Bring forth the pure white doves of peace.
Need not pack those bags and fly.
Bring peace down upon the world.
Alabaster pure.

No shadows cast.
Ride the tide still living free.
Tragedy trickles, in sweetened tears.
Lock not the world away.

Lock away the spitfires.
Put away those tanks.
Disband the band of brothers.
Daggers snapped.
Knuckles rapped.

This world of war filled terror.
Land of milk and honey.
Pleasure so distraught.
As in grip of terror.
Our lovely world is caught!





By ladylivvi1

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Whoa, down the ski ***** of love and affection she slides.
The ski ***** of flying of living and dying.
Bang, whoosh, rumbles.
The excitement caused an avalanche.
Crashes, damage extreme.
As that snow it doth crumble.
Interment of all but the fittest.
And then instead of skis, arrives a snow board.
Bored stiff and slid away.
A rescue mode.
Winter sports.
Stuck on his skates, he slid away.
She's left outside in the cold!
(c) Livvi

Spellbound!

You are so *****.
Dress like the devil that took over your mind.
Spellbound.
Held tight in demon's mental grip.
In spells of deep despair you lay.

A stroke of magic.
She will flourish
To nourish your soul with goodness.
She is the sun in the morning.
Feminine delicate.
The moon in your nights.
Her treasured loving will put you right.
Mornings touch will awake you with magic.

Days of fire to live and enjoy.
Not die and endure.
Melting glacier.
Let the rivers flow and warm.
Your heart needs touching.
The love of a woman.
To last forever more.
By ladylivvi1

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This is your final warning!
Got really scared when they said if you don't accept it, you'll lose it!
In a glowing shiny e-mail,  that screamed at me, you must accept.
Except, I didn't know how.
Tried once , twice, maybe thrice, could not accept their promises of honest riches.
Sons of *******, ****** pay pal.
Asked me to change my password a million times.
To log in tons of times!
Finally I did it, Eureka, payment of my royalties succeeds!
(c) Livvi

Jenny and the Great Ape!

Was only when watching T.V.
Watched the kindness of eye surgery.
Rebuilding a future of vision.
Bright and true.
Cataract removal.
Taken in care.
Helped persons from sub-continent.
Once sight deprived.

Then from the depths of my mind.
A wonderful achievement.
From my memory.
Surgeon of human form.
Enhanced the eyes.
Of apes and men.
Not mice and men.
That would be far too much of a crazy feat

However:
The visual improvement of gorillas eyes.
Cataracts removed.
Lenses replaced.
One magical gift.
The ability to fix.


By ladylivvi1

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The bells of a million bicycles fill the air, townsfolk amble without even a care.
Atmosphere of dozy dreams.
Tulips on the bank side pout, kissing away at the pure ****** air.
No traffic, or trafficking.
They sit, enjoying their trip.
Toking on the hookah, or toking on a ******, that choice is yours.
They roll a spliff,  oh sweet Mary Joanna.

A dingy back room in a dismal dark corner.
Don't ever say that nobody warned yer.
Oppressive atmosphere of sullen death.
Addiction takes control of the lonely soul, who needs to escape.
Who may never get old.
Found slumped, laid out ,cold.
Torniquet locked up tight.
The buzz of the day, that ended the life.
Of the poor soul.
Had nothing better to do.
Attached to the end of the body that's fixed, shot up, sky high.
The world ended, not in that passion filled cafe.
(c) Livvi

It's March.

I'm as mad as a wild crazy beautiful hare.
I'm kicking my heels up.
I flirt with the grass.
It tickles you see.
A free running hare.
Hell it's great to be free.

I chat with the rabbits.
They chatter to much.
I dash over the field.
For some strange reason, it must be the season.

There's a chap sitting on a picnic rug.
A scarlet one.
He's alone.
His company is a bottle of whine,
I can hear him moaning.
Must be drowning his sorrows.

I hop off grinning to myself.
My teeth on my lower lip.
One more skip,
Hop and jump.
I hit the tree with quite a bump.
I'm a mad march hare with a very sore head!
(C) Livvi

Changes!

