I'm fighting the breeze as it tousles' my hair.
My fingers are rapiers, they're cutting the cold
The wind carries lances and they're fighting back.
The glowing sun is icy.
Brightens up the morning sky.
Still so cold, I am ready to cry.
Inhaling the cold and my lungs feel like cracking.
Deceit fills the sun loaded skies.
The smart bite of frostbite, still waters my eyes.
Flowers, fancy flowers.
Annually sparkle the beds.
They're no longer sleeping.
Springtime's weak sunshine, gives them their life.
Naughty husband pinches a few to give to his wife.
The children know mother's day is on the way.
I remember stealing daffodils from the roadway outside my house.
To give to my mother when I was a mouse.
Could never steal flowers now.
It's a criminal offense.
They smile so very beautifully.
Behind a gilded fence.
(c) Livvi

Take your lilies.
Discard them.
Throw them in death's deepest bin.
Instead bring me roses.
Violently dressed in raging red.
Violent not in physical way.
In violence as in passions play.

Can't afford red roses?
Make me tissue ones.
Break to bits an  old coat hanger, with a pair of metal clippers.
Over which you must mould the form of petals.
Created out of tissue.
To ripple in the breeze.
Never again my darling will you bring me to my knees!
Tissue paper flowers will never make me sneeze.
But should they  maybe make me cry.
The floral tissues deconstructed could wipe my sodden eyes!
(C) LIVVI

Acidic Memories of Flying Free on LSD!
(FOR J,S, and N.S)!!
Miniscule piece of blotting dot,
Slices through my brain...
Swear I felt it sitting there,
Time and time again,
Stereo sound distorted,While wild mind cavorted,
Feeding much imagined images,
Mirages in a mist,
The light fantastic, it was stripped,
Brain enlightened as she tripped,
Is it night time?
Dark or Light time?
Haven't got a clue,
Free riding wild,
Runs as sparkly space pilot,
On the end of the bed,
Hell on earth,
I lost my head!
Was that funny micro-dot, purple, pink or blue,
Confused in a bedroom,
Where the hell is the door?
Couldn't escape, till toxic fit left..
After too many hours,
Shut my eyes,
Tried to sleep,
Not a chance in hell,
My mind flew well,
Trippping on flashes of dots and of dashes,
Colours of rainbows,
Flew through my head,
So much more so when I needed my bed !
CopyrightLivvi Kent 30/04/2013

Lost so much,
She has so much to fear,
She sat in her room,
She's drowning in beer,
A means of escape,
From the harsh conditions of mortality,
She needs to take her a little trip,
Over the far away sky,
To ensure she doesn't drown,
On missions of unquestionable love
Her heart he ripped to silver threads,
The strands all made of silver foil,
As you wrap round your turkey,
For thanksgiving day,
What has she got?
Got to be thankful for today?
Okay, she has health, and a little wealth and a family to contort and distort,
Other than that she's not got a thing
Her heart's trussed up in a paperback knot,
All ******* with silly string!
(C) Livvi

Feeling sorry for myself,
A little bit of me dies.
When I check my name and a followers left.
Broken hearted.
Left bereft.
Can't bear it,
Sad tho I may be,
God knows I care x
(C)LIVVI

Once he was an opal.
A talisman of written word.
He was so unlucky.
As opals shine in white.
A slice of alabaster.
Once upon a time, you were her lover and her master.
A master blaster.
A prodigy.
A study.
Twisted with disaster.
A master of complete deceit.
Treading hot coals with naked feet.
Fine art.
Kind heart.
Confusion wore her merits.
Painted down air force blue sleeves.
As a pair of sergeants stripes.
Inside a chamber filled with thieves.
Left behind so many wives.
Not wives really.
Lady loves, who loved him dearly.
The attraction to his disciples.
Wonderful smiles.
Turned perfection.
Worldly wiles.
A coyote.
Scavenger of distant souls.
Disinterested in reaching goals.
Howls and cries, tear filled eyes.
Emptying into old tin buckets.
Kicked over with the left foot,
Cleaned up with the right hand.
The wedding band from her left finger followed suite.
Bye bye lover.
The order of the boot.
(c)LIVVI

Scenes from a marriage.
A bright purple carriage.
The scarlet of love.
It's wearing a ring.
It's shiny and sparkly.
Remarkably yours.
Well that was the engagement.
Announcement of intention.
Wedding band of old cold gold.
Slid on your finger.
Attention to linger.
Until the milk turned sour.

