Stuck fast.
Two tongues.
No need to rip apart.
Ice sticks.
Lollipops for licking.
Fragile dipped on wooden sticks.
Sweet love of feline lady.
In battleship grey concealed.
The once openness of heart removed.
Stars bow down in crouching grace.

Tried to catch the suns rays.
Dared to try.
Fingers of children burned.
Uplifting the sullen face.
Extort a stupid smile.
(C) Livvi x 2014

Feeble is love.
Weak as a kitten.
Indiscreet and tiny.
Hidden in corners.
Lands in laps unexpectedly.
Feisty as a puppy.
With needle teeth he nips.
Needle teeth and eyes combined.
Snares sweetheart, love is blind.
Puppy love hides in corners.
Think love is simple?
He's not.
A constrictor, he is waiting to crush you.
Before he slithers slowly away.
Revealed yesterday.
Departing today.
(C) LIVVI X 2014

A name Rosline sent me a message....another scam, please disregard and delete messages.
Livvi

Thursday afternoon.
My God the sky turned black.
Blowing of the wind damages the trees.
Revenge for them remaining clothed.
In tardiness into December they walk slow.
Ah, their foliage should have left an age ago.
Leaves should have left the trees.
They were deceived by temperate weather.

It is still yet.
Won't be for more than minutes.
Sallow leaves attached by whispers.
Still waiting for the wind to blow.
Anarchic leaves await permission to let go.

The wind will blow.
Around ivory towers.
Ivory cast out.
Elephants long gone.
In a teacup brews a storm of sighs.
Rattles the windows and makes wet the skies.
Waiting in silence for rain to pour.
To wash off the leaves.
Make puddles bless the floor.
(c) Livvi  05/12/2013.

On the way home
From meeting the man who can't ,but who can.
The smile who carries the stars and the words to be sung to guitars and pianos.
To jelly she turned.
Once bitten fifteen times shy.
And the red rose is perched significantly over her left ear.
(C) LIVVI

Love wears a dress,
It's flowing,
with a pattern of flowers.
It's made of thin linen.
Feels beautiful stroking the skin.
Love has pure *******,
Capable of nurturing,
Keeping interest alive.
Sometimes love wears lingeree,
Of ebony black lace,
with scarlet ribbons attached.
Sometimes love has tassles attached,
they could be twiddled to occupy a lover who may be becoming bored.
Sometimes,
love is concealed beneath the protective cloak of the very caring nurse.
However;
Love can be stubborn,
Never admitting defeat,
Sometimes a total ***.
Who loves being in love,
Even when she's dressed in all of her disguises?
(c) Livvi

Codes of killers.
Bits and pieces.
Clues for absolution.
Proving points.
(c) Livvi

Spilled Dreams!

Hide not away.
Be not concealed.
No need to run.
Escape from a teacup of dreams.
Try to pull yourself out.
Be careful not to spill the contents on the grass

On a wild escapade.
Should you let your china teacup tip.
Your dreams will ***** the soil.
Become doused in muddy mess of moments.
Spread across the grass.

Then they shall be lost.
No stratagem to rescue them.
When they're gone.
They're gone.
Lost forever and maybe a day!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

PORCELAIN CASTLE.
She lives in a porcelain castle.
She's stuck in a butterfly net.
Forgetting that they ever met.
One another, each other together fighting always.
Ever biting back.
Porcelain's not good for castle building.
Don't you dare to forget, ever, never ever.
Porcelain castles they crack.
Fragile people hide inside.
Regretting things they can't decide.
Of yin and yang and cymbals bang.
Religious sounds of church bell clangers and hangers on.
Earrings of pearls and churlish girls.
Mothers and fathers and buckets of laughter.
Porcelain's not good for castle building.
Don't you dare to forget, ever, never ever
Porcelain castles they crack.
Clairvoyance dispelling of tears, well spent.
Destroying dark rumours over years and years.
She's crying without trying.
There ain't no more lying.
No biting or fighting.
Retrospective viewing the past with regret.
Heading for Dignity,
Luck of Lady Grey Day.
(c) Livvi