Love is.
A hurricane of emotions in a muddle.
Standing.
Still in the freezing cold.
A tropical storm.
Lashing water.
Heated by mother nature's loving blast.
Revenge of Tornado's after blast.
Mists hide secretive moments.
Sun burns inside out.
Inferno melts.
Clouds burst.
Earthquake.
Heart breaks.
Snaps in two.
Changing each minute that I love you


By ladylivvi1

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I had a shell,
I used to hide in it,
My body felt a little lumpy,
My brain, a bowl of cold sweet custard,
I got a pen,
I used it,
I smithy my words,
like a blacksmith,
I make them mysteriously heated,
sometimes twisted,
a contortion of simplicity,
I am what I see,
I am what I feel.
Several trod on my shell,
They weakened it,
The shrimp who once lived in the shell,
Shell swelled,
It's broken,
The shrimp broke free,
Came with the gift,
contortions of words,
Spoken and written,
There's one thing missing,
You,
you sweet man,
Same as me,
you, are missing it too!

(C) LIVVI

Elegant,wrapped up in stolen garb,
Naked mink and ermine,
Cower coldly in the gutter,
Undressed.
The rich *****, bedecked with jewels and pearls.
Stolen from the littlest girls.
Bracelet,a creation from reptilian teeth,
Neath her coat,
A chill, heart resides,

The tiger in front of the fire,
Once he was real and she was a liar.
She declared a love of animals,
The ones whose heads hung on the walls.
Nouveau riche?
Nope, a super *****.
She heard the scratches at the door,
Alas alack, she was no more.
Haw haw.
(c) Livvi

In Auschwitz the air hung still.
The dragons are imaginary.
Once they had their fill.
The only gold fell from the fingers of those now perished chosen ones.
The birds crying relinquished flowers.
Lilies all dressed for death.
The classless funeral attire of the blue stripey pyjama death.
Now the camps be emptied.
Those passed inside be free.
Camp be closed.
All souls released, but still the sky hangs heavily.
May God please bless the free.
(C) Livvi

Went to work,
toddled of to eat my lunch,
it rang very loudly,
screaming,
mother answer me,
so I did,
the vibe of the cell,
The voice said momma,
you're there munching,
but your little dog is wailing,
why,
why, said I what's the matter?
"Mother you locked the dog in the study",
gee ****,
I think she needs a ***,
she hadn't had her dinner yet,
No sign of the spare key.
son in law climbed on the roof,
forced the window,
that's the truth,
clambered in from land outdoors,
the door was opened,
dog took to her paws,
dashed outside, running free,
my cool doggy had saved her ***,
no mess on the carpet, the floor was dry.
the good dog had a better day.
(C)Livvi

What an intriguing opportunity a trip to Rose Cottage,
Sure sounds magical to me,
It's not a woodland haven or a diminutive house by the shore,
Came out from anaesthetist's trip,
I drifted, in and out,
A crazy dream it seemed,
Woke in rose pink room,
Thought I hadn't made it through,
For in the land of work,
A flip side of such a romantic image seen,
Rose Cottage, delightful though it sounds is life's penultimate stop called mortuary,
Before undertaking on one final trip,
Final destination, last stop guaranteed!

I wrote this as I left work after work and heard a porter discussing coming to take a patient to 'Rose Cottage'......It made me think....Hence writing this....and the anaesthetic bit is true...Freaked me out at the time!! Livvi **
By ladylivvi1

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Magenta sunrise.
Icy cold.
Dotted intimately with magnolia dots of sunlight.
Diamond studded.
Fresh is the air this morn.
It's bright.
It's clean.
Almost sterility.
Clean skies.
Let morning sky be not a portent.
Cold air.
Kiss me.
(C) Livvi

Dream a dream.
Make paradise twice as nice.
Take away all ills.
Apollo taught muses their crafts.
While playing on his lyre.

The muses danced on laurel leaves.
Paradise on Mount Helicon.
What was purpose of those muses?
I hear your request.

In land of myth from times long gone.
Nine goddesses,
spirits,
to put the world to rights.
With artistry, music, science and literature.
Linked under the heavens.
Forget the evils of the world.
Music, poetry catharsis.


Thalia.
Hysterical lady of comedy it seemed.
Good cheer and plenty sent.

Clio.
Made her history.
Wanted fame 'twas said.
Tried to keep it cheerful.

Along came Melpomene.
Singing loudly while playing around with tragedy.

Urania.
In celestial style,
glances to the heavens.

While Polyhymnia.
Sings and dances.
Making many songs
Sometimes in a silent mime.

The lovely Erato compiled poetic words of love.