You were going down on someone else.
Cheers my darling.
Here and now.
Bless you sir.
She drank to your health.

Deep scratches dragged across your face.
Etched deep.
Scarred.
Man, you were a total disgrace.
She intended to stay.
Until the end of time.
She guesses.
Maybe, you drove her out of her mind.
Recovered.
Got out the solder.
She's bolder now.
She's now skilled, at being chilled.
You drowned in your own ***** mess.
Long may you wallow.
You sallow beast.
Long may you swallow.
(C)Livvi

Feelings fading fast.
I get the feeling we're done.
Put off visiting.
Do you never want to meet my gaze again?
My sweet I'll let you go.
Little choice I fear.
Truly darling,
I love you.
You have nothing to fear.
Don't want to break  your heart.
To breach your soul.

I thought as two we had it made.
Don't know why you're so afraid.
Not going invade your space.
Feel that if you see my face.
A deluge of flooded feelings.
Left  for now will blow you away again.
Not going to steal the poets drive.
Like you she makes me feel alive.

What we had was something else.
We made love vows under the oak.
Vows that mattered to heart and soul.
The two of us as one.
Mattered to you too.
I'm sure they did.
Without you in my life I'm poor.
I guess it's never again.
I'm not stealing your life away.
I have enough of my own.
I'm in pieces.
I know I shouldn't be.

Wanted you.
I know you really wanted me.
You never really admitted.
Although perfectly we fitted.
Suited and booted two of a kind.
Both stuck in the same state of mind.

I battled to the end.
Now I beat a full retreat.

Livvi Kent 24/09/2013.

They come in their droves, hundreds everyday,
Grinning as ***** cats, chattering, aching, moaning,
Some they just grumble and mumble, with tempers exploding,
Complaining of parking, fed up with waiting,
What are you doing here Sir?
Sort yourself out,
Pick up thy bed and walk,
I can't he says with tears in his eyes, it hurts too much.
Come and visit us, get stabbed in the nicest possible way,
Perhaps, just perhaps, being needled will help to take your pain away,
Round the department, full of smiles,
Smiling nurses, smiling docs, moaning nurses, moaning docs,
We love them all, the sore patients, the chirpy ones.
The rough diamonds, the posh ones too,
Some go and shoot their mouths loud, about the service, they had got.
Most are grateful, some are not!
(C) Livvi

The princess sings staccato,
as staggers on her heels,
she feels,
she stops and starts,
as she breaks hearts,
she breaks theirs,
the porcelain ones,
edged with gold,
not guilt,
she stops abruptly,
swirling round on cotton reels,
loaded with elastic,
she tumbles from stiletto heels,
elastic,
it always bounces back!
this princess is perfect,
priceless,
she is the box of pleasant dreams,
you still hang on,
waiting to meet her,
long may you wait.
how does for forever sound?
(C) Livvi

You slice yourself to make you bleed.
To **** emotions, set you free.
Veins flow, pain recedes.
In crimson stains you suffocate.
Just enough not to seal your fate.
You rip away to make you bleed to **** your feelings.
Make them numb.
It feels so good when it acts as a leech.
A gentle tear, a mark left there.
Pierce a portion, maybe a lip.
Feels so ******' free.
Whenever you scar, it releases such pain.
For a moment or two,
How do I know?
I used to be you.
Have scars and scratches on my wrists.
Medals from self-abuse.
Those marks are very small, once they let free my pain.
Now I'm fifty, life is sort of settled.
Me, I'll never ever slash again.
(c) Livvi