His name,
well it is Dominique,
wants to be a woman,
perhaps,
as he slips into his plaid skirt,
thought it rather itchy,
he could be rather ******,
Starts off in high heels,
yes,
Then he dons his rubbers,
I said Dons,
not Dom's,
then feeds his fetish,
pulls up his welly boots,
into rubber you know!
He traipses to the shop of ***,
there he buys a gimp suit,
gives his girlfriend whips and chains,
she locks him up in the cellar,
he's a really funny fella,
I'm sure he is okay,
but, I guess I'll never know!
(C) Livvi

In my house there is a huge black hole.
In said hole, hide a million toilet rolls and a few stray socks.
Search as high and low as I may,
the toilet rolls and socks are out to play.
The loo rolls have been eaten by a mega munch machine.
Half of all the household socks, mislaid when they are clean.
Or maybe when still grubby.
Perhaps they're dubstep socks.
With minds of their own and they just want to rock.
Maybe they're good looking socks.
Heading out to mate.
Did you ever hear such things.
Single socks out looking for a date.
They seem to just have vaporised,
before the household eyes.
Expensive business.
Loosing socks.
I need these toilet rolls.
Need to cry.
Must be off out partying together.
I really don't know why!
(c)LIVVI

Vile!

When on this foul and filthy Monday.
The sun begun to cry.
First time past the hurricane.
The sky flared navy blue.
In daylight robbery.
Sun was scared away.

Grim reaper stole the summer.
Left just a world in murky dirge.
Madam sun will someday soon.
Knock reaper out.
Beat into submission.
Bring back summer's sun!

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Isabella stood alone outside.
She was in the garden chasing snow.
Her nose felt the chill, her fingertips too.
The tips of her beautiful delicate toes, were fast becoming blue.

In the corner under the trees, she'd made a snowman.
She swore she heard him sneeze.
He wore a lovely tartan hat, a purple scarf, a pair of soggy bright red gloves.
She thought, perhaps he needed a lady friend.
Next to him on his right hand side, she created a very chilled girlfriend, made from fairy snow.
She built a buxom snow mamma, with a plastic gem in the middle to play the role of mamma's nose.
Isabella found an old Alice band and popped it round her soggy head.
Between the three of them they discussed having an infant, a snow child of their own.
All three of them got ready to discuss the coming child.
Isabella started building snow person number three.
A pretty little snow girl, with strands of straw for yellow hair.
She wandered indoors and pinched some precious pebbles from real mama's plant ***.
Isabella gave her snow girl bright blue shiny eyes.
Mummy let the dog out, he ran around the garden.
So happy to be out and free, crash, bang, wallop.
Knocked Mr Snowman to his knees.
Isabella built him up again.
Mr and Mrs Snowman and their daughter were her friends.
She kissed them all.
Bade a goodnight, to one and all.
Isabella went indoors.
It was nearly time for bed.

The morning sun ripped through the blinds.
She looked outside to see her friends.
They'd gone.
Perhaps they ran away.
It was a little warmer today.
In the garden just a slushy puddle.
Wearing a tartan hat purple scarf and bright red gloves.
(C) Livvi

Budded, broke unto true bloom.
Petunia by any name.
Stalking petals in the room.
Presence of flowers but, a game.
Silken twists of pretty petal.
Thine beauty played to music loud
To the hell of heavy metal.
Enough to wake dead ones, in the crowd.
Sleeping souls that cannot hear.
Beat of tree trunks as they fall.
Holding none, who still live dear.
Trunks of trees, making poles, as such support, the sleepers call.
The voice of twisted sisters here.
Listen close and thy shall hear
(c)Livvi

Mmmm **

To squeeze you.
Hold you til you're crushed.
Till I've eaten you.
Beaten you into wild submission.
Split your lips.
Made you cry.
Ripped your heart out.
Trapped in bonds of love and lust.
Melt you with wild passion.
And made you come along and play.
Screaming out.
Exceptional.
Love is power.
Lust is great.
Eternal mate!
Please me.
Please my ever lover!
By ladylivvi1

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You have green teeth you scabby *****,
No one else will want you more,
Can't do better,
I'll tell you so.
I'll keep on ,
I'll let you know!