Euterpe.
Made lyrics poetical
Brim filled with joy.
Maybe for Polyhymnia to sing

Calliope.
Her beautiful voice is heard.
Nearly a Nightingale.
Maybe singing bird.

Creation of poems based on epics.
Terpsichore
Danced on and on eternally.

While poets pens write on!
By ladylivvi1

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She knew not what she did that day.
The day she let bunny out to play.
His hutch lay vacant, her bunny was gone.
Tear trickled down her rosy cheek, missing her bunny.
She left for the party at the end of the week.
Put on her gear which was somewhat perverse.
Short skirt and sharp black patent heels.
Through the graveyard on this bright moonlit night,
Carefree and happy, would be meeting her chappy.
Her heel got caught in the muddy clay.
Fell to her knees.
From a cavity in the ground, appeared menacing bunny.
In his best huntsman’s jacket, he was out to find prey
In a bit of a panic, she realised she was trapped.
Caught in chains.
She petted him every day.
Tonight was bunny’s time to play.
She was his bunny girl.
© Livvi

Four hundred thousand soldiers slain, were drowned within unholy mud.

Corpses of the now redundant gave their best and got their worst.

Men in boots in July seen.

Images none desire upon the front of magazines.

Their guns were emptied, their lives were spent.

Lived for the moment, only lent.

Brave men all of them young,loyal and true.

Another Belgian battlefield echoed with the failing death.

So sad, boys, nearly men caught their last breath.

Bless the battlefield upon which they fell,relieved of sounds of gunfire, as they left the war raged hell.

Bravery from all sides shown,by young in spirit, never grown.

Guessing with death came freedom, unpleasant release.

(C)LIVVI

I stepped outside the room today.
I dared not say goodbye.
Inside my heart is breaking.
I left my keys inside my bag.
They open up my heart.
My paperwork is locked away entirely with my love.
No longer can I stay.
And I take the raw love you say you have,
puncturing my body, like a vampire I receive your killing stake.
And give it back to you my son.
Maybe you'll think.
He whose name be Andrew.
Draining me.
You took the life force from me.
I creep away silently,
Unnoticed.
My tail tucked between my legs.
I cannot bear the disrespect and thus right now I doth regret.
The things I have are nothing much.
I worked my life for nothing left.
As lifting mist I now have left.
I left my spirit in a glass jar.
You may not realise what you've done.
I've been ****** dry I guess you won.
(C)LIVVI

The pencil is straight.
It's a female pencil.
How do I know?
Because it has no colour.
It is rigid and set in its ideas.
It writes as directed.
If it was coloured perhaps it would be gay.
As it played.
Or maybe with colour flowing through its soul.
It may scribble pristine poetry.
The reason for its existence.
(c)LIVVI

The Cataclysmic Frog!

Knows he wants to die.
Slip from his lily pad.
No-one knows why.
All he seeks is misery.
He’d sooner end up dead.
A frog of many colours with toxins in his skin.
To tell the truth in this sorry tale
Which is maybe merely a superficial jest.
Secrets told and secrets sold.
Only shows an honoured few.
He is gifted.
Blessed with awesome style.
Offers trips,
Accompany him on his lily pad,
The cataclysmic frog, he’s not bad.
Subtlety strokes.
Most of his gifts he keeps hidden away.
Denies he has them.
He’s crying inside.
Cowering in fears’ depths.
All love concealed.
The frog, he knows these feelings exists.
Finds them hidden under well- worn pebbles.
Eroded by the tide.
Pebbles round and shiny.
Clear and bright, occasionally catch sunlight.
Provoking memories, still fresh.

A fear of fingers snatching him, causing searing pain inside.
In his heart feels wickedness as stabbing needles burn again.
The sky drips with vermilion blood tears.
As in sadness, he denies.
Believes he can’t see her in front of his eyes.
Dries out while he dies.
Just as he expires before he flies.
Such a shame.
He knows this vision was predicted.
Together they shall beat a retreat.
Poor dying frog stuck upon a skewer.
Finding excuses to give to his muses.
The sad cataclysmic frog, once again he’s blinded.
As his true love he denied.
Just see what he loses!
Olivia Kent 2013
By ladylivvi1

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The orphan cried,
In such a state of disarray,
Dashed in front of rushing truck,
A swerve without avoidance,
Collision inevitable,
Breath taken without second choice,

A hurried melee of vehicles,
Swept the innocent one up,
Carried him away,
Rushed into room, in a emergency of desperation,
ECG stated asystole,

Heartbeat without rhythm,
Chances lost for child without sin,
No saving child,
As moments of grace began,
Blinded in a manic panic,
From above his bed the child spied,
His body as his last moment died!
By ladylivvi1

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This is a follow up to spoils which I posted yesterday.