Tiny blue flowers that spread like wild fire.
Self propagating they truly are.
Trust in me.
When in your wild garden frontage they appear.
Always hold me dear.
No fear.
Vagrant angel.
Fear not to ever tread.
Destroy not the images I left painted in your head.
Whenever those images enters your eyes.
You shall ever remember me.
And ever want me more.
In a subtle heart beat you will remember.
Your sparkling angel.
Filigree wings bonded.
Tied tight until released until you set me free.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Church has a strange allure.
A fishing rod thrown out to capture the impure.
Pure of heart are welcomed in with holy words presented.
Opportunities for absolution of sin.
With singing and dancing and praising the lord.
With hymns and psalms,
The finest spoken word.
Words of vicars, priests and pastors.
Preaching good God's love and laughter.
Time on Earth be heaven sent.
Much too brief, life's only lent.
Sinners,brothers and sisters.
Hold your hands up high.
Repent at night before you sleep.
Guard your soul so safety keep.
(c)Livvi MMCV

The mother of all oxo cubes.
Family trials and tribulations.
Queen of British t.v.
Between the programs, she would slip.
Sons at college.
And daughter's love issues.
Always there with good food and tissues.
Succumbed to the big bad "C".
Bowel cancer.
So in this poem entirely dedicated to this cool lady, I hereby leave a message.
If your body is playing up.
If your number twos flow out as water would, for more than a week or two,
Tell your medic about your flowing issue.
If you notice blood running through your it too.
May just be in the toilet pan.
Any persistent lower abdominal pain, my advice is please to do the same.
Go see your doctor as soon as you can.
This big "C" is fairly common.
Bowel cancer is treatable.
If you catch it in good time.
Linda Bellingham.
Rest In Peace.
So sorry you couldn't keep your real family's Christmas date.
Sleep well.
(C) Livvi

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

Champagne and cup cakes.
A Cornish beach with rippling swell.
Love be cultured as a precious pearl.
Where love be found with special girl.

Projects full of rich intention.
Health.
Wealth.
Happiness.

The air is filled with childhood squeals.
Summer flicks on the crown of her hair.

Children ride horses with the sea on their heels.

History steeped at the top of the hill.
Empty mines.
Cleared of tin.
In the county, where Poldark first made his mark.
Country delight?
Nah.
A county in England.
Better not tell the Cornish man.
Kernow man's birthright.
The sovereign state of Cornwall.
Not all of the Cornish men have seven wives.
Nor do they live in the land of St Ives.
One wife is enough for most.

Your spirit in Southampton, now merely a ghost.
(c) Livvi
Good luck.

Mother,
It is today,
today is the day,
that I sit and wipe my sorrow,
upon my wet shirt sleeves,

I lost you one year ago,
Somehow,
It snatched you away from me.

Mother,
you left me,
once, you were beauty personified,
well in my eyes you were,
but, a vicious monster damaged you,
you never saw it coming,
you never saw it's sword of destruction,
it killed you in the end,

Oh mio dolce mummia,
I miss you,
And tonight,
as I cry for your lost soul,
lost in your chalice of wine,
I know you are not here with me,
but, in my heart you are still mine,
sarete sempre

Mummia,
** ancora manchi, nel mio cuore sarà sempre
Spero che tu stai dormendo bene

(C) Livvi

Mother,
It is today,
today is the day,
that I sit and wipe my sorrow,
upon my wet shirt sleeves,

I lost you one year ago,
Somehow,
It snatched you away from me.

