Written in dreams of movie scenes.
Or in a book.

Please take a look.
At lost souls incognito.

Who are missing their goals.
In half open wholes.
Only halves.
Maybe quarters.
Potentially daughters,

Of resplendent dashing princes.
With old goats and long since missed boats.

Diamonds and wealthy pilots.
Steering crazy paths through hollow hills.

Jesus Christ.
I need to laugh.
Think I never will.

Need to stroll through Edelweiss.
Upon the alpine ridge.

Need to build upon, my one last rickety bridge.
Some kind of crazy structure.
Before that bridge is gone.

Before falling to certain demise.
In a life I so despise

Then heaven help me.
Let me rise.

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In the meadow in front of the manor house.
The long grass invited them.
Suggested they step in.
Hand in hand they strolled.
As kissing in the grass they rolled.
Never did as they were told.

The Lord of big house he came.
Caught them playing naughty games.
He stood watching as they played.
The foot man and me the parlour maid.
Master whispered in her ear.
'Tut tut come here.
I want you for myself my dear'.

The foot man got his marching orders.
The lord of the manor he smiled and said,
' Get here sweet, *****, we're going to bed'.
Sweet ***** smiled with a twinkling eye, for she would so much sooner die.
But as a servant has to do.
She had to do as she is told.

She stood there with her index finger, placed discreetly between her teeth.
Looking so seductive.
With eyebrows high, head tilted subtly to one side.
Although, him she found repulsive.
She got him hot.
Loved him not.
She said she needed to freshen up.
Dashed off to find the loo.
That's what she said.
What she had to do.
Instead she found a telephone.
Rang his honest wife.
Told his wife of infidelity.
She paid for telling with her life!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Oh pillars of power.
Sentinels, guardians of our mother sun.
We come forth to relish your wisdom.
To revel in your all revealing light.
Stones standing eternal, forever immortal.
Brothers, sisters, come stand before them.

Worshipping lovers , embracing the sunrise.
Banners flying, rainbows held high.
Holding the night time at bay, as we play.

This is the time of your life, my friends.
World without end.
Two solstices.
.June and December.
Join us good fellows ,come be free.

Each year be different, pray always remember.
Monolithic structures, bathed by the rain, savouring the sun.

Festival goers come along.
Party inside the fence for free.
Open your hearts.
May your minds eye reveal such truths.
Yet unknown.


Vernal equinox.
New life.
Most venerable equinox may we feel the source of the changes you bring.
We feel them as we kneel in your honour.
Respecting the vibe.
Come together, as one, let us all be alive.
Souls and spirits intermingle as the moonlight blesses them.
The sunrises lifting hearts and vibrant minds.
Vernal equinox, heralding spring.
Of the spring buds and bees and the tickling breeze.
Fab to be free.
Bearing flowers of pink red and golden, with garlands of green.

Summer solstice, she wears the dress of summer's sun.
Warming, protective.
Midsummer's  night,
Blessed be the longest night.
Glory to the longest day, where fairies flit and pixies play.
Pagans and maidens, come dance in delight.
Height of summer, vibrant and wild,
In the moonlight, the dance of the flowing haired child.

Autumnal equinox, reliever of  leaves.

Solstice of midwinter, brings forth the shortest day.
Ivy boughs and holly trees.
Magical mistletoe borne of the wizards, the pagans and mystical ravens.
Be kissed by winter's finger  tips.
The touch of the chill as it nibbles the lips.


Come brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers.
Come seeks us and find perchance, romance.
Romancing the ancient ones.
No rhyme or reason not to come.
Brothers and sisters be blessed by the sun.
Mystical season.

These all entrancing stones,  placed to be revered.
In line with the rising sun.
As seasons change, we shall be as one.
Souls and spirits intermingle as the moonlight blesses them.
The sunrises lifting hearts and vibrant minds.

You stand, we dance.
Ride the spirits, feel the vibe.
Festival goers are coming, they're thriving.
Buzzing with glee.
Welcome us with open arms.
Amulets and magic charms.
Romancing beneath our holy moon.
Magical, mystical, sense airs and attitudes.
Standing stones.
Worshipped by many.
Revered sincerely.

