Your dark eyes were to die for.
Mine full of sprinkles.
Sprinkles of tears.
My life's focus got  a little mislaid when I looked deep inside.
I can say I spied your real being, from the outside looking in.
I never learned, although a learned soul at heart.
Still lost in your eyes.
And poetic art.
Your iris not a flower, but a hollow tunnel of carbon, awaiting a quiet spark.
And at that the tone of the saxophone so dolefully plays.
Threw a deep jazz rhythm into my mind to divert my focus a tiny bit  more.
In another life at another time I would be  yours and you'd be mine.
That's a certainty.
The time the present, the Christmas gift is inappropriate.
Maybe in a little while the world will work out great.
(C) Livvi

A black sky more angry than midnight.
Traps the light within.
Ethereal glow edges rooftops.
Silhouetted trees reach skyward.
Still standing in the dark.

The light seems not to crack the dark.
On this November day.
A strange allure.
Though darkness.
Peace hangs above.
Long may it reign.
Love to get a paintbrush.
To paint it bright again.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Running like a river.
God knows how it flows.
Rolling stones and hearts that break.
Upon the banks.
Left on the shore.

Rock and roll noise.
Girls and boys.
Flowers that fall.
They're off to the ball.

Dressed in mink and ermine.
The princess and prince charming.
Actresses and dancers.
Time of lively new romancers.

On the side of far and wide.
Left her sat beside.
Beaches with skimming stones.
Perfection, stones to be thrown.

Pebbles and sand.
Needing a grand.
Want a wild party.
Come along and play with me.
Remember in your hearts and minds.
That nothing comes for free.

Love affairs.
No one cares.
Roses floating on the tide.
In and out they go.
Wreaths on rivers.
Drifted to see.
Found washed up on the estuary.

Time to yank up socks.
Knock down blocks.
Nothing much to it.
Every day's *****.
Catching the black days.
Painting them white.
(c)Livvi

Dark flowers strewn before my path,
His darkness bled,
All forlorn, indiscriminate,
For hereby ,I do declare,
He lies in front of me,
Dying in an uncertain truth of pain,
Truth speaks loudly in visual imagery,
For my lover this the last moment where I can kiss his pain adieu,
He cries despairing in an agony of the care that I have donated to his painful body and caring soul,
For in my sorrow I believe, that when I leave,
My last kiss for him will be goodbye,
Why did our love happen, oh so late,
So why now when we found each other, is illness in control,
For now, as your love is not denied, where mine's always been there!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sat there in a crumpled heap in the corner.
The dark one under the window.
One aged discarded teddy, dumped by his once loving owner.
Poor fellow was missing an eye, threadbare, naked.
Sad chap, I swear, once a tear seen trickling down his sorry face.
Once upon a lifetime he was loved and cuddled.
His beige skin was covered in mountains of fluff.
He's worn out, an elderly fellow.

Out of nowhere Mrs Owner, got fed up with scrappy toys.
Thought that she would chuck him out.
He sensed her feelings.
My did he shout!
From the bottom of his congealed lungs of fluff, he screamed and shouted.
Open his mouth, dragged out his failing claws.
Ripped her to shreds, pulled out her hair.
The clause of owning a teddy bear, was that he must be forever held close to your heart.
A  timely reminder,
Good teddies and owners must never part!
(c) Livvi

Oh what a beautiful morning.
Stunned.
Today the blessed clocks strolled on.
Into summertime they dash.
Yes, I remembered to change them .
I was really not surprised at all.
Woke at eight, was really nine.
Sun ablaze, did blessings shine.
Morning frost, it ran off with the clock.
Maybe they eloped.
Leaf dressed trees are glowing after night.
As yet, I know not whether or not the weather is hot, but potential hovers evident.
Happens every time.
An automated weather change, as hours melt or thereby grow.
(C) Livvi

Orb of light rose in the east.
Jade blue sea sparkled.
Glistening at dawn.
Atmospheric scent of the sea.