Mother,
you left me,
once, you were beauty personified,
well in my eyes you were,
but, a vicious monster damaged you,
you never saw it coming,
you never saw it's sword of destruction,
it killed you in the end,

Oh mio dolce mummia,
I miss you,
And tonight,
as I cry for your lost soul,
lost in your chalice of wine,
I know you are not here with me,
but, in my heart you are still mine,
sarete sempre

Mummia,
** ancora manchi, nel mio cuore sarà sempre
Spero che tu stai dormendo bene

(C) Livvi

Paris in the springtime.
Dark winter in the land of fall.
Of guns and bombs.
Machines that ****, at will.
Whose will it is?
Is what we finding ourselves asking?
As human beings.
We implore the end to evil deeds.
Evils preceding war.
God bless the lost,
God bless the lonely.
If only he would.
Paris must survive.
Joie d'vivre.
(c)LIVVI

A solitary orchid bloomed.

Just one blossom in this arid land,
Once,
once I thought I'd found you,
but, my words fall on deaf ears,
I see you in the distance,
But you are never near.

In this the land of starry nights,
my impression is that you're out of sight,
what once was ours made me complete,
now, I cannot feel you,
I can only sense you,
while, all you do,
is creep further away from me.

Sweet lady,
I want no freedom.
(C) Livvi

Bought gloves a couple of weeks ago.
So glad I did,
The predictor of weather forecasting ice cold winter winds, along with bright white snow.
If it falls overnight, it shall lay pure as a ****** till it enters our sight.
One step at a time.
Shining glory, at first impression.
Then, an hour or two, post the impact of shoe.
Will present as mud and slushy muck.
Ice, unkind ice will cause feet to slip.
Hopefully, not on a striking doctors day when old people break their hips.
Doctors have to make their point, their hours are long.
Glad I'm not one!
(c)LIVVI

The fabric owl.
Eyes wide open.
Deep in thought.
He really ought to do something to escape.
He's rather old.
Doesn't want to be caught.
Not up to flying away.
Can't anyway.
His wings are stitched.
Ginger mate sat next to him.
Eyeing him up.
He's thinking.
The moggy that is.
He supposed to chase birds.
Isn't he?
Who's going to make the first move?
Old fabric owl.
Her bedside company, since childhood.
When days weren't stressful.
Always good.
Vicki's loyal confidante
Around longer than Ginger Tomas.
Tomas looks and thinks and thinks some more.
Thinking that Mortimer, the owl that is.
Must be very bored never moves a muscle.
Doesn't go anywhere, ever.
Tomas wants to play.
Mortimer, well he's not up for it today.
Just wants to sleep some more.
Listen very closely.
You may even hear him snore.
(c) Livvi

I loathe him.
He made me stressed.
Hell, how he made me cry.
That man, he made my flesh creep.
Oh how he made me weep.
Made my pure heart break clean in two.
Oh my goodness what did he do?
He crippled my legs.
While still I walked.
Severed my tongue.
So I could not talk.
I had a bucket full of love to give.
It was all his.
Just once it overflowed.
It got kicked over.
That bucket did.
My metaphorical bucket.
Became somewhat buckled.
I’m looking forward, now I chuckle.
©Livvi

For You!

You are a shadow of your former self,
Intransigent intrinsically,
Distressed,
Depressed by love herself,

Lifting love to heaven,
Encased in feather-down,
In violet ultra violent storms denial,
Out of anger,
Rage erupted,

Stripped,
Lain bare,
Care apparent from heir apparent,
Inherent,
For my Lord of Poetry,
From Loving Lady Poetry!

COPYRIGHT Livvi Kent 05/06/2013.

I'm in love with you.
You can't smell it.
You can't feel it, as I'm not there.
You could if I were.
I know you concur.
Kissing me is out of bounds.
Silence between us.
Most of the time.
Only the sounds of hearts beating in time from a distance.
We know each other are there.
Stroking your hair.
I recall laying with my head resting on your chest.
My arm cradling you as we slept.
The light of the morning arose.
So did you.
We kissed goodbye, awkwardly and then I left.
(c) Livvi

If there is a heaven, may Stephen Sutton and Maya Angelou meet and greet each other,give their support to each other in their new venture.