You will not go,
Not leave my house,
Cower as a frightened mouse,

You're not leaving,
I don't care,
Grab you,
Swing you by your hair,

Punch my fist around your face,
Cause you make me sick,
Will demonstrate prowess of evil demon,
Kitchen knife displayed,

Locked the doors,
Barred the windows,
You can't escape,
I got ya!

Vile man,
Spited me,
Actually spat at me,
Full abuse and over use,
My God,
I was so stupid,
This man was no flaming cupid,

I was so controlled to see,
He never really wanted me,
I was his sucker,
Not crazy *****!

Nearly lost my family,
Close to losing friends,
Affected my son,
He was the disgrace!

Not Me,
My teeth aren't green,
I'm always kind,
I won't do that again,
Don't need that kind of ******* pain!

By ladylivvi1

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Head bowed to her chest.
In a chamber of darkness she's left.
She waits hiding in corners.
As only she can in her obsolete world.
Rocking fro and to.
For she's confused.
Apparently.
Phony facade.

Placating herself with her words.
She rarely speaks.
Her tongue is tied.
Her lips are stitched,
Eyes open wide.
She sits and she watches.
Keen and mean in observation.

He knows what she's about.
As only a loyal servant should.
A man servant.
She takes no prisoners.
He perceives her every thought.
Before each enters her head.
Her brain is full of fire.
Although her body nearly dead.
Slaughtered by love perhaps.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Once upon a dream.
There was a brightly shining star,
Hanging in the heavens.
Above Adelphi's garden.
In the garden was a tree.
Upon which hung a golden ring.
Caught the eye of scavenger.
A bird who snatched the ring away.
Dropped it in her nest.

Those baby birds they wriggled.
The nest fell to the floor.
Ring of gold and diamonds,
It landed on the deck.

There came a thief in disbelief.
Could not believe his luck.
Picked brilliant gem up,
Wandered to the pawn shop.
What did he spy with his little eye.

It was really a **** shop.
He gave the ring to ****** sweet.
Just for a bit of fun.
She sold it to a friend
So she could buy another fix.
The fix she got was pure.
Her ****** her lure.
Got her trapped.
Stuck in the mix.
Death,
It stopped her turning tricks.

The dealer discarded the ring from his pocket.
Maybe feeling guilty.
Came back the magpie bird.
The bird of vengeful scavenging.
Picked trinket up in her beak.
Took back to her tree.
There you found it.
Stole it back.
That brilliant gold was really black!
By ladylivvi1

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On a hurricane it came.
Knocked down the old wooden fence.
Melted it.
Was a dark night.

The night the sky cried a torrent.
Ripped landfill inside out.
******* thrown across the land.
Compliments of bad weather's hand.
Battered fish deep in the pond.
Was not a millpond placid.

The landscape melted.
Courtesy.
Reigning acid.
The queen of the stormy skies!


By ladylivvi1

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A conspiracy of co-existence.
Belittled in buckets of disaster.
A house full of twisted intelligence.
Decry the mind that writes for fun.
Fun and release.
No peace.
Demanding gang of children.
Sought explanations of the words that poets use.
Today's one was ominous.
The poet took it as a warning.
A threat of things to come.
And they both smiled and said..,
"You don't know what your on about."
A bucket of words this poet spills.
A mishmash of nouns.
Verbs with just a bit of adjective.
An adverb from time to time.
Occasional omnipresent onomatopoeia.
As if the poet doesn't know!
An awful lot of fun.
(C) LIVVI

Stands tall in dark cloak.
Menacing shadow smacks the alleyway.
Wall dressed in gaslight.
A bag of tricks grasped in his hand.
To turn tricks of his own on night ladies.

The night ladies cackle in raucous laughter.
In the grasp of inebriation's smile.
A stallion bedecked in funeral regalia.
Waits impatiently for his return.
Heavy shod hooves heard scratching the flag stones.