In mode of festival, vibrancy pulse.
People, powerful people, come watch us dance.
To the beat of the drums and the carnival air, in bright spirited revellers together, so  shall we share.
Druids and hippy folk together.
May they relish the joys of freedom.
Life is short.
Breathe in the passion , bathe in the love.
One love forever.
Respect our stones.
Our blessed mother earth.
Sensational rhythm of love and peace.
Flowing, spirit release.
Essence of the stones.
We are free spirits.
May our free spirits to mingle with those of the stones.
A past, a present and future.
Eternally yours.
Love and peace.
(C) LIVVI

Found a discarded mince pie.
Left under the spineless Christmas tree.
Picked it up and ate it.
It was still in the box.
The date said fresh and fresh it was.
Yum, she thought let’s eat.
Was so delicious, yes it was.
Enjoyed it oh so very much.
One problem with her mince pie sweet.
The pastry crumbled, what a mess.
Sweet reflection of Christmas.
So recently passed.
When on her own she had a blast.

The turkeys are fed up.
Only one or two remain.
Said goodbye to all their friends to breed and breed again.
Thanks given for their friends.
Waiting for next Christmas to visit.
(c) Livvi

Ambulance chased harsh tragedy.
Took the young man home
Beep beep, crash.
Paddles without a boat.
Asystole.. gone gone gone.
Cadaver gave donation.
Thank you.
Bless his holy soul.
Pray may he rest in peace.


The diseased heart of the sad man beats.
Hammers a struggle every day.
Called in.
In a mighty dash.

Prepared for transplantation.
Of this wonderful donation.
Once alive cadaver renewed.
Invigorated.
Life lacking quality.
Was given quantity.

Once deceased heart beats on in another.
Released to live and breathe again.
Was much too young to die.

Four chambers full with emotion blooming.
The heart transplanted was that of a lover.
A poet.
The beating heart beat at a ton.
The battle won.
A tad too fast, but built to last.


The worthless one with no value.
Picked up a pen to write.
Poems of power flowed to the sea.
Up the mountains over the trees.
Strange enthusiasm.
Never before felt.
The hard cold man began to melt.

The victim of tragedy.
Left legacy.
Wholly unexpected.
The once was poet.
Renewed his heart.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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

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

Retrieve the passion thou shared.
Good sir indeed.
Pray show thyself as keen in action.
Ridicule the lady not.
The lady of seasons bears a perpetual gift.
Yours for eternity.
An honest emerald, captured from a den of thieves.
For the woman sighs.
Crying quietly unto her handkerchief,
Created of distressed lace.
The lady carries but a precious cargo.
A freight ne'er to become forgot.
Madame is a beauty, a butterfly of carbon made.
Her character build of moorland stone.
She weeps daily for you.
Before your child be born.
But her lord is sadly gone.
(C) LIVVI

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)

And moonlight ushers her blessings on your body as you rest.
She reads the stress pouring out from your forehead in dreams.
Timid whimpers the puppy saddened by a scolding.
Cowering as age develops by the minute.
Even by the second.
Not at all as you had reckoned.

Diana, huntress snatches your sword.
Propelled it to the nether worlds.
Lest you cut yourself.
Sever not the light of life.
Carried on raindrops.

By the face of morning's crispy sun.
You quake, you shake you vibrate and you quiver.
Like joy in the morning the sunshine you give her!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Food swirls and swishes around his mouth.
He needs a washing machine for his clothes and a flannel for his hungry smile.
He brings the sun.
My very hungry caterpillar a.k.a my grandson.
So Grandma says you see.
Baby Bradley,mini boy!
The apple of his Nannas' eye.
(c) Livvi

The lichen clung to the side of the rocks.
Bartered with the passing storm
Argued with the winter winds.
Picked at by the hungry birds.
Get baked by the blazing sun.
Could of course have been the Samphire.
Laying on the ledges or on cliff sides
at the edges and then I might be eaten.
More of a delicacy than me,
The only thing that touches me is the rolling lonely sea.
(c) Livvi

Carpe diem/A poem written in very odd Latin!!