In England, we cheer, as we wave good bye to you Stephen,  with thumbs up and ribbons folded in yellow,
Stephen, you died far too young and gave so much, an inspiration to  life itself, you wholly earned my respect,

Maya, you gave so much, in inspirational words of injustice,
You taught me think, you taught me to feel,
I taught me to write,
but you and your life were my inspiration.

May they together meet the two young victims of **** and ****** in darkest India,
The two young ladies, hung from a tree, destroyed entirely,so young,
had no life,  it's so unfair, life is cruel, so very cruel.
Your parents they cry, there are no ribbons, but still, we bid you goodbye.
May you all rest in peace.
(C) Livvi

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

There is river that we drift upon.
Keep thinking we're making it, but then we drown.
You're full of sorrow and I'm full of bubble.
All we seem to feed  upon is each other.
We thrive upon wonderful music taste and litle bits of trouble.
I'm trying to reach you.
And still I float.
Riding the waves on a rackety boat.

You need to know I love you.
I know you love me too.
I'm  there to support you.
Together so long.

We can't do right for doing wrong.
Waking up with you is precious.
Sleeping with you,
Well it's just the best.
Lets fight to survive
We're both still alive.
I'm there for you and you are for me.
Frankie.
I don't wanna be free.
(C) LIVVI MMXV

I am human.
Such a sad state of affairs.
Where in the world of dawning spring, the cuckoo calls and no-one cares.
Or maybe chooses not to hear.
Last year's bulbs are struggling out.
Seeking freedom.
Kingdom come.
Listen really closely, you may hear them shouting.

Death is tragedy in satirical French magazines.
Ice cold death, in local stores.
Offices and dodgy precipices.
Now in superlative support, the whole world screamed.
Praises be.
Four million people truly free.
Vive la France !
(c) Livvi

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



© 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

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.

Scrawny figures.
Skeletal in stature.
Starved of dignity.
Dressed in hanging skin.
Crippled by cruelty.

Terrified desperate fingers clutch the wire fence.
Begging for release from hell.
A convoy of sorrow are led to their demise.
Cruel release unanticipated.
The smell lingered heavy in the dark air.
A collection of souls in need of cleansing.
Needed physical cleansing not.
Perhaps mental release reached.
Sought out by tragic hands.
The shower blocks looked inviting.
Almost appetizing.
To wash away the stench of death.
Wholeheartedly inviting.
Filed in horrendously.

The furnace burning hot.
Waiting for another lot.
Let the horrors of the concentration camp not be forgot.
Never ever!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Superstition shouts.
Ladies and gents
It's the thirteenth, a Friday.

All better run and hide away.
Certainly, don't duck under ladders.

Today,
No way.

It's quarter to ten and I'm wasted.
Stranded in a chocolate dream.

Stuck in a sticky situation.
Where dreams have melted into goo.
Okay I kinda fell asleep.

I'm sweet and I'm sticky.
Not very pretty.

I digress,
It's just gone quarter to ten.

Sitting here feeling a bit of a mess.
End of the day.

End of the stress.
Where the hair of the dog brings only distress.

At the end of that day.
A day with no changes.

Where work went on as normal.
Scrawled over the pages.

Another day gone in sweet history.
This Friday 13th, contained no mystery.

Just another dollar, another day.
Spent today earning my pay.

Where patients came and patience left.
Here am I sat still feeling bereft.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Weird.
Queer.
Odd.
Poofy.
Friendly.
Lovely.
Gay.
No more weird,
queer,
odd,
or zany than yours truly.
Little me!
(C) LIVVI

Friends are inextricable.
Linked together in unison.
Spoken voices and notable music.
Dressed in vivid colours.
Outstanding,
Stunning,
Shocking at times.
Indomitable,
Indubitable.
And family are eternal.
Harmony and balance.
Livvi x

In a doctrine of compassion.
My great heart was ended.
Golden soul on a flaxen hair.
My soul.
Myself defended!