Laid on the shoreline in relaxation.
A maiden.
Glimmering hair of gold.
Splayed as fan across the rocks.
Hair stroking the rock pools.
As she found her rest.
Where dwell her marine friends.

Relishing dawn's tranquility.
Magical moments.
Self-assured in their silence.

He staggered, bladdered.
Night on town complete.
Where beautiful lady he did meet.
Stumbled across her.
In drunken totter.

She felt his presence.
Was not required.
Breach of peace and quiet.
The powers that be then set her free.

He looked up again she was gone.
The beachfront carved with marks peculiar.
As the sea did give the maiden lure.
Seduced the mermaid, oh so pure.







By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Forever basking in eternal light?
If heaven exists, may I find it.
Not in any hurry.
A slow meander ,
Down the stream of life as it flows.
To figure out my direction.
Most extreme pleasure may be found.
One day eh!
Can be sensed in the joints of aching bones.
Of standing upright garden gnomes.
Standing guard over pond life.
Water boatmen skit the film.
They're making a movie.
Winter's subject maybe skating on ice.
Don't see them much in winter time.
Summer's theirs and also mine.
The night is creeping in.
Darkness catching up.
It's cold.
I am too.
The weather is changing.
Been all over the news.
Life on Earth is almost hell.
Throwing coins into a wishing well.
They don't come true.
Just leave me broke.
Fried eggs on toast, too skint for yolk.
Hell yes, I'm cold and tired.
Still writing, trying to joke.
Livvi

Off into the van.
A jolly holiday.
The sun is shining pleasantly.
Hi **, hi **.
It's off to market we go.
Wearing yellow wellies on a summer day.
Must be ****** hot.
Feet are probably a little pongy.
Turn to my mates in the back of the van.
Grin at them,
Ha ha.
Look at that stupid man.
Wellies in midsummer.
The farmer opened the back of the truck.
They're all set free.
Jamie and Hubert.
And of course me.
Ushered into the hotel reception.
A terrible pong.
Overheard the farmer say we're going for a song.
Everywhere a riotous flipping racket.
Hit on the head.
A bolt right out of the blue.
The rest of this poem is up to you.
(c)Livvi

Here,the world wakes.
Net veil of darkness lifting.
The ****** disguise of the new morning,as this fresh day's slowly revealed.
In a few moments, my world of peaceful silence breaks, brightness insults still drowsy eyes,as light rushes in a rapid blast.
An explosion of blue sky erupts, just hanging innocently in the atmosphere here.
Waiting to discover today.

There, darkness falls.
Sleep lands, yesterdays innocence, now corrupted.
Rest will repair in sleep and dreams will flood with images of maybe what's to come.
Now for you to sleep, me to work, enjoy what ever you do, for the this day may be your last!
(C) LIVVI

Beautiful roses,
They should be left 'pon the end of shrubs,
Bright red roses in cheap plastic  tubs.
Blessing the garden with living love.
The gardens ablaze,
a rainbow of colours alive.
The leaves on the roses are shiny and brown,
With hints of golden pleasure parks.
Rustic smiles of roses,
as they're bathing in the autumn sun.
The petals have fallen but still the naked plants bask.
The wine kisses with amnesia.
Let once was love be forgot.
(c) Livvi

I remember when July was the queen of the summer.
June prize peaches on the trees.
Pretty girl's wore bobby socks and gingham frocks.
August threw down heavy fruits.
Fruits of labour for the gardener who had to collect his tasty harvest.
Says to the missus, you know love.
This crop's one of the best.
Woman make me some pie said he, forget his manners, he did.
Arrogant sometimes you see.
First met he when she were a kid she did.
The garden sprawled with blackberries.
Knew there was a reason for those irksome brambles.
Came  from nowhere and strangled our land.