Carpe Diem,
Angelus obscurus suni,
Quaque nocte, diglossios,
Pavor Nocturnus,metus,
Sominum,
Scribo carmen poeta,
Vita amnia fides,
Omni vincit omnia!
Well that was fine fun **
Full permission granted to those who wish to laugh!!
For,I believe I have written,
--------------------------------------------------------­-----------------------------------------------------------------­---------------
Seize the day, (I know that's right),
I am the dark angel, gloomy,
Every night I don't sleep, because I have breathing difficulties!, fear,
leads to night terrors, daydreams,
writing poems,
Life and trust,
Love conquers all!
___________________­________
Kind regards, Livvi,
Apologies for the somewhat odd content!!
Couldn't work out suitable phrases!!

Morning skies cried time for coffee as she struggled from the bed.
Threads of gossamer still intact.
Being awake is but an act.

Good morning worldwide  friends.
Not sure of the morning time, that's hanging there.
Just hello and yes I care.
Livvi

Cross my path with silver,
cackled the aged crone,
She sniggered,
and the girlie,
she just walked past,
Grinning, saying confidentially,
"What you know you silly old hag",
The hag she shouted in her face,
Girlie,"I can bless you,
or equally, can curse you",
The years did pass,
The crone, kept girl's sarcasm in her heart,
The girl she wanted an honest child,
for she had grown older,
somewhat bolder,
And she tried to conceive,
a baby of love,
a gift from above,
she had lots of expensive investigations,
but she just couldn't fall,
The crone she passed in the hallway,
Smiled all knowingly,
she whispered at the sweet chick,
"if you'd crossed my palm with silver, all those years ago,
you would have had a baby,
But you will never know,
She sat and she thought, and she smiled to herself,
For she never believed in that gypsy's curse.
Two years have passed since that day,
her bonny baby, she doth play,
realised the gypsy curse was *******.
(C) Livvi

What was so cool flew out of the window.
It was only left slightly ajar.
The mad dormouse sat in his tea ***.
Trying to work out what to wear.
Will today's writing hat feature war or care.

Pasting an image.
Maybe decrying, sensations of caring.
Writes sometimes audaciously daring.
Buzzing around like a wasp in my hair.
Driving me mad with his lunacy.
Decrying love story.
Then love in it's glory.
Says he wants to be free.
Guess what.
Perhaps he should try being me!

In a breath of fresh air.
He'll write a cute muse.
And in the next breath.
Another he'll abuse.
The poetry man with the black and white muse!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Discourse.
Of Course,
*******.
Well well well!
(C) Livvi

FRENCH KISSING ON VENUS(A little nonsense )
Just coming to life.
Was up til three.
Playing silly sods.
Hopped into my baby son's spaceship.
Found myself on Venus.
Don't know how I got there.
Maybe I was seeking love.
Venus has a purpose, in matters of such trivia.
In the silly world of love.

Met a few Venusian chaps.
Funny things they were.
Their hands were wandering everywhere.
Too many of them you know.
Far too many hands that is.
One went in for a French kiss.
Guys from Venus like to kiss.
His tongue was very very long, with it my tonsils tickled.

Irksome tongue, it made me choke.
Ipso facto,  that mega tongue, made me rather sick.
That rampant guy from Venus,  well he ripped of all my clothes.
Used them as a hand kerchief, on which he wiped his runny nose.
Somehow.
Method as yet unknown.
Landed outside my front door.
What a shock that was.
For my poor unfortunate neighbours.
Who saw all my naked bits.
A weird situation,  created by a kiss.

Jennifer Justice stood in the forum.
Blazing red dress, hair was a mess.
Kisses for sale.
If you're male.
Playing again,
Laying again
Womanly wiles.
Cheap plastic smiles.
Fortune held within the stars.
Men with frantic motor cars.
Picked her up in local bars.
Come, play daily.
Buy her half price chocolates in the petrol station.
She's very unhappy.
She's always crying.
Dying love written in the stars.
Men she picks up,
Local bars.
Rapid cars.
Reaching stars.
Cold to touch.
Bitter sweet.
Poor Jennifer Justice.
(c) Livvi

Kiss of passion laced with mellow hemlock for suicides pleasure in a kiss goodbye,
Entered the realms of dark skies as a kiss goodnight,
A toxic tranquility as drifting away,
Glides softly into serenity via gentle paralysis,
Up and coming in gradual waves as waving goodbye,
Cyanosis catches up, heart and brain devoid of feeling,
What joy,no pain,
Slips from a nightmare,
Shaking screaming
A fiery fury as hemlock laced kiss,
Hits the final spot before dying,
Crying a fatal goodbye,
Crucified as cheerio,
Blessed incarnate no fury,
For all is not lost,
Allegedly death is the last great escapade!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Keys

Sat in front of the keyboard.
End of another long and lonely day.
Not that this piano's grand.
Cannot play a note.
The world is out of tune.