You teach me with a heart of gold.
A gentle persuasion.
That indeed I am able.
Salvaged what I thought was lost.
Friendship is a gift of truth.
No vile tongue, nor be uncouth.
You teach me well.
Grasshopper.
With much respect for you I bow.
Sweet one, I'm not sweetness.
I'm just a holy cow.
Never will I be with you.
Never will I see you.
From a pile of rubble.
My being reconstructed.
For that my friend.
I thank you very much.
(C) LIVVI

HEATHER
Had a nervous breakdown when all the flowers died.
A river started flowing from the pits of her eyes.
Broken hearted, she sits.
While life just drifts, from paranormal to abnormal.
Heather is funny girl, with purple hair and size nine feet,
Sometimes she's a rocking girl,
Not always very sweet.
She picks up seashells on the beach, she's trying to find herself inside.
She watches white horses as they ride onto the beaches.
The white horses lost they're shoes.
All over the tabloids, all over the news
She sits on the beach with the sun in her hair.
Nobody loves her.
She just doesn't care.
She's empty as a dustbin late on a Friday morn,
It is her time for renewed being, the dark before her dawn.
And now she says she's coming back, to front up to the badness, keep hold of what's good,
As everybody knew she could.
May the good times roll Heather.
(c)LIVVI

You are one so beautiful.
Beautiful before my eyes.
I caress thee only with mine eyes.
Only.,
With my words.
I long to touch you once again.

Loss of you caused so much pain.
Burning yearning.
Heavenly touch.
Her ultra violet dress of satin.
Cracked.
Crept in haze of neon light.
Of the,
He.
Who once was.
Or maybe not.

From her plateau at the top of the world.
Hair shining in the sun.
She speaks to the wind.
Wails to the rain.
Maybe they shall meet again.
Another place.
Another time.
Where memories fresh may be created.


By ladylivvi1

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In dreams I have a million wishes,
I have no wealth,
It's immaterial,
I am heaven blessed.

I have no money,
Just a wealth of mental writes,
Created by life's stimulation,
I am found each day,

Kiss me quick,
I need reminding,
How it feels to love again,

As love flies gently on my brain,
Forever and a day,
My love is blessed through poetry's,
Kiss,
Explicit in my world desired.


By ladylivvi1

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Rat tat tat...footsteps in the dark.
Trotting down the passageway.
Shakes...Walking away.
Walking back.
Letterbox rattles.
Door handle rattles.
Entire door shakes.
Dashes away.
Comes back again.
Up the alley.
Down the alley.
Hear the handle move.
The lock jams.
Was it locked.
In some flustered turmoil he came and went.
Seemed like a million times in a morning.
Finally satisfied.
He left.
Habitual morning's OCD.
Here he goes again.
By ladylivvi1

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Titless!

Ignorant bliss.
Walk through a crowded dream.
Crudeness covered discreetly.
In jovial joshing.
Lewdly.
With fanciful words.
Insufficient in declaration.
Withdraw a smile.
Contact lost.
Little boy mislaid.
Missing his maiden.
Perchance.
Take a glimpse.
A second chance in silence.

By ladylivvi1

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My feelings are dead,
Reduced deceased,
Anger brings forth the beast,
From the very depths of hell,
Not feeling very well,
Depression got the best of me ,
Shake this beast,
Let me free,
Now you see the real me,
Writes in style,
Once in a while depressive hands strangle me,
Entangling in their mind control,
My mind is my own worst enemy,
At times I'm dashed,
My head is trashed,
Sometimes I write better,
No one else was in control,
Today,
I dug my own dark hole,
A few more writes will put me right,
The great escape you see,
By tomorrow,
Feet on deck and I'll be grounded,
I'll run free again!

By ladylivvi1



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Lunch!
Diminutive organic beasties.
The beings not of humankind.
They love them or they hate them.
You can never over rate them.
Not really Belgian.
But make some Flemish (phlegmish).
Rather sick.
Those sprouts from Brussels.
I say yummy.

The swede is not from Sweden but yo ** **.
I love it so.

Turnips, so very lush as long as not boiled to mush.
Roasted is much better.
With butter and pepper.

