Frustration.
It's not a child's game.
Frustrated.
She's messed up inside.
Realisation that love is decried.

Swung from the sky on an elastic noose.
A scaffold of porcelain holds it *****.
She's ready to snap.
Her feelings are brittle.
She's ready to crack.
She wants to love him.
He can't love her back.

She swings on springs.
Adorned with legacy of heavy regret.
Dinner of dark chocolate warmed to the core,
Luscious delicious, but making her sore.
Desserts so just, just so not deserved.
Waited nearly a lifetime for one with such passion.

Like an old movie went clean out of fashion.
Once was a need to find a good reason.
The time is not right.
Love's not in season.
She hurt him.
We hurt him.
All womankind.
Fears all things will hurt him again and again.
This frustration bleeds and it's causing such pain!
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This is your final warning!
Got really scared when they said if you don't accept it, you'll lose it!
In a glowing shiny e-mail,  that screamed at me, you must accept.
Except, I didn't know how.
Tried once , twice, maybe thrice, could not accept their promises of honest riches.
Sons of *******, ****** pay pal.
Asked me to change my password a million times.
To log in tons of times!
Finally I did it, Eureka, payment of my royalties succeeds!
(c) Livvi

A day as hard as granite is.
It's breaking my teeth and it's hurting so bad.
My hair is almost ripped from roots.
Just to sate the need of all who matter, except for me.
She bore into my head like a banshee.
No volume control.
A conscience speared hard by shards of glass, they're sharp
My head is fed by nursing but fast I loose the plot.
(C) LIVVI

Initial day at uni.
Took a little stumble.
As down the road I rumbled.
World of study.
Well thought out.
Off my bike I tumbled.
Over the handlebars.
In front of the cars.
A not amusing somersault.
It really wasn’t funny.
My humerus, got broke
Not at all amusing,
Certainly no joke.
Not a funny bone to break.
University was no ball.

Off to uni.
Arm in cast.
In front of the others.
What a giggle.
Trainee nurse in pyjamas.
Battle of the one armed fly.
Impossibly undone!
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Pew, Pew, Barney, McGrew.
Trumpton's poor firemen are cyanotic blue.
Had to tackle a blaze at Windy's mill.
The local teens all held a rave.
Teenage gals and teenage boys with no regard,for flour and mills.
Wanted to manufacture wicked pills.
Chemistry sets and bunsen burners, thought they'd cook some rocking earners.
Boom, boom, bang the mill is exploding.
The mill's all full of smoke.
Firemen are trapped.
The kids are in a manic panic.
Theyall escape.
Teenage party people.
For heaven's sake.
Listens and learn, before you choke to death or burn.
The firemen they got rescued by their team commander,
His name was Lucky Lee.
In the fresh air the comical funny firemen breathed fresh air.
So glad to be free.
And the poetic woman will create poetic positivity.
The glass is full up with various optimistic stuff.
(c)Livvi

Take me not away on the wind and the rain.
Let only golden air infringe my skirts.
Catch me not , nor beat me with unholy wind alone.
Keep my lonely feet locked tight to the floor.
Until that wind can beat me no more.
Pray let my back be kissed only by sunshine.
Let the gale forces soon blow away the rain.

My sun,
Is it too soon to plead that once again you stand in majesty.
To fire fill my brain.
Hate the feel of sodden feet.
Can't bear the sound,
The chilling wind.
My ancient abode is cracked.
Can hear her walls a cracking.
It disturbs me as I try to think.


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This fat British fellow.
His much inflated ego, rolls across the grass masked ground.
Eternally on the level, never obese, just jolly rotund.
Always gets given a present, the noble order of the boot.
Out for rough and tumble, very thick skinned always full of hot air.
Jolly good sport, a **** good catch.
Goes up in a volley or down on the beach.
Amend his waist, change his shape, abuse him for rugger.
After the match, can be a right ***** ******.
Anyone for tennis, a game for two on the court.
Snooker or a maybe good game of pool,
Silly poet lady, she talks a load of *****,can't get enough of playing the fool.
(c) LIVVI