Stallion awaits acknowledgement of death.
Death soon to approach the first sweet soul.
The first of five.
Sweet Mary Ann Nichols.
Throat unceremoniously slashed.
Her abdomen was broken too.
The work of the devil maybe.
Whitechapel August 1888
Was no place for a lady of the night to be.
Despite the chapel, in the name.
This was no religious lair.
By ladylivvi1

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So,
What is precious friendship in the real world about.
A man who makes his woman wail and shout.
Discarded in the dustbin of life's wanton destruction.
A man who made her eyes erupt.
Lives in a world somewhat corrupt.
Swims in buckets of tears.
He always cries.

He got her.
Ripped her limb from limb.
To feed his sorry insecurities.
He's the precious one.
Not the woman kind.
He sank his teeth into her soul.
Tore her heart to strings.
The woman he left behind is virtually dead.
Her head ripped off.
Her body bled.

He was a bright man an inspiration.
Now has become monotony.
He is black and white.
Not an ounce of purity.
Maybe pure insanity.
Is he the the north pole.
The south pole.
Or perhaps bi-polar.
Nobody knows.
Let alone him.

The swings beat the roundabouts.
And the Ferris wheel flies in chaos.
A conundrum of confusion.
An enigma with rotten teeth.
And dragons breath.
That tastes of death!
By ladylivvi1

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There's a dragon in the garden.
Huffing, puffing, billowing smoke.
Trees recoil in abject horror.
Dragon's noisy.
Hissing and sparking.
Dragon melts in to the atmosphere.
High-flown brazen.
Hideously beautiful.
He puts forth his strike.
Striking out at dried out leaves.

A stupendous bang.
An explosion of long dead transmitters spray across the lawn.
Popping loudly as they fly.
Spawned from dragons guts.
Someone fed him a disused T.V.
From his belly sparked kaleidoscope of coloured lights.
Children should not feed the bonfire.
(C) LIvvi 2014

Questioning the mind of the Madman

The mind of the mad man.
Is it swayed by truth or choice.
Does he stand stoic in his world or is it just insecurity.
His thoughts, they darken, through every hour.
In duplicate multiplicity in every dream he weaves.
Dreams become nightmares,in the real world.

In a world where all his blessings, have somehow been mislaid.
He feels minuscule, while in a noisy audience.
He's terrified of commitment and the contentment, which it brings.
In a lovelorn fantasy.
Afraid, to breach decisions that he's already made.
He feels that although they click, to love her back may make him sick.

In realization that he feels real, but he doesn't need a broken heart.
Sits and sobs all alone.
His beautiful fantasy has gone.
She stands in the spotlight.
She's open and kind.
While he deals with his major battles in mind.
By ladylivvi1

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Puts on her heavy ***** boots.
Flicks her hair back over her shoulders.
Slap on her face.
She's out on the pull.
Wants to ****** another fool.

This girl she looks so flaming cool.
Her fingers smart.
Nails manicured.
Scented lady.
Red hair then falls over her face.
Out on the hunt has no disgrace.

She cares not who she snares.
Cares not who she hurts.
Just out to catch the jack of hearts.
Like the jacks caught her before.
It's ladies night.
She's out to even the score.

Physically will not destroy them all.
Use abuse him like a toy.
Mentally she will make him.
Every little tiny bit.
Make him want her all.
And more.
Her turn to even up the score.
Want her with power.
He will want to send her flowers.
Will want to feed her chocolate dreams.
To try to make her melt.
This iron lady.
When death meets in a furnace.
Only will her heart melt again.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Don't turn the lights out on my life.
So soon.
My rather crazy friend.
I am not your loving wife.
I'm nobody's muppet.
And you're not a puppet.

We're sat on the gate.
Not on the fence.
May the gate re-open if not totally broken.
Sat on the fence.
Not waiting to fall.

Should be dispelling busted hate.
No need for you to hate me mate.
For you're free now.
Though the times we spent together were really great.

I'm no cow.
As a ruminant perhaps.
I chew on the cud.
Regurgitate.
In an awful sad and crazy state.
I'm not crazy at it happens.