Forget the meat.
Forget the spuds.
Bring me in a platter of veg.
With piping hot gravy.
Maybe I'm so cheap to feed.
Because I need no meat.
Not a vegetarian.
Just love veggies for my tea.


By ladylivvi1

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Prudence tumbled out of bed, straight into a dream.
The grass, so tall it was brushing her ears.
Verdant dancing through the scene.
Imagine it.
Her hay fever troubled her, 'twas mighty obscene.
A king sized snake went slithering by.
She  saw him.
Frightened stiff.
Was petrified.
She closed her eyes.
Dive bombed by a bumblebee.
Panic set in before her peepers.
Just on a pollen hunt.
Jeepers' creepers.
Sat down between the massive blades.
Heads in hands.
Really scared.
Panic burned.
Snatched her breath.
Tears of panic gushed down her cheeks.
Heard a noise.
A mighty roar.
Her daughter beating on the door.
"Mummy mummy,
you alright?"
Heard you crying  overnight.
Door clicked open,
Still her nose dripped.
And her eyes, still itched like hell.
(C) Livvi

In a Christian world.
The star an ensign.
A symbol.
Pointing out wicked wounds inflicted on Christ .
While was crucified.
By ignorance cruel.
The points denote an insult on his tragic dying soul.
Our saviour saved by pointed pain.

Babylonians long since gone.
Showed Heaven in four quarters.
Jupiter, Mars, Lady Venus and Mercury.
Houses in which archangels dwell.
Quarters denoted by a star.
Ishtar at the top.

Five points, a symbol.
The Grecian star divides by elements.
And beautiful phases of the moon.
Breathe in the air.
Walk on earths mantle.
Let fire not tempt fingers.
Water to extinguish.
Vision on the facets of the luna moon.
Seasonal in phases.

Young moon in spring, with water brings..seen in the West.
Vernal equinox provides the life rebirth.
Moon in youth is the summer brings..Second quarter in the South.
Autumn comes with harvest moon.
Middle age of lunar cycle.
Dry as earth.
Almost barren beauty.
Three quarters of the cycle.
Arises in the east.
During autumns changing face and fruit filled feast.
Coldness carries death in chains brings winter.
In the North faces of the moon.
Hidden in winter nights of death.

Bring on the winter solstice.
The final point I bring to you.
Is in spirituality.
Inspirational!
By ladylivvi1

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Wolf!

Laid upon his bed,
Awake,
Hark,
Sound of confusion screeching,
Canines bared,
Salivating,
In divine thought of snaring prey,
For he is in sadistic need,
No sadism,
Only burning passion,
In need of resuscitation by nourishment,
Satisfied by the latest lamb who greeted slaughters gate!
By ladylivvi1
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Beige at the top
Folded in a perfect crease.
Look at them.
Those distorted twisted veiny.
Puffy legs.
Nobbly knees
Hairy as bumblebees.
Men in shorts and Jesus creepers.
Sight for older woman's peepers.
(C) LIVVI

The colour of addiction,
Transparent,
Translucent,
Visual in ***** dreamers,
Black minute slivers,
Black graphite,
Waxy as moon rises,
Poisonous,
She's a lush,
One on one,
She's out to steal your heart,
Corrupt you,
She's all out to catch you,
Hook line and sinker,
Product of a clever thinker,
Wants to make a buck,
**** some b**er with his muck,
Such evil *****,
Mischievous tinker,
I met her on my way,
Played just once in steep stupidity,
She was lovely,
Delicious head fodder,
Chasing on as dragon dancers spewed their guts,
I was sensible,
Tried her once,on one occasion,
First was last,
Then I forgot her!
Never ever,
No more to dabble,
With her heart so fetching,
As such effect 'Smack' has!
She'll leave you wretched,
Retching,
While strolling on air,
Your feet ,
Well, the floor's not touching,
Head floats imperially,
Impervious to her stranglehold,
She is cruel,
Don't visit her,
Be not a fool,
****** in any guise,
She's so fKing uncool!

By ladylivvi1

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So how was your day today?
Infant entered the world in the morn.
Child of a friend of mine.
A man child.
So delighted.
May their lives be filled with love and joy.
A precious gift a baby boy.
Congratulations Mum, dad and newborn one.
The oven delivered a beautiful son!
By ladylivvi1

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This painted lady is no butterfly.
Hair grey as driven snow.
Not naturally.
Not cold.
Fingers cyanotic.
Came not from the chill.
But outta plastic ***.