A spring coiled tight.
Taut as a snake with fangs held tight shut.
Twisted nations, playing at war,
War,as never seen before.
Chess is a game of war.
Kings.
Queens.
Bishops.
Knights.
Everyday people.
The warmongers pawns.
Religion features with dem bishops,
Even religion and power feature in the game of chess.
Who has the power?
In the real world.
Darker and heavier.
Descending skies are falling in.
Another war none will win.
Out of man's control.
Dominance.
Destruction.
Magniloquent chess?
(c)LIVVI

Mother nature's playing games.
She's making such a mess.
Was so shocked indeed to see, my journey home beat by a tree.
Fingers nipped by unfair air.
Trees so cold,they're naked, stripped clean by the breeze.
All around is really clean, bathed with acid rain.
She made a big announcement during day at work.
Spoke out  loud with voice so proud.
Ladies and gents it's "sunning".
Made a change from announcing, another dash of further rain.
Lasted two whole minutes, then came much more stress.
As rain came again, made a holy mess.
(c) LIVVI

While the world is crying,
I have just had a thought,
What if all the bombs were flour bombs,
perhaps the world could all eat well,
instead of starving,
the fighters could use paint-*****,
make their victims colourful,
have a game as well,
the only things that may be ruined,
would be their victims clothes,
families may stay intact,
if war were just a playful act,
I think it's not to be my friends,
it's really very sad,
I find it so hard to believe, that man is intrinsically bad,
Think I'm turning into Lennon,
Let's all give peace a chance!
(C) Livvi

An army of plastic fellows shelter from the pouring rain.
Hiding under shrubs and trees.
Guarding the garden insidiously.
They're on patrol again.
Sat by the pond, musing.
Nattering in their lingo gnome.
Unheard by ears of men.
They watch nature in balance.
Peeping at the trees.
Guarding their mothers security.
Mother Nature gives them trees, and grass and bumble bees.

Go out for a while, come back and smile.
They carried out with precision all the garden chores.
Come rain or shine, they live out doors.
Those gnomes took control of the garden their home.
They leave you a job, you come out with your mower.
They are a touch to small.
They can however, *** and ****.
When they're in your garden, they are, they sow the seeds.
They natter to each other in their own sweet dulcet tones.
After carrying out security.
They're still just garden gnomes!
(c) Livvi

SHORTS
What happened to old time lovers?
Are they all centipedes with arms too many and hands that stroll too far too much.
Mucky ducks with oily feathers, skin that's nearly tanned, skin thicker than chamois.
Better for cleaning cars and propping up bars, before shooting off drunk in their big flashy cars.
****
Walking past Winchester cathedral thinking of religion, strolls by the river and trolls that hang out under the bridge.
More hands than centipedes, much bigger teeth.
***
The sky is riddled with starlight.
The night is out of sight.
Behind eyelids and dustbin lids.
Irksome kids.
Chrysalides and ironic sides.
Dark room developments.
****
Sipping milkshakes in bars
Music beating.
People meeting some new, some old.
Being bold, golden nuggets of suggestions.
Interjections will be sipping in dripping music.
Via ears that swallowed a delicacy.
As delicate as the child who spoke the words..I love nanny Livvi, tickled me.
Unknown before, thank goodness it's Friday .
End of a chapter, new understanding begun.
(c) Livvi

Who can stop this thing called love?
When she's stuck firmly in the grip of winter's icy finger tips.
The seasons changing are not noticed.
The sky is nearly always black.
The sun shied away always.
Hiding behind the clouds.
The pearly droplets of perspiration are merely the tears of the insincere.
Wiped away on a handkerchief with a name embroidered on it.
***** old cotton rag.
Boiled in the laundry.
The stitching all became undone.
His sobriquet was love itself.
She's over him.
Heigh- ** she won.
(c) Livvi MMXV

What do you wish for?
When you focus on the sky,
When you look beyond the clouds,
When you've fallen through those clouds,
When you fought through darkness,
What is it you seek?
As morning nips out from night time,
When sparkling eyelids split,
What is it that you wish for?
An inner debate,
World peace,
Inner peace,
Love and money,
Music and dancing,
Pure catharsis,
Flowing from the nib of my pen,
Friendship is my greatest wish,
The greatest gift,
I can, but offer this.
This and nothing more.
(C) Livvi

My heart is glass, she's fractured,
Clear slithers set asunder,
Tiny shards of razors bite,
While dust blows through the storm,
My eyes are punctured via flying glass,
Particles send icy tears,
To scratch my scathing cheeks,
Ribbons ripped by fragments,
Of blown sand in cordate form,
A heart made out glass!
By ladylivvi1