The times we spent together were really great.
You and I.
Now relishing precious time on my own.
For I am your puppy and you are my bone.
LOL X

By ladylivvi1

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So what shape is love?
Is it circular and hollow in the centre?
Vacant and vacuous.
Perhaps it's square with sharp edges.
Keep catching yourself.
Making you ooze trickling blood.
Maybe it's rhomboid,
In the shape of headless female form.
Limbs intact, a matter of balance.
A diamond of course.
Will love cut glass?
Sure it will, it's edges are fierce.
Matters not what shape it is, it hurts.
(C) Livvi

Watching t.v.
I start to cry.
My beautiful dog looks deep into my eyes.
She seems to be sensing my feelings.
Catching my emotions.
As if, she read my mind.
Never seen her move so fast.
I guess her love is meant to last.
She cured my tears with a snuggle.
Livvi x

Daylight pushes night away.
Using a gentle broom.
Last call of the ***** heard.
Before she scurries into daylight's blast.
She brushes each leaving night away.
As if it were her last.
Wants not to be caught in the morning sun.
And so runs back into her daylight den.
There she will stay till night breaks again.
Night is over.
She had her fun!
(c)Livvi 02/12/13

A Touch, My God a Touch too Much!

You kiss me,
I trickle,
Kiss the velvet underground,
I shake, I shiver, quivering when involuntary spasm drowns,
Besotted drenched in wails,
Kissed with lust filled love inside,
Ripples riding loves floes,
Cream dripped,
Smiles,
This pussycat is satisfied!
By ladylivvi1

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Paint me naked with your pen.
Write me naked with your quill.
See me naked in your mind.
Open your eyes wide.
Rip my cloak from my shoulders.
Unbutton my crisp white linen blouse.
Open it wide.
Peel it back.
I'll turn around.
You may unfasten my fresh white bra.
I feel fresh too.
Remove my breast restraint.
Let it fall to the floor.
Run your fingers down my spine.
It's wholly sensitive.
Undo my jeans.
Gently slip them over my form.
Cautiously lay me on your bed.
We kiss with fire.
My ****** are black.
They're French in style
Now you see me near naked.
And then que sera sera!
(C) Livvi

She was once a child,
Stands to reason you know,
"Hey presto,
Kapow,"
In walked the drunk,
a skunk,
she's a silly cow,
Fed him to her from a spoon,
he's gone,
thank God,
and still,
she finds more,
from memory,
without intention,
the circle,
once complete,
then round it goes,
round again,
and again,
it's twisted,
in love with pain,
perhaps,
mishaps,
all she found when grown,
were men of ***
and drugs and rock'n'roll,
covered up in disrespect.

and the prophecy,
well maybe,
it's breached,
she's broken free,
laid stranded on a sandy beach,
the waves wash over her,
they're waving goodbye,
to drunks and skunks,
and flashy trash,
and her self-fulfilling prophecy gets smashed!
(C) Livvi

Painful!

His pain kissed hers with gentleness,
Tried hard to make her better,
Pain bought sullen tears again,
She's feeling slightly better,
In their pain they dance together,
A duet in loves garden,
Her teardrops soothed by lacy handkerchief,
Held in her lovers hand,
Caught on a summer breeze,
Zephyr warmed their pain away,
While they spun upon the grass,
Her in sparkling emeralds,
In a dress of passion's hue,
Smiling in contentment,
As true love smiled down,
Spread love and flowers all around!
By ladylivvi1
A bit of a nonsense write **

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Phoned you this morning with  my most rampant of write, you liked it all right,
I wonder how, I knew you would,
Course you did, you always do,sorry to say now, it's not just me and you,
or you and I,
You moaned at me, for mailing one to you that as I cc'd to another,
You're not my lover, just my friend, not sure if as a friend I can depend, anymore,
Deep mischief discussions are what do we  to do best....!.
We were both so close today, in fact mere, only yards away,
Believed that you may seek me out, while we were so close,
You didn't, no surprise there then!
Although, admit, I did kind of hope,
Saw Stephen, another friend today , he said, "Gal you're looking glam in his way,
Through his aesthetic eyes, he sees beauty so honest, loyal and true,
He doesn't look for hot and ***** in a chick, because, he's gay!
He's really sweet, lovely too,
He's a male nurse works on ICU!