Wooden floorboards dashed.
As footprints gently crept.
Handbag full of fingerprints.
My couch has funny spots.
Decorating my walls.
My entire world's gone blue and grey.
Carpets cover paint spots.
Bring on wonderful Wednesday.


By ladylivvi1

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Kissed the heatwave goodbye at last,
All waving as she left,
While armies of black clouds amassed across the pinkish sky,
Manipulated by light tricks in the heavy glow,
Diminutive raindrops thickened as we danced,
Worshiping the shower of cooling joy,
We danced in celebration, in appeasment of Thor,
The world becoming more content,
The blazing fireball came and went,
Bedecked with paste of glory breeze,
Kissing all around,
The rain came dousing baking souls,
Chased heat into submission with electric fireballs,
Dots and dashes,
Nova flashes,
Thunder roared as lions purr,
Bodies relieved to breathe again,
Headache of oppressed airs' hatred,
Dissipated at last,
Sleep weighed heavily on the eyes of the sufferers,
'Til now at last with cooler skies and night wishes,
With rest they're truly blessed!
By ladylivvi1

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Walked through the precinct where love once was habitual.
Met lady with blood of Romany.
'Cross my palm with silver my dear.'
And love you will find so very near'.

Gave her heather.
A non-scented dry piece.
She said to the lady who purchased .
Good God my dear.
I feel you're lucky.

The old white dried out heather.
Left stuck on the shelf.
Implanted in ***, where her incense once dwelt.
Still sits there waiting for love or luck.
Either one will do.
She said.
Heather didn't give her much joy.
Sad lady was misled.

Never mind said she.
Staring at her heather.
Still sitting in her incense ***.
Giving up on love.
After all these months of chill.
He thinks she will get over him.
She knows she never will!


By ladylivvi1

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I'm a writer.
I pick up my pen
I'm playing again  
And my world is just a packet of words.
That packet is an envelope.
Stuck it in the letterbox.
A letterbox full of magic tricks.
(C) Livvi

A political party.
A chimps tea party.
Balloons and streamers.
Fantasy dreamers.
Stitched up firmly with red tape.
While as the lowly dregs, they ****.
Muppets and puppets, with tangled up strings.
Talk full on *******, 'bout all sorts of things.
Which ones are  the worst?
A political conundrum.
A chamber of Lords, full of bent swords.
Fanfare for the common man?
You'd like to think you flaming can.
Just a bunch of knobs and snobs!
(c) Livvi

Memories of Ignorance!

Survey the bay.
Dolphins play just off shore in sapphire half-light.
Roll of warm water,
Lapping jetty's edge.
Ocean treasures frolic.
Almost laughing in unison.

Tranquil in virtual silence they splash.
Warmth left engraved in heartfelt memories.
Was no tropical lagoon.
Torbay as a child.
My home.
Distant to me now.
Fond memories bless my mind.

Parents in tow.
Not sure who led who.
Not dolphins at all.
Porpoise.
Still elegant.

Departing parents separated.
Never forgot the place.
I miss the sea.
Like a dolphin I'm free.

On my last visit.
Committed Father to the flames.
Without him.
I'm shamed.
My memories of him.
Few and far between.
He too was a poet.
When alive.
Had no chance to say 'bye bye'
A total lack of interest felt.
So tell me please.
When at his funeral.
Why in hell's name did I melt.




By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Love is a monster.
with huge scary teeth,
they're concealed behind a magnificent smile.
which, smiles indiscretion,
in the blink of an eye,
with a mischievous wink.

It hides in your heart,
but you'll never release it,
never again.

There's a corner at the end of your street,
It could almost be a Parisian walkway,
in a coffee shop,
pull up a seat,
take your coffee,
like a love affair,
make sure it's super hot,
May your eyes meet,
exchange glances,
Eyes fixed.
You know you want to beat that monster,
with all you're heart and all your mind.

But,the sirens are eternally alive,
they wail noisily,
as always,
just a beautiful diversion,
to steer you onto the rocks.
(c) Livvi

Silhouetted shadows creep silently, through the mysterious half light mist of the wine fueled mayhem.