September bought with it falling leaves.
Still stood round in cotton sleeves.
Sat on a log surveying the sky.
Watching the bats dance in the embers of nearly yesterday.
Came to October we created a mound, a pile in the garden that was slightly round.
All the old ******* piled sky high.
Celebrations of the demise of old ***** Fawkes, clever ******, shame he got caught.
Spuds wrapped in blankets made out of foil, slung on the fire.
Had to be hooked with a ****** big fork.
You popped the cork on your bottle of bubbles,
Nearly took a bat out, you silly sad
Hint of excitement buzzes the air.
Presents and Santa,no need to be scared.
Hell, if I woke and caught him I swear I'd hit the roof.
Strangers in my bedroom,
Seriously  uncool.
Party popping banners fly.
Another year our love survived.
That was a shock.
January counting snowballs flying past.
The local children having a blast.
I hid indoors drinking coffee.
Nibbling like a toothy mouse on my Christmas left over toffee.
February and March.
Two months that are so mundane.
One just like the last one.
March gave me baby birds and flowers showing, they're not shy you know.
A garden full of rainbow.
Long past ** ** **.
April merely time of fools.
Warming up.
Time of bees and buttercups.
Mayday parades and hay days.
Looks like summer's simmering.
Morning sunshine shimmering.
(c) Livvi.

Flashes of silver darts.
Diminutive dancing.
Entrenched in youthful memories.
Mesmerizing the sea.
Seaside salty sailors.
Sand eels.
Summer seas.
Rock pools.
Summer fools.
Caught on the anglers line.
Reeled in, escorted on a day trip to the sea.
(c) Livvi

I am merely human and as such I cry.
I have emotional moments
As deep in mind I sigh.
I write a hundred poems which many never read.
Maybe, a world of recognition will follow when I'm dead .
(C) Livvi

Breathing shallowed.
Heartbeats slowed.
Halted in the real world.
Music rattles.
Goes tap tap.

Skeletal bones.
Boy.
They clap.
Perfect volume.
Rhythm in play.

Hells commotion.
Heels click.
Deviance in devotion.
Feet in motion.

Melted skin.
Viscera folded.
Expressionless motion.
Viscous stick.


Stuck entranced til relieved.
Midnight carriage it arrives.
Steals the dead.
Deceased stallion.
Bequeathed the role of soul collection.

In the dead of night.
Back to the graveyard after death's ball.
Take the skeletons home.
Sleep well.
One and all!



By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Deceased in thought.
Travesty of gross injustice.
He is still here, his heart survived.
He lives, he breathes with influence as a toxic worm.
Perhaps a vampire,draining life from dying souls, awaiting breaths last gasp.
Law of double effects, **** or cure?
Maybe just a mega- high.
Expressionless face.
Eyes sunken as if the tide has overtaken the sure.
The sure and certain resurrection to a better place.
Was desertion really your type-cast role?
Ready not to leave the Earth and all her pleasantries.
A soldier of misfortune reaching only for the moon.
(C) LIvvi

The flapping of the listeners ears.
Their meddling noses.
Careering through the undergrowth
Thick skinned and worthy of massive respect.
Their ears listen,
But sadly their eyes didn’t see.
The poachers passing by the Baobab tree.

The huge noble beasts.
No-one supposes.
That elephants ever forget.
That’s what the people say.
I guess they forgot the sound of the poachers’ guns.

And they’re probably not scared of mice either.
Mice are pretty nice as well.
© Livvi

What will it be like to be dead?
Brown bread.
Will I know it's happened?
Maybe,
Possibly,
I'll come across old friends.
Will I perhaps step straight onto a plain of emerald grass?
Festooned with flowers,
With one single solitary tree,
Standing there lonely,
lonely, but free.
Maybe standing tall and ancient.
Older than the distant trees seemingly endlessly to decorate the horizon.
Will they maybe strung out along a lonely avenue?
Might they happen to be strung with bright and ever blazing Christmas lights.
Will there be April showers?
To keep the flowers alive.