Livvi Kent 2013

Somewhere deep within the pages of a dating book,
possibly a dated book.
Feelings.
A little like dying.
Inside so cold.
Feeling like crying.
Sort of loved.
Then got lost.
All and sundry voice concerns.
Very loudly.
Distinctive moments spent.
Lessons learned.
Instructors and culture.
Govern the day.
She made you smile.
Life worth living.
Not permitted,
The young man not granted the gift of an obvious grin.
Still lost.
(C) Livvi

I believe the year has become a little bit disjointed.
A little muddled up.
The night before this very day.
I rolled indoors after a night upon the town,
My spot of going out to play.
Mother develops a mighty frown.
Came in late from local town.
Every light in the house was on.
I thought maybe it was October.
All the windows shone a mighty glow.
I thought I'd arrived for Diwali.
(c) Livvi

Blessed not am I, with financial wealth.
Treasures are given in souls of family.
Given a baby in perfect health.
Escaped from cossetted womb, now free.
A boy so precious, hair of down.
Dainty ears and tiny eyes.
May he never draw a frown.
Adore him even when he cries.
Aroma  of pure newborn scent.
Give him all the love you've got.
Darling boy, pure heaven sent.
Laid as precious treasure in his cot.
Stand up for him, henceforth defend.
On you may he always rely,his grandma and his friend.
(c) Livvi

Waterloo Dreams Spent!

Outstanding.
His love.
In a fine muddle of loss,
In a pre-conceived idea.
The way to turn obliterated.
Imaginations images obscured.
Blocked by blinding light.
A nutcase in rebellion.
Without acknowledgement.

Love,
She left her emotions on the platform.
Down at Waterloo.
All the love she ever felt,
Turned deepest sapphire blue.
Abolition on the tissue,
She used to wipe her weeping eyes.
Along with words of worship.
Unjustly spent.
Before truth came along.
Then away she went.
By ladylivvi1

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The lovely scent of DDT,
Liberated, cleansed set free.
Those left living at the end.
Louse ridden, dismal bones in bags.
A camp liberated by new found friends.
(C) LIVVI

Harvest Moon

Black silhouettes.
The witches danced under the harvest moon.
Incantations in a foreign tongue.
Exquisite equinoctial beauty.
Harvest moon.
Hanging full in the sky.
Blazing silver.
As if corona guards her.
Autumnal feel.
Nip in the air.
Firmament illuminated glorious.
Lighting up the night sky.
Light ricocheted from mother sun.
Harvest moon.
Huge image hanging in the heavens.
Perhaps a perfect photograph.
Image saved in minds' eye.
Thrown by blessings to the skies.
Suspended on autumnal kiss.
As if a ball of glowing air.
'Tis a beautiful bright night.
Celebration of last summer's end.
By ladylivvi1

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Tibbets.
Shadows fell at eight fifteen.
Shadow of a 'little boy'
As if a camera exploded.
Flash it went.


Pagoda tall standing, once upon a time.
A desecrated ground, unholy.
No fiery fairy tale in this place.
Death's location
Eerily sensations surround.
Destructive force hit home.

No eagles fly.
In this eerie place.
A silent world sleeps.
As mother weeps.
Not by choice.

Living screams a revelation.
A human created Armageddon.
Piles of smoke seen at the scene of evil.
Mega-mushroom killed the skies.
Most of humankind in this land felt its force.
Death as it cruised it's certain course

Zombies walk.
One or few.
The activity of war.
Now won.
Revenge bit back.
Severely.

Buried deep in the victim's skin.
And still the fever grew.
Under skin of souls.
Almost peeled.
Severe pain as landscape diffused into the land.
Creature of the bomb demonic.
Silhouetted dead men.
Painted standing structures.