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Sat in the sanctuary of prickly peace.
Pit of sweet slumber.
Scrutinising the rain as it paints ornate pictures on my window.
It's calling out.
Glass glimmering.
Pane quivering to the beat of the raindrops that pound.
Beating the window, before greeting the ground.
Bouncing and dancing as whirling ballerinas.
Facetted diamonds.
They're dripping from fronds.
Hanging from ferns.
The rain's falling fast in sparkling wet gemstones.
Having a blast.
Twisted on wind.
Winding and crashing.
Hear them calling clamorously,
Hail us all warm dry cab.
For soon they shall be melting.
(C) LIVVI

God Awful Row!

The night sky.
Illuminated bright, almost daylight at nine.
Restful feel hovers in the air.
Until the moment when Apollo arrived.
Delivered his prophecy.
Peace may reign the Earth again.
A lunatic smiles.
Grinning,
Who are you trying to kid.
Chuckling raucously.
The huntress arrives.
Diana chases Apollo through sky at night.
God and Goddess hitting the heavens.
Having a family spat.
About the state of planet Earth.
Diana being Artemis.
The sister of Apollo.
United they threw the lunatic back to Earth.
To cause chaos once again.
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The sinner's rocking heaven.
The gates have fallen wide.
Love and truth and honesty all left outside.
The angels play at football,
Beating drums not harps.
Their echoes heard through amplifiers all around the park.
God speaks words we seldom hear,
As she grabs the sinners by the ears.
She arranges the cracking vibe to flow,
Onwards through sullen skies.
She loathes the way that all is wrong,
Unjust, unfair,
She sits on a rosy pillow, toking on her ****.
She grins around her face,
Perhaps she thinks it's funny,
What the hell's gone wrong?
(C) LIVVI

The young lady sat with her head in her hands.
Sat on an old wooden block.
In the middle of the local park.
There was sat the spirit of the lady Boleyn.
(C) Livvi

In the beginning,
the week crept slowly,
minutes dragged,
nothing moved,
everything's stationary,
over the days the momentum increased,
the minutes moved faster,
as time off decreased.
now,
as tomorrow dawns,
my time off  is vanishing,
right before my eyes.
As the morning breaks tomorrow,
my annual leave all done.
This time in the morning,
a warning blast,
as I become one of  tomorrows people,
could think of better things to do,
but they don't pay the bills!
(C) Livvi

Breathing the night air,
Freshly cerise.
As if summer cherries creased abundantly throughout the sky before the eyes of the beauty they beheld.
Oh for summers' evenings so to shine.
Divine to dine on such sunset's delights.
Dining only with thine eyes.
Oh to dream of wonderful summer nights.
(c) Livvi

The heart weighs very heavy.
It occupies a cavity.
It's all because of the cussing and fussing.
With a dusting of morning snow.
They says it's just the rage of age.
Should she turn the passionate page?
Maybe tear it from the book of life.
Her heart still weighs super heavy.
It's precious metal.
Solid gold.
(C) LIVVI

GOLDFISH
I had a pair of goldfish,
Neither had a soul, maybe they did,
Spiritual fish possibly?
Aimlessly swimming around thei goldfish bowl.
Every day, day in, day out,
Poor flipping creatures,
They never get out!
If they were fed up, never would they shout.
Last week it seems, the golden chap he became deceased!
A glorious funeral was had by he, he had a final journey, travelling out to sea,
Yesterday his cell mate, the black chap had his last day.
He travelled out to see.
Darling sweetest goldfishes, got funerals they both deserved.
Military honour for brave goldfish.
The black one and the gold one too,
A ceremonial flushing by way of household loo.
One hundred deceased goldfish all standing on parade.
Together flowing through the sewer,
Good night sweet fishes,
Enjoy your journeys to the sea,
Escaped eternal confinement, from depths of goldfish tank.
Enjoy the ever after, ride the tide the two of you,
The water in the solent, probably not too blue.
(C) LIVVI

Perfection lives in a goldfish bowl.
Swimming in eternal lonely circles.
No bills.
No commitments.
What fun it has to be.
Guess The Boomtown Rats got it right
Maybe "The Fine Art of Surfacing" could be exciting.
(C) LIVVI

A last dance at sunset.
The sky falling in.
Blood moons, eclipses.
All ending too soon

Sleeping in bed.
Lonesome as ever.
Playing chasing games.
With the land of never,
Never ever.