Or maybe,
A terrifying thought.
I could wake up in a room without a view.
Or even the very worse thing,
That could ever happen,
coming face to face again with you.
I wonder!
(c)Livvi

Hello dear hart.
O one with heavy head.
Find thy safety in the density of the flowering trees.
Stand secure by the stream as plentifully you sip the flowing waters, don't you slip
A hunter bow in arms, your scent not caught.
Long be you free to stand beside the stream upon the sand.
Hold your head high, remain silent.
How the hunter never saw you.
You will n'er know.
For today you're free to go.
(c) Livvi

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

Into your pocket you put your hand, drew your sword to battle cancer,
Jesus baby, you made such a stand for what you believe in,
Made such a stand, your eyes wide open, altruisitic to the last,
You life, it had no quantity, but hell, had so much quality, be it only for a moment in time,
You shall be written down in history books,
Let those who didn't know you, remember you with a bright smile,
Now, sweet fella.
At last peace meets you, you are flying free, blessed with angels wings!
(C) Livvi

Playing the advocate.
Always standing up for you.
Defense, maybe greater at winning the war.
Never,if ever the bodies be broken.
Will we ever skip and play again.
You and I rode broken trains.
Now there ain't no going back.
Your wheels walked my way, you in your chair.
You whistled at me.
I didn't care.
Stopped me fast in my tracks.
You stopped me from passing, by blocking the path.

The two of us,  initially just game for a laugh.
Not joking.
You bought me Choux buns, filled up with cream.
You were never what you seemed.
Sold me sweetness.
Summer suns and floppy hats.
Puffy pastries.
Rather tasty.
Teacups full of coffee.

Walking on beaches.
Sand on my heels.
It's stuck in my hair.
God only knows how the hell it got there.
Emotion laid open, by you and your name.
Initially you and I thought it was a game.
Things will never be the same.

Bare as a child, newborn and warm.
Soon to be colder, as she's getting older.
You must know how it feels.

You stole my sun.
Clasped it in between your hands.
Time herself, well she stole summer.
Turned it into winter.
Splinter movement.
Stuck right in.
Spurned by a lover who once was stranger.
An orchestra of storms and stress.
Riding left over driftwood.
Through this God awful mess.

Once we were strangers.
Then we were friends.
Dear once upon a time stranger,
You came along and rearranged me.
And so the story ends.
(c)Livvi MMCV

Stood before us dressed in black,
Tempting us to enter his domain,
The stench of death is choking,
Heat enhances vileness,
Reach to find a bowl of foul ***** lurking acrid in our throats,
Suffocated by the the essence of death impending,
Scaring us, scarring our hearts with vicious razors edge,
He waits to invite us in,
Ushering us to join him.

However,
I stand and fight,
From the black cloud I evolve,
My wish is an eternity of dignity, light and life,
It won't happen for death will catch us us all in terminus,
Life is mere transition from A to B,
In love with life,
At last, I am having a ruddy blast,
Long may it last,
For my time is not now!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

De'ath sat in the corner.
Toking on his pipe.
He wore a pair of carpet slippers.
Given to him by his wife.
His son came in from the store, he said "Dad you don't want to be smoking that ******* no more, it'll surely be the death of you."
De'ath said "no son of course, your right; without pipe tobacco the future is bright."
Mrs Death discarded his ifs and butts.
Okay, no butts, just bits of pipe dust.
Flakes of pipe tobacco scattered all around the room.
The mouthpiece of his pipe had been nibbled round the edges, he found it somewhat therapeutic.
Mrs De'ath said "Please dear, will you give your pipe to me, as a non-smoker you'll be able to breathe".
"Of course dear" said De'ath, as he took his last breath.
A little too late, today was his date.
His successor knocked ******* the door.
"Let me in, I'm ****** freezing".
Mrs De'ath opened the door, she told De'ath so many times before that she knew the score.
Smoking would surely be the death of him
Obviously, she knew best.
Clever Mrs De'ath.
(C) LIVVI

Deaths door opens.
Make sure you don't lock it, you may want break free if it's not suitable for purpose.

Crumpled piece of paper,
rolled down the sidewalk,
'neath the potted trees that cried.
The lights flashed atmospherically.
While the crazy crowd looked on.
She drowned within their phony tears,
The tears cried human nature,
just to be involved.

