried.
Dropped by her lover.
She wanted to die.

In a fashion of air filled hoops.
Laced up in corsets of bone.
Took sweet ladies breath away.
Trendy fashion of the day.
Chucked herself from bridge so high.
Spurned lady the wind caught her bustle,
So did she fly?
The trussed Victorian lady.
(c) Livvi x

Age is impending.
The hobbit hole is gloomy.
The pittance in the pocket is not enough for tea.
The bus is curling down the street,
a slow worm on wheels.
So this is how it feels.
Out of work.
Out of pay.
Another day the pockets, they will be lined with wealth.
The daily pleasantries of helping fellows back to health.
A heart, a soul as thus united.
A world of work for the excited.
(c) Livvi

Secret Garden

Rose buds dressed in pastel pink,
Waxy coats,
Keep secrets locked tight,
Till they bloom,
They'll never tell,
Not indiscreet,
As buds are open,
All set free,
Release sweet secrets to you and me,

Fuschia dark awaits her popping,
As child,
Was a game,
Her secret's darker than her flower,
That's why she stays locked tight!

Aquilegia, my Columbine,
Keeps delicate secrets,
Safe in fragile name,
As dainty dancer,
Secrets safe from Pantaloon,
Les Millions d' Arlequin,
Harlequin seeks his columbine,
A comedy of errors,
He'll never find!

Garden secrets will release if in crazy error,
The grass finds out,
Whispering in tongues,
With conscience sadly lacking,
On breezy days,
As zephyr lifts,
Malachite secrets,
Malevolence released!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sir!

With a rod of iron he ruled.
Indignant arrogant.
A cursed teacher.
A ******* king of cruelty.
Only king tyrannical.
And aged dinosaur.

Respect he required.
Needed.
Desired.
He cared not.
For egotistical ******* was he.
If you were small in personality.
Your life, he'd make a perfect misery.

In **** expulsion.
His **** would hit the wall.
Along with loaded blackboard rubber.
Papers, they would hit the floor.
As he'd chuck you out the door.
Would chuck his rabid rantings all around the room.
The anally extirpate master of raw doom.



By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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

On your knees before me Sir.
Only you can make this ***** cat purr.
Make me proud of you.
You are the knowing one,
Who knows just what to do.
You said your name was Richard.
Henceforth, I'll call you ****.
(C) LIVVI

THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.
The best day of my life,
the day my son he took a wife.
The bride,
she wore ivory and lace,
there were no elephants involved.
As she brimmed with natural beauty.
She was shining like a holy diamond.
My daughter's they were beautiful creatures,
dressed in pink, as goddesses came,
Goddess bridesmaids.
My son developed a tail for the day,
it was attached to his jacket.
He wore no hat,
for,
it would have spoiled his hair.
The registrar spoke tales of legends
of wedding rings and other things,
My goodness what a day we had.
As she pronounced them man and wife,
God willing, for eternal life.
The bridegroom,
In his speech,
he spoke of family values,
and then we had a laugh,
with tales of swapping shoes with homeless chaps,
in the land of regency.
upon his night of stags and bucks.
The best man,
well, he obviously delved deep into Mark's little black book.
We had fountains full of chocolate,
with strawberries and fudge,
we had roast beef and Yorkshire pud,
Goodness me,
it was so good.
A great big day was had by all,
The music played we had a ball.
Congratulations to you both.
(C) Livvi