Never know more.
Not ever lest, neither.
A bite out the sun.
World's a survivor.
The river's turned into blood.
Flowing.
Washed up on the muddy bank.

Vermilion, orange, turquoise bright blue.
This place is a mess and it's all about you.
You, who no longer exists.
A pain in a hear felt.
Missing a beat.
So sorely missed.
Gone forever.
Love in a mist.
(c)Livvi

The barbarism of the fisherman’s hook.
Baited breath the fisher fellows wait.
Bait to snare a shark or two.
Fins ripped of slung back into the sea.
Their brothers attack.
The wounded sharks seem to cry as they struggle to swim.
They’re dying.
They have no chances.
Fine creatures destroyed for nothing more than impure greed.
(C) Livvi

There he lay, snuggled only by a puddle of discomfort.
Held in impropriety, drowned in drink, not really drunk.
Chap without even a comely smile.
His lights are on, but there's nobody home.
Watching seconds, as they drift, finding meaning in minutes as they zoom past.
Wondering if his next breath is his last.
Struggling a last **** on his stale cigarette.
Gap between fingers two and three wrapped in toxic nicotine.
Burberry flat cap, left open at his right hand, fishing for coins as they pass.

Night falls again.
Tugs himself up, discarding his ****.
Brushes self off.
Third time this week he weren't moved on.
Nodded acknowledgement to passing old bill, as he wanders, towards home at the top of the hill.
(C) Livvi x 2014

Tears fell....
They say you sang Amazing Grace as you found eternity.
Goodbye.
Eyes open wide.
Rehabilitated sinners.
Sons and lovers.
Hoping you felt no pain.
Years of thinking time.
Repented at leisure.
Did the crime.
Did the time.
Staunchly viewed became abuse.
Free now.
Became legally supported ******.
Indonesian people, Indonesian President.
A plea to thee for clemency.
Unheard.
Too late.
Rest begrudgingly in peace.
(c) OLIVIA KENT MMCV
I disagree with drug smuggling, but,to keep these people incarcerated for so long before execution is barbaric.

And the sky is darkening at the end of the day.
The trees are swathed in ebony flowers.
The children are crying, they're breaking their hearts.
Their blood flows bright.
The last night of their mother as her eyes be shut tight.
Goodnight mama, sleep just right.
(c) Livvi

In the street some guy passed me holding a cross.
Do I care?
Hell no, guess it's my loss!

The morning entered gently.
Opened my eyes to breaking dawn.
Hopped in the shower.
Let another day for me be born.
A day at work.
Such fun.
Out to dance in morning sun!

I read some words some pleasantries.
Always do before I leave.
In my poem 'Obsession'
Stuck with pen.

I can be free.
Free to read his,He's free to read mine.
Because the gift of time allows me to read and write before work.
For me I am the crazy ****.
Have to read at least before descending into work.

Yes, I know I used the same word to end my line twice.
Lucky really, could be thrice!
Still too dozy.
Pretty unable to think enough.
As yet to change my words.
Still a little tired, but that's tough!
So let me leave with morning birds!
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Good Morning!


The angel of the morning rises.
Stroking against warm soft flesh.
A ripple of a quiver.
Standing tall.
A touch of tender power.
Taste the dream.
A shiver of naked emotion as one and one make two.
Warmth inside.
The bodies hot.
Entering a dream.
Volcanoes of a million lands,
All explode as one.
Breathe relax.
Ride the warming glow.
Whisper I love you.
Hold, touch drift to sleep and rise again.
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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

My eyes were given light cloud cover painted on bright blue,
Thought for just one moment that Da Vinci left his brushes there,
He'd painted alabaster stripes round bright morning sky, when in spirit form he'd danced,
Then I surveyed the sky again,
Realisation arose,
White paint brushes,
Looked more like rollers made of sheepskin in the sky,
In fluent streaks,
A flurry of excitement,as they painted morning sky,
They have cleared now entirely,
My morning sky's just blue,
There's not a cloud to spoil my view....
Guess it's time for barbeque !