Rolled up like a cigarette,
Feeling very mellow,
Popped into the unmarked car.
How bizarre.
Went so fast,
Went so far.

A private reservation.
Dashed through red lights.
and near dead lights.
Down the boulevard of hell,
Woke in a chilled out room,
Not feeling very well.
Door shut tight,
Something doesn't feel right
The icy fridge engrossed her head.
She never realised she was dead!
(C) Livvi

As this year slows down to die.
End of the passing year.
She sits and thinks.
It falters and fades.
Becomes but a misty memory.
Will it be forgotten.
That she truly doubts.

Last year smashed her head in.
With a hammer of words
A year in love, which kept her so keen.
Was left as wreckage by one who was mean.

He was not mean.
Understood words but chose to ignore.
Sensibility screamed at her to give up.
While emotions yelled back not a chance.
We whisper words of nothing much.
Stars on a superficial chat show.
The girl and boy they must let go!
___________________­__

But,
There are pluses in place.
At the end of a year filled with disgrace and sorrow.
Made friends with her children after causing distress.
Maybe between them a brand new tomorrow.
She still goes to work.
In a world she don't like.
There's got to be more in this world.
This place where she's stranded.
Fed with waiting for things to occur.
Need to find without seeking.
Her own gold and myrrh.

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Pompeii stood proud near Naples.
Close to Herculaneum.
When in August of AD 79.
Volcano magnificent erupted.
Without nonchalance.
A buried city born.
Complete with frescoes of erotica.
Were subject to ancient censorship.

City modern with flowing water.
Trendy port.
Gymnasium.
Modernist by all accounts.
Population 20 000.
Mostly perished in brimstone's evacuation.
From the deepest depths of hell.
Suffocated nearly all.
Asphyxiated on vile fumes.

Eruption cataclysmic.
City buried far underground.
By written description.
'Tis believed that hell on earth unleashed.
The day following magical celebrations.
Worshiping Vulcanalia the Roman God of Fire.
Ironic tragedy procured.

Few survived the tragedy.
Those that did ran free
Anarchy, starvation.
Mainly petty larceny.
Landscape near destroyed.

Pliny the Younger wrote in a letter.
Vivid description of images seen as Pliny the Elder tried to rescue a few.
Felt perhaps had a duty to do.
Was admiral proud of the Roman fleet.
His life taken in forfeit as citizens from the ash world perished.

Pax Romana followed tragedy.
Dealt such a wicked card.
Embalmed in ash citizens lay.
Locked forever on the spot as they ran away!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The joy of death is courting you,
I pray that she can't catch you,
As pungent death stench surrounds you,
Fills your nostrils as they flare,
Remember this world is full of richness,
She  the lady poet,
Really dearly cares,

Wait until the time is right,
Lock deaths chains of mania,
Safely out of  sight and mind,
Amid the chaos that you find,
Clocks tick melancholic funeral dirge,
A beat of their own,
In a harmony of discordant sorrow,
Carried on the winds of change!
Livvi Kent 09/06/2013

Whispers at sunset.
Is it just ***?
It's a revolution.
Sofa surfing.
Eating toast.
Pulling back front room curtains.
Enlightening.

A revolution indeed.
Revolting.
Bed space.
Head lace.
Bed hair.
Who dares.
Caring less.
Red dress.
Chucked on the floor.
Stockings.
Suspenders.
Say no more.

Sociology lessons.
Violet moods.
Awful foods.
Sunrises daily.
A million folk existing.
Existing in bedsit land.
Government hand outs.
Signing forms to claim the dole.
Once a fortnight
Stuck in a hole.

Dining on mice that dash out of  holes.
Seeking slices of stale cold pizza.
Left on the side overnight.
Gasping for air.
Drowning in debt.
Living hard
Hard and fast.
Living too long.
In the zone of regret.
(c)Livvi MMXV

Bless me with your poetry.
Declare thy love is true.
In darkness and in violence.
He tries to make me blue.