Life's secrets are locked away.
In Pandora's box.
The key, it's rusty.
Jammed in the lock.
A relief it seems.
Be careful not to snap it.

Key winds the clock.
Tick Tock.
Without the key to wind it.
Maybe all life stops.
Need the clock.
Keep the beat of a lonely pulse.

Key is a clue in a mystery.
Query the keys.
Need to seek the answers.
Unlock a feisty mind.
This key winds a spring.
Spring will be sprung.

The heartbeat drum will find the rhythm.
Of the failing grand piano.
For the solo orchestra of one.
One minus another.
Clickety clack.
Back on my keyboard I tap!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

At the Waters Edge
As the tide laps onto the shore
So shall it flow.
Eternally.

Wanting you more.
We stand on the beach watching gulls swoop.
Sadly,only  images in our minds.
Scraps of the past,
captured by gulls.
Tossed on white horses,
They go with the flow.

As do you and I.
Bouncing on currents of warm salty air.
Smell the seashore.
Taste it.
Taste it ,
as we taste love.
Feel it, as we  hold each other close in mind.

We could be oar less rowing boats.
Drifting aimlessly on rushing ripples.
Like the weather, they change course.
Lifted and falling ever of course.

Vanilla ice cream.
Strawberry  syrup.
Dripping from cornets.
To learn of your likes.
You may not like ice cream.
Nor strawberry sauce.
As we grow together for sure.
We'll discover more.


I yearn to hold you.

To survey the stars in the sky,

two of us as one.
Want no more,
To stroll alone on the shore.
I have a hand that needs holding.

Held empty too long.

Paddle in beach shoes.

To feel the swell water.
Warmed by the sun.
It's  waiting for you.

Time nor tide will stop and wait
But always I shall wait,
always for you.

To  watch sunsets  and rises.

Morning surprises.
Coffee and croissants.

Straw hats and boaters.

I'd climb to the cliff tops to hold you again.
You my darling.

I know you feel the same.
You feel the same.
I know that you do.
Distance before us.
If only you knew.

Drifting out to sea.

Then home again.
Safe in my arms.
One day my darling.
You and I will be us.
(c)Livvi MMCV

Slept all night.
Brain wide awake.
Body woke.
Shaking.
Wrapped in sweat so cold.
Dreamed
As if non stop during darkened hours.
Meeting in the graveyard.
Cemetery of shame.
Necropolis of long dead regret.
Pursued by gang without escape.
Feral kids exuded terror.
Petrified as long dead tree.
Heart created in stone.
Eons of ancient history.
Step taken furtively.
Begging to be set free.
Let go.
Space invaded by fear dressed in denim.
Misgivings unforgiving.
Scared near to dying.
Heart beating manically.
Scarred by memories of neglect.
Painted hatred on a memory stick of sorrow.
Maybe brighter in the morrow!
Cruelty in dreams.
Unbearable.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Body Parts

The holy two of us.
Danced bare naked in the acid rain.
Stripped tissue from bone.
Caused deep pain.
More pain than either ever knew.
Bi-laterally scarred.

Internal scarring.
Heart ripped out and left behind.
She left her heart in your bedroom.
Her head on the bus.
Left her memories in the dustbin.

All the memories of us.
Maybe not.
He's never forgot.
She left her womanhood there in his brain.
So he could fantasize about her as he plays.
She left her mouth in the spot,
The spot he loved it best.
I'll let him think and remember the rest.

It's so sad it all went rotten.
Let two crazy poets never forget.
Each others feelings deeply.
With never not an ounce of regret!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Strolling down the rickety steps.
I got a lonesome fly past by the solo admiral.
The red one.
He darted into the bush.
Alighted for a moment.
Then both of us moved on.
Livvi

Strolled through the door wearing nowt but a grin.
Seeking nothing more or less than a sweet bit of sin.
Dire need for crazy ***, smacked her smartly on the chin.
She's determined to win.
She gets under his skin.
Naked as this day were born
Torn heart's broken again.