Friends of such importance.
Should not go on defence.
Anger bit like demon seed.
She now sits on the fence.
And hand of truth extended.

Contact needs resumption.
Well said from you my friend.
Without such rash presumption.
Presumption was destructive.
Caused a drowning pool.

The fiery tongues did lash.
Between us two..hell on earth a mighty clash.
Two pens determined to ****.
No malice aforethought.
Never ever will!
I forgive thee as thee forgave me.


Thank you for your poem.
My friend.
Always to be!
Dear friend!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Mad as a box of frogs they say.
Strange expression, so I say.
Women kiss frogs who turn into princes.
Princesses in fairy tales are always beautiful, princes handsome.
This princess only meets toads and all of them *****.
On a more serious matter, frogs come from tadpoles in springtime ponds.
So how is it that,witches turn princely chaps into ugly toads.
Must be using a wobbly wand.
So,what becomes of tadpoles, carnivorous creatures stuck in bubbles filled with slime.
All spawn of royalty?
Awaiting princesses?
Prepped by witches perhaps.
Crone stirring frogspawn in a ******* floppy hat.
Question is,
Are princes made for lovely ladies created by the hag ?
Tell me do I really need to kiss a frog?
Kissed one or two.
To no avail.
****** witches.
****** frogs!
(C) LIVVI

Bit of silliness








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I am the love that longs to hold you,
I am the love to kiss you inside,
I am the love to hold your hand, while on the terror world you ride,
I am the love to feed your fire,
I am the sweet love to thrill your desire,
I am your lady dressed in black,
I am the one to keep you warm,
While nights are cold and the world is dark,
I am the one to soothe your brow,
I am the only child in time,
Who finds a place in plenty of rhymes,
I am one of several, who give you a reason,
To ride this harsh world through many seasons,
A reason for living,
A reason for giving,
For sharing and caring,
When tomorrow comes I can smile again,
Your touch will bless me and take away pain,
For in your arms I shall remain.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Home page HP, bombarded with messages from Muslims and India....all loaded with phone numbers....don't know what's going on!
Scam?
No problem with Muslims or India, just wondering what's happening  x

In a fantasy garden bright,
Swathed with emerald fires shine,
Red,white and blue with cobalt's hue,
Laying peaceful while sleep protects a blistered soul,
Charred by memories treason's,
Bathed now,
Soothed,
Languishing in realms of rest,
Escape from realities domain,
Sit, relax,
Listen as she recounts a tragedy of fractured pain,
Captured pain on fragile tongue,
Wash the pain away,
When tragedies past,
A sacred sweet elixir!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Cutting it.
Break a heart in two.
Tangled string of tragedy in a world untrue.
Let the rain slash in ice diamond daggers.
Cursed the face of time.

Sons of Adam vanish.
Out love's true mind.
Daughter's of Eve.
Danced tarnished by once destructive moonshine.
Laughing, crying.
Introverted.

Imagine not why the cards predicted,
Stars predicted.
Time immortal.
Bridging time.
Rhythmic beat swings.
The blades lash.
Slice cool air.

Icy slivers.
Silver glint catches the eye.
Green eye of the storm.
Insular.
Caught in emotion's drizzles.
Connections severed.
In violent tears.
Ragged remnants of many years.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Darling was a fruit cake,
soft,
moist,
sweet,
always very fruity,
crunchy,
Demerera sprinkled on the top,

sat on the lawn,
had a picnic,
my darling fruitcake,
oh my beautiful fruitcake,
I left my fruitcake,
on a plate edged,
with gilt,

All of a sudden,
awe,
shock,
and horror,
all of a sudden,
a weird bird came,
she pecked away my lover,
she stole his eyes,
he could not see,
she fancied him as her ****,
that bird!
(C) Livvi