When Neil Diamond wrote Hot August Night.
My god that chap was right.
In my bed I almost drown.
Love the weather.
Must cool down.
Swamped by sweats of night time kind.
Think I'm going outta my mind.
Come November being a Brit
When the weather cools down,
I'll whine about it.
I'll moan and groan like a sorrow filled mare.
When raindrops and icicles