The party was in full swing.
Wind blew softly around their ears, gently rustling her soft tresses,
He gently stroked her cheek, smiling,to himself.
Feeling relaxed in her presence, she turned into his touch edging her body closer to his.
Never before had she felt so wanted.
He made her feel so special.
Their kisses were passionate, filled with potential for the creation of ecstasy, between two young people in love.
The silence of their first moment was shattered, as a new experience became so intense.
They both erupted into internal quivering,as they each provided ****** touches, experiences never experienced before.
Her touch was so tender, as his was so strong.
Both appearing to know what it was all about in the promotional anticipation of such uncertain pleasure.
He gently ushered her down,laying her near naked body onto the grass.
He fondled her breast, while she reached to his manhood, this was a new experience.
They were both overtaken by physical desire.
His rigid **** entered her slowly, gently, they moved in near perfect rhythm, building up momentum, waiting for warm waves and explosions internally in unison.
Their love was now sealed, the memory of purity extracted.
He held her tight and kissed her.
They walked hand in hand back into to the party.
Knowing something that no-one else would ever know...it was their own secret!
A first love sealed!
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

See that zombie stood over there.
Caked in fresh blood.
It's under his hair.
He found a fella with a hole in his head.

Sad zombie fella.

He found a slice of mouldy old bread.
Uses it as a soldier.
Dipped in his head.

No fun.
A newly made zombie.
He's always hungry,

Now he's dead.

Peeps at Mr Majestical's testicles.
Fancied chewing them.

Loved the juice.
Succulent as strawberries.
Raspberry sauce.
Blood of course.

Derwent fancied a bit of breast.
Loving mother told him breast is always best.

Julie's just a crazy chick.
Fancied a nibble on the dead guy's ****.
Yummy,yummy, really sick.

Or should I say she ****** it.
As if it were a straw.
Remembering days of living.
Always was a *****.

The kid in the corner is popping out eyes.
Never really worked out why.
Perhaps he was thirsty.

Eleanor.
She fancied a  nibble on the bladder and kidney.

Of a once fine chap.
Whose first name was Sidney.

***** tasting of peach lemonade.
Eleanor the dead chick.
Got really drunk.
That Zombie's really ******.

Mum's over there.
One of them?
Or still my mum?

You know what?
I really don't care.
For the first time in my life.
I feel really scared.

Hell.

I digress.
They're chasing me now
I'm making a mess.
Run out of puff and all that stuff,

They're trying to eat me.

That's quite enough.
I'm feeling quite numb.
The dead ******* won.
Stripped all the tissue clean off my ***.
Chewed though a bit of a nerve.
Partially damaged.
You feeling the image?
Bled me near dry.

He did.
*******.
Made me cry.
For a second or two.

Lucky me.
One ate my eye.
So glad.
I won't see myself die.
With a skeletal hand.
I'm waving goodbye.
(c)Livvi

Want to do music and drama and dance.
To whirl round a maypole while seeking romance.
Collecting spring flowers.
With wonderful scents.
To live for the moment.
To roll on damp grass.
Watching the birds fly.
Seeing a magpie from the side of my eye.
While lovely children go running awry.
Evening is coming.
A life full of fun.
Recalling the moment they once called me mum.
Mum became nan.
Such is life.
(c)LIVVI

Went swimming in the garden, thought I'd like a little fun.
Now that winter rain has just gone,  thought I'd ****** a glimpse of sun.
Had a wonderful allure, looked at water, sparkling rippling beauty.
Really was a tease, for I don't have a pool, my garden just a flooded sewer!
(C) LIVVI X

Am I to be an anemone,
with florescent blue petals,
chalky stamens hid inside,
dwelt within my calyx,
I  have waited impatiently to break free,
dusted in vibrant blue.
I digress, for I am not an anemone,
Find my only friendship in bees,
stripy buzzing vested bees,
For I am a lady locked up,
I am beginning to gush.
(C) Livvi

Restrain me.
The angel of mercy.
Who thinks she can put the world to rights.
Don't blame me for nature.
Hold me high for the care that I give.
It's a spirit of nuture.

Wish I could split it.
Tear it apart.
Not posses caring heart.
If I were a *****
Would I maybe be rich.
Not killing with kindness.

Can't fix the world as much as I wish.
You know I so want to be a *****.
A hardened cow.
Not in my nature.
Just don't know how.

Who taught me I could sort it.
Just the way I fell.
To try to sort my nature out.
Would need a magic spell.
Caring nature is a hex.
My heart and soul both well and truly vexed.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)