Had to play silly at the end, Guess I'm daft as a brush! Whatever became of my profound poetic write! Livvi x

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The trees fight the whistling wind, strength is their resilience.
The windows scratched by wild man who dances in my garden.
Naked fingers,
Realms of weather.
The rain is lashing all that's bare.
Tossed and turned without a care.
The cold hath teeth no man can see.
The ebony of darkest shade it keeps it's prisoners trapped inside.
Whilst in the house the sneezes freed.
Mother moon is hiding fast behind her clouds, those ones be blast.
Past midnight.
Morning lost, out of sight.
Frightful Saturday night.
(c)LIVVI

Venom be spat from the tongue that blinds.
Twixt the lovers.
Whose hearts, no longer entwined.
Words tied and tangled.
Twisted and lost.
Love becomes mangled.
Crumbled to dust.

No words dare be spoken.
The lovers that were.
Invoked the monster of Lady Medusa.
Screeching siren.
Lady's on fire.
Don't dare put her out.

Her eyes surely saved for you.
Muted sounds.
Exploding fear.
Hearing her dear.
Utters last squeak.
Unable to speak.
Bit his own tongue.
As she turns him to stone.
With eyes that don't see.
(c)LIVVI








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Onto the glassy stage, she skips,
The spotlight falling on her face,
The disgraceful lady poet,
she left her words at home, not very nice
She thought maybe an ad-lib,
would perhaps suffice,
Her thinking cap on backwards,
Her words not very bright,
Developed a canny condition,
A.k.a. stage fright,
She turned to jelly on the stage,
The spotlights so contorting,
her visage of nervousness,
Her face and body melted.
She was under too much duress,
A puddle on her spoken stage,
Good heavens,
What a mess she left.
That poor lady of poetry.
(C) Livvi

Grandma, you have big teeth.
They hide behind a stunning smile.
You spill silly words that mean nothing at all.
Penning wild words that quote nothing but bull..
My soul is full up, but hereby I spill it.
A few more silly words.
I'm vomiting ****.
(C) LIVVI

Racehorses carrying......
Injured riders, dying horses
The shoot horses don't they.
The druid fell surprisingly.
All for the money.
Waiting for reports of any destruction.
Are these horses really having fun?
Roasting winner, he's unwell.
Toasted by the betters.
I'm glad I'm not jumping fences, falling trenches, breaking legs.
What's grand about the national?
If no horses get destroyed I will be shocked.
(c) Livvi

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

Death called from a distance.
Hear it echo more and more.
Offering little resistance.
Heartburn cripples souls so sore.

The bells they toll.
In hollow ears,
Inside a skull.
That's ringed with tears.

Listen hard, pray do hark.
Ears ringing noisily to internal calls.
The dogs of death they do so bark.
As each and every moment falls.

Around all the corners.
Doth live the lonely mourners.
(c)LIVVI

He stood in the darkness of the graveyard,waiting for his  time to come.
The cold night winds pierced his fragile skin burning as fire, such searing pain.
Time crept by so slowly.
He huddled his soul into his carpet bag, trying to keep life's warmth retained!
A travel bag packed with memorabilia from days well spent, was all that remained!
Daylight dawned.
Cheery bird song applauded his  over night efforts, now he was descending!
He was not gloomy, relief was upon him!
Morning had come at last!
Hid behind the stones ,the past laid markers.
He looked around, surveying the situation!
The widow woman, tears streaming stood beside the vacant hole.
She wandered vacantly into to the house of those holy, supported by those who cared !
Held upon strong shoulders high, he peered up into the sky.
It was his turn, his time had come.
No longer wandering through God's acre,
Casket lowered, six feet or more.
A single red rose did descend upon him.
He had known all along she'd be there.
Until death delivered him.
Escaped from cruel Mother Earth's Evils!
Rest in peace my friend!

Come let me love you.
Delve inside and out.
Let me touch your heart, in a way that no one ever could.
In the land of the lost I found you.
It was me that was lost not you.
Lost as an astronaut plowing the skies.
No idea where I'm going.
Vaguely clueless.
There is no map for my skies.
Gravity and the moon, there they do reside.
She's, the lady I see nightly.
A thorn in my side.
I find her image deep in your eyes.
A reflection that pulls my lonely torture, right back down to earth.
(C) Livvi