And they cry and they lie and they curl up and die.
Feelings are reeling.
They're strung on balloons.
Cascades of lust as we're shooting the moon.

Wearing nothing but Sunday on Monday.
(C) LIVVI

Tonight the Robin flew.

Left the land of once was .

Now in eternal peace.

Walked into the light.

Flown legitimately.

Robin left the planet.

Set Mandela free!

And into the light he steps.

From non-religious English girl ..Goodnight sweet sleep and rest in eternal peace.

Slaap goed vader van Afrika-lande

(c) Livvi Kent!5/12/2013

Tis the evening,light has faded,
Night creeps over the land,
The lights of the street, my world have invaded,
In need of the beauty of dreamland.
Need to find my lover,
The one that I call my lovely, lovely  sleep,
My lover  lives under my cover,
Carries me off so deep,
As into solo sleep I drift,
The place I rest my weary head,
Between me , myself and I, never a rift,
Best place in the world my bed,
The morning will soon find me, wake me with a morning kiss,
My last day off, Sunday, the one I can't miss.
(c) LIVVI

The Darker Side of Poetry!

How can we go dancing,
When in the dark you scream,
In violence and vengeance,
When your heart bleeds and dies,
Black roses grace your presence,
Startled by your disrespect,
Assaulting,
Insulting,
As you poke your poison tongue's expulsions,

Blaggart,

Crimes made out of time,
How can love be you,
When you have a heart of glass,
Heart, himself is dancing,
Dying while he writes,
Through diamond mines tranquility,
Unearthed a heart of glass.

Always lots of takers,
Fill up the undertaker's
Probably on Wednesday,
Cos she is full of woe.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

AAAtishoo!
Quick, please pass me a tissue.

Ran out of toilet roll.
Quick, please pass me a tissue.

A wet face dripping as tears drizzle.
Quick, please pass me a tissue.

Make up smudged in need of wiping.
Quick, please pass me a tissue.

Burned skin severely, in need a graft.
Quick, please pass me a tissue.

Human beings made of varying tissues.
Various colours.

Make me some tissues.
Not the ones from a box.


By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Passion is a baby, always ravenous...in need of food...
Feed him regularly...from silver spoon.
If neglected passion becomes tragically dejected.
Lost in frozen mist, biting icicles on fingertips, fire guarded.
When fire's gone, eyes inferno dies,persona died inside.
Empty head, fractured heart smashed as broken mirror shards, full of memories, vile!
Hereby,  I do declare loss of passion's so unfair!
Copyright Livvi Kent 24/04/2013.

KIndred Spirit!
Posted by Olivia Kent on May 18, 2013 at 9:29amView Blog
Kindred Spirits


His love kissed me,
Amid a glory blaze,
Indigo violet heart storms,
Created by firewater,
In pen's touch.
A pair let loose,
With truest care,

Innocuous and innocent,
Following,
Fire's stormy head,
Heart of innocence,
Sent with wishes for sweetness,
In scented flowers,
Chocolate, sticky toffee melts,
Stored in heart's locked cupboard space,

Evanescent essence of loves' pure lush!
Lashes,
Eyelashes,
Protect sparklers,
Inside smiling eyes,
In tranquil innocent moments,
Behold me,
Desire me!
Sailing through peril on loves turbulent swell,
Full on dreams intentions!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

It's dying you know.
In a scary dark dirge.
It's falling fast.

Was feeling mediocre.
Ages fly past.
From childhood to menopause.
Hell what a blast.
Some kind of supersonic speed.

Looking into the dark world of periods past.
Just took a breath.
Oops there went another.
One second closer.

Patella aches.
Legs are veined.
Decorated ornately.
Threads sewn.
Embroidered, but not by needles.
Hair has gone all funny.
Killed it with my dye.
This hormones it's falling out.
Really don't know why.