Such sickness in a place laced with fractured glass.
Ultimate act of war.
Bring on power of peace.
By ladylivvi1

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Silence.
The air hangs silent around my resting head.
Time off in jubilant celebration of the coming of our baby.
The baby Jesus.
Too exhausted to walk further.
Mary in the pains of labour delivered unto us that night.
In a stable the only place of vacancy in the town of silence.
'Twas such a holy night.
Angels fetched the lambs of God.
As shepherds from the fields they came.
Then affluent fellows from the East.
Visited child on burdensome beasts.
Pursued the course of glowing star.
Followed the dreams for the Christian future.
Upon that one first Christmas Day!
Livvi 24/12/2013

Slaughter me not in the shadows of time.
Far reaching.
The beautiful universe doth climb.
Takes me out.
Not stresses me out.
The universe she does expand.
In beauty.
Ad infinitum!


She is the universe,
She is always in demand.
Sought out by astronomers.
From eons gone by.
Discovering evolution from the sands of time.

I do not matter.
You do not matter.
Only matter matters.


The star child and the moonshine.
Walk by,
Hands clasped tight.
Side by side.
With infinite rights of passage.
Ultimate rights to write!


VVV. Glory to the lady, the lady poetry!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The babbling brook...ripples and trickles...over land, under bridges.
Pathway diverted as she moves, cruising curiously,
I play!
Escapism, no pessimism...
Jesting with the sunlight, she sprinkles life as she brings life's lustre!
Need to splash in her,
Dash in her,
Water warm between my toes...!
Pebbles under feet..,
Water, oh so cool,
Water, oh so sweet!
Jeez, this water soothes me...!
I drink before bathing,
Precious chaste feet,
Every past memory is sent through the flow, helping chase darkness away...,
Troubles flow onward toward the sea....!
At the estuary she arrives...finds her place wallowing amid memories  of many folks emotions passed......,
Washing out into ocean.....,
Slowly, as mere  trickle she came,
All bad dreams gone,
Memories of sorrow refreshed as the ebbing tide returns,
Bringing only pleasant wishes and candy kisses to the shore!
All cleansed!
Small one comes with bucket and *****, scoops a shovel true,
To bring kismet laced with candy kisses to bring right back home to you!
Diffused in airless void however, nightmares,  bad memories all
destroyed!
As ocean swirls, builds up a wild tsunami....she shreds remnants of
tears and night blinded fears!
No more tears,
Tears replaced with purity...virginal waters renewed once more!
Copywright Olivia Kent 13/04/2013.

She said give not up on love.
For sweet her love.
It kissed him in a way that no-one ever could.
Love is power.
Not heart corrupting.
Lost feelings erupting.
Be not afraid,
My  dark deep distant warring soul.

Love protects and lifts the scared and sacred ones.
Human form ecstatic.
If the form is right.
Drifting on a lonely river.
Doesn't keep you warm at night.

Enough to raise a smile.

Raises odds.
For more just a hint of happiness.
There is more to life than living wholly alone.
Hold my heart in your hands.
Give it a massage with tenderness.
Walk not down the lonely road.

A duet of poetic diversity.
Far apart, still in distance.
For as long as need decrees.
Close in  both heart and mind.
Take another look.
See what you can find.
Not all humans are monkeys.
One or two are kind!

(C)Olivia 17/11/2013.

Being the Other Woman, Metaphorically!
Have to sit and dream a touch,
As passion for poetry dictates loves depths,
I spoke to her with tender tongue and quill of truthful trusting passion flowers,
Resistance is far fetched,
For she is the other woman who strokes my life gently,
But with burning fire,
She caresses you too,
Three lovers wrapped in one embrace,
At times pure with tranquility,
Always blessed with grace,
This special lady has her dark moments too,
She always makes us happy in everything we write,
I have to share my love for you,
In that I have no choice,
She is shared in my heart,
The cutest sweetest lady who is our poetic art,
I share your heart, I share your soul,
In darkness she's our anchor,
In brightness we adore her,
In conversations imagery,
She speaks, tells me that you love her, of that she is aware,
She also speaks to me in volumes, in telling me how much you care!

My Sweet Lover!

VVV, Glory to poetry, glory to us **
This one's for you Chris **

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)