Lectures I'm a tempest.
Lashing loud with callous tongue.
Cold and harsh.
Hell on Eath be wreaked.
In Heaven I think not.

I so much beg to differ.
So,
As putty.
My soft heart is all I've got.
Swung upon a yo-yo.
As child's toy.
Kept it on a rubber string.
Flying up and down.
In and out of Victoria.
Queen of London town.

Destroying not his temples.
Never in a million years.
Not to make him cry again.
Justifies my kindness.
Wipes away his sulky tears.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

A world of bitter-sweet memories, shut tight, locked in a tinder box.
Sadly never to re-ignite.
Planes and dragonflies sprung to mind.
As chatting to that man suited and booted in black.
An ebony heart and a pen that's the same.
Whose heart, though I wish, I can never stake claim.
He was a vampire, he drained my heart.
My body barely functions, now that we're apart.
But still I live, independent and fierce, wild and free.
The hold of lost love well, it still pursues me.
Sadly, just the sentiment, no more the he!
A tide that won't come in and  catch me.
As I swim against the tide.
(c) Livvi

The pungent smell of the delicatessen shop.
Smoked meat and garlic tinged the stillness of the silent store.
Townsfolk scurrying by in a mighty dash.
Nightly off to the supermarket, to buy their daily wares.
Remember that smell?
Times have changed a tad.
Italian odour fills the air.
Pastrami rolls dangle in the window.
Pots of plastic passion in fridge below the counter.
The proprietor nips out the back to have another smoke.
Smell the odour, a vacuum full of spices.
The deli fell out of flavour a while ago, but still I taste that smell.
(C) Livvi

Changing your mind.
Forgetting.
Unkind.
In hell.
You can't tell.
In a cell.
Coiled medusa.
Brain muddling.
Befuddled.
Consumed by long term thoughts.
"Hello, do I know you?"
Confused by short.
Dementia, ******* dementia.
Sadly snared.
Used to dance on wood tipped points.
For all the world to see.
Maybe play concerto's.
Remember the steps.
Recalling the notes.
Impresario on ivory.
Gliding of the pure white swan.
Fading recollections.
Just about gone.
Once beautiful body.
Beautiful mind.
Do you know what you've become?
Poor being.
Lovely lonely,
Long lost soul.
(c)LIVVI

Ashes of youth blow forlorn into the wind.
Adulthood, youth's personal Armageddon.
Crisis accomplices.
Apocalyptic horses.
Fiery manes.
Childhood's oblivion.
Never again,
Human condition hopes.
For should the wildest mustangs steal sensibility and recognition.
May shall be so woefully returned to infancy.
With hair of an air of serious grey.
Sodden underwear.
Memories lost.
Those of the long-term past may linger a while, pointing the gnarled finger labelled dementia,
Vaguely, but cruelly into the air.
Forgotten in moments.
The visiting wife.
She who provided such trouble and strife.
Not long ago was the love of your life.
Sporting a forbidden aura of just couldn't cares.
The one who was sadly no longer there.
(c)Livvi

He faced his demons.
The executioner grinned straight through him.
One huge flash, then he was gone!

Whole again.
The lady is entire.
Amazed by the skill of a fellow artist.
The art of  dentistry.
The morning crept in shakily.
She is a coward, the lady.
Petrified of dental work.
Dentist is a perfect ****.
It's what he does his field of work.
He, the dentist, a genius touch,
I bet he can't write a poem or line.
That position is mine.
For him, an exception maybe invoices.
A choice I made.
I'm glad I paid.
I made the most worthwhile choices.
It didn't hurt a bit.
I didn't feel a thing.
Thank you dentist, see you soon!
(c) Livvi

The caber, still decked in leaves, tossing wildly.
Fighting against the morning wind.
A house cracked up inside herself.
Creaks, it's fighting to stand strong.
Stood with pride in fortitude before the war began.
Know not if it can take much more.
Poor old house is getting sore.