Guess I should age naturally.
But I don't know why I should.
(c) Olivia Kent 20/11/2013

A body in full glory stands before him.
Perpendicular in patent black shiny shoes, skirt hugging her truest form!
Her eyes wide and  sultry stare deep into his persona.
Finding, vibrant body heat!
A tigress on a hungry prowl.
She strokes her lips meaningfully with her sandpaper tongue!
She has patterns of her own.
Talons painted scarlet, remnants of her last victim!
She wants to seize and devour him.....
To chew on his his bone is her lust!
She desperately needs to eat....
Her tongue starts to trickle in jest....
Daring him to play!
She entraps him in his world of fantasy,
He is tempted....so tempted,
He needs to be fed, has desires of his own......
No fight in him.
He succumbs to her needs!
She expresses her desires.
Gesturing him to drop before her majestic form.
Holds his head in her hands, stroking his hair gently.
Sudden dire urges on.
The gentleness has left,
His hair was yanked.
She pushes him hard onto the bed.  
Craving feed more as they grapple.
He turned, trousers full of promise succumbing to her, at last!
Copyrright, Lady Livvi  06/03/2013.






He turned, trousers full of promise succumbing to her, at last!
Copywrite, Lady Livvi 06/03/2013.

Poppy fields of Flanders, conceal a million tragedies.
A hundred thousand fallen soldiers, tainted the grass crimson.
And so they fell.
Not much grass left.
Mainly churned up mud.
Destroyed by the feet of the soldiers' in passing.
They are passing out forever.
Some were mere boys who pledged allegiance to the heavy crown.
And so they fell,almost children,
Without objections.
Marched as boys.
Buried as heroes.
An almighty salute.
(C) Livvi

Talking to a sorry seamstress.
Hanging out in New Orleans.
A witch, she stole you from you jeans,
Robbed you of your lover,
Sold you onto another.
Satan himself.

Exerted the most passionate of mind control.
When full of magic she robbed your soul.
Full of pizzazz and all that jazz.

Black cats and ravens.
Unholy houses, unsafe havens.
Voodoo.
Trembling zombies,
Out to munch.
Petrified lunch.

Potions.
Lotions.
Evil devotions.
Incensed.
Incantations.
New Orleans.
Zombie nation.
(C) Livvi

In memory,the despised lepidoptera.
Wings ripped in three.
Shreds of vanished memory.
Flies on ripped silent wings no more.
Carried on a breeze of tears.
On wings so sore.
Only the breeze can fly.
Before the ripping of the wings.
Was once sweet symmetry.

A waste of years of plentiful wishes.
Wanton.
Risque.

In expectation excited.
Fed fire with fire.
Long since smouldered.
Flaming desire tragic.
The sorcery dispersed.
The heart of broken magic.

Should the hate crack on.
Smash not the crystal casket.
In which the lady sleeps.
Eternally weeps in silence.
Cost of lost love.
Mourns the cost.
Of love forgot.
While sweet angel sleeps!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Mother knits scarves in soft wool.
Daddy creates suits in steel.
Auntie makes a mess of strings.
Played with a bow, a twiddle, a fiddle a serious riddle.
Uncle strums his guitar, while  he's coughing catarrh.
From the **** he smokes.
While playing with kippers and older men's zippers.
Pretensions of kindness, while fetching their slippers.
Money hunting, baby bunting, wrapped in boas of stripy snakes that choke, crush and strangle, dangling lust on a string, it's his sort of thing.
Uncle carbuncle, peril to both pusillanimous child and men of great age.
Daddy knows and  he's so enraged, steel suits beat the outrage of misuse and abuse, through the family and mummy knits more scarves in soft fluffy wool. ****** old fool, never does anything by halves, it's all covered up by soft fluffy wool scarves.
(C) LIVVI

Life belongs to Monday morning.
Still, I'm haunted by Sunday teatime.
Scones in the parlour at the back of the house.
With mamma and poppa and sweet baby Jayne.
Toasted crumpets together,and drank hot cups of tea.
The crumpets were toasted upon a huge open fire.
Jayne had been sleeping in the cot by the door.
Too young to eat crumpets and scones, she's not allowed tea.
The baby still sleeping remains in the parlour.
It's warmer in there.
And so to the drawing room with round rosewood table.
Nature of the cloth thereupon changed.
It's marked with the symbols of a, b and c.
A painted on canvass that ends with a zee.
It's crimson, edged with gold.
In the centre a YES and a NO.
Centrally placed a wine glass.
Knock knock on the door.
Now there are five.
Tonight the table may come alive.
They're hoping.
A standard lamp, rather dated stood in the corner.
Had a scarlet shade with golden tassels.
They sit round the table.
It's just what they did.
Fingers on glass.
They're calling out.
"Is anybody there?"
The room becomes chilled.
Atmosphere stifling.
Glass moves around the circle.
A...R...I....E.....L.....spellbinding.
'Twas the spirit of the dark poet,Plath.
Darkness from sorrow, no more tomorrow.
Another spirit in attendance.
Takes Sylvia by the hand.
Into the light, escorted by guide.
Goodbye sorrowed poet.
Walked into the light.
Goodnight.
Sleep tight.
(c) Livvi MMCV

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

Went to see the pastor,
he invited me for tea,
a general pleasant conversation,
covered all the room,
we chatted for a while,
and then I made smile,
I asked him "Sir, what's for tea",
He grinned real wide,
and said to me,
" sweet lady, we are having a roast",
and then I said to he,
What is the roast to be today?
He smiled back as he replied,
remnants of the lord who'd died,
"what on earth said I"?
So I smiled back and chuckled a bit,
would we, really roast the holy ghost,
he nodded bowing his head,
"Sweet lady, we are having Fred"
"Who on earth is Fred"? I said,
"Well  milady",
"Fred is the chicken, that scratched in the yard,
who made conversation with the bard,
while, scratching for worms"
"More filling than the holy ghost,
chicken ,tastes a whole lot better than most other roasts"
So,
the vicar or pastor, whichever you care, picked up his chopper after brushing his hair,
dashed into the yard to catch hold of Fred,
Fred didn't fancy being dinner,
so he'd already fled.
(C) Livvi

Stormy Sky!

Buttermilk stained sky.
Almost mackerel.
Scaly streaked.
Stripes in pile of cloudy sky.
Clouds tinged pink.
Textured in cream.
As standing brave sentinels.
Guarding heaven's gate.
Fearsome portent.
A warning to the lofty ships.
Sails lowered.
Make for shore for sure.
Cumbersome cumulus.
Expecting birth of storm to descend.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Drink a toast to the dreams that got lost.

Sat in a world of  the single minded.
The location of shattered dreams lost.

No longer whispering.
Ghosts of long gone dreams.

They wail.
They scream as banshees of doom.

Predicting solitary misery.

Not destitute,
Quite happy really,

Hell maybe, I am,
I am not.

The music plays and I drown in it.
Swallowing it, hook line and sinker.

This funny woman,
A deep thinker.

An amusing muser.
Somewhat bemused.

She lives on the planet of miserable cow.

The couple next door.
Sharing a lunch,

One between two.
In oblivious dreams of true romance.

New romantics perhaps.
As lucky sods and demi-gods,

They sat and munched their lunch.

Me,
The she,

Listens to the music, listless.
In a place where no-one can dance.

Tapping my foot in time.
Yes, my friend.
I said in time

And the music strokes the air.
The music gets stuck in my auburn hair.

Soul to soul,
She is bare,
Unwrapped.

My coffee went cold.
Should I maybe be so bold.

To stay and listen to more.
And the music became more.

So much more.

My inspiration on this glorious day.
Passion in full view.

C'est la vie.
(And Alaric ,my friend).

May the devil enjoy my play on words,
Such injustice be kindly greeted.

Would prefer to tickle angels, with my words instead.

Sooner meet the Lord of Love,
When I end up dead!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Can I see thee, through those windows?
Misty, grimy, opaque, but clearing.
What is foreseen, as yet nobody knows.
A presence gentle, truly nearing.
Force exuded filled with passion.
Hark thee one of gentle voice,
A lady, once pallid and ashen,
Lady fair, hath now a choice.
Greets a suitor from nether world.
Maybe lady, has new chance.
Comes to call, with love unfurled,
Novel way to find romance.
She knows not yet, what she hath found,
Deep in the land of underground.

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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

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

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

Fighting death daily.
My head is duelling with my pen.
I'm not suicidal.
But given the option.
Of meds or pen.
My pen will outright win.
(C) LIVVI MMCV