The wind no longer whistles.
It sings a high pitched aria.
Wind today, so talented, it can even lift the sea.
It's brawn will knock whole walls down, should they not be fortified.
Dimunitive Dawlish.
A little town decimated by stormy wind and fiery rain, but that's for another story.
The English storms in all their glory.
(C) LIVVI

She's fertile in the desert heart,
An oasis in the heat,
The palms bow in her honour,
Her ripples travel gently,
Silver sunshine sparkles,
A mirage of fantasy.
Death became some who sought her out,
The unlucky victims of the desert,
Pyrexial desert dehydrates those looking for summer fun,
"Shush," can you hear them, those snorts of grumbling camels.
What a godsend,
That oasis in the burning sand!
It's really there,
You sink to your knees and drink!
(C) Livvi

Don't want to steal a being.
No desire to steal a soul.
Wishing not corruption.
Wanting world of joy.

Desiring true happiness.
To enter world at last.
Oh to tangle my feet in long grass as we dance.
Checkmate.
Game set and match.

Let the matches ignite hearts sparks.
Between two who match so much.
Seeking not forever.
Forever never comes.
Slow kindling.
Smouldering on a slow low lonely heat.

Hoping for tomorrow.
Tomorrow never ever comes.
Going to die trying.
Maybe die crying.
At least no fabrications.
No ****** stupid lying!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In a destiny of drivel,
Scraped shreds of darkened paint,
Dressed with nicotine from a saddened wall,
Peeled scraps of paper,
Tumbling to oblivion,
As they fall,
From a dirge of misery,
Screaming violently in violence felt,
An offense of soul,
Alive.....a spirit of indignity,
Sails the seven seas,
Travels anywhere he can to breach his misery,
In his heart,
No presence of delight,
Will not go down without screaming,
In full flight on waxen wings,
Dashing past the moon....
Love is given infinite,
From passions silver spoon.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Get out of my house she screamed,
wasn't at all a bit like it seemed,
behind him,
she slung his carrier bags,
an old sleeping bag,
and a bundle of rags,
after a row,
silly cow,
she said,
you're not welcome here.
was just a stupid row,
and she's not  really a silly cow.

That night,
the evening fell into disquiet,
the once loving moments had turned into a riot.
dragged his carriers behind him as he walked down the street,
tripping over his muddled up feet,

Night fell, so did he,
In much distress a bloodied mess,
landed on homeless spikes,
landed hard,
landed fast,
anchored to the spot,
poor sod,
not terribly long,
but that poor fellow,
well he punctured a lung,
A passing friend,
noticed his distress,
called the paramedics to come and assess,

Carted him off to the hospital,
the one that still had an A+E,
stuffed in a chest drain,
a little more pain,
and then,
along came the brief,
gave the company grief,

Received a big payout,
went home to the wife,
you remember the one,
who first gave him the strife.
(C) Livvi

There was a man in nowhere land who would not take hold of my hand.
I offered medication to ease his then condition.
I possessed more information than he could receive.
He was confused.
Was muddled up.
He declined the contents of my cup.

My hand contained a magic ***, to help sad fellow to forget.
Magic *** held Librium, to help him heal, relieve his pain.
He was in an awful place.
Paranoia hit his face.
He shook like a *** of bright red jelly.
His palms were wet.
His face was sweaty.
He trusted none.
No-one at all.
I felt for him.

"There for the grace of God go I",
I've never drunk.
Never will.

The calming effect of the paranoia relieving pill.

The last I saw of such sorry soul.
He was successfully climbing out of the hole.
I wish him luck for future health.
(C)LIVVI

DEVOLUTION

The yes's and no's are brewing a scrap,
Are Scotland and England becoming single?
Or will the two continue to mingle?
There's political bickering,
Arguing speakers,
all putting there point.
So will it be yes or will it be know,
Only a few brief days till we all know!
I can't throw in any opinions,
for, I have not got a clue.
Pray let the wonderful Scots folk,
decide what they're going to do.
I need to investigate the implications,
upon the division of one, maybe two great nations!
(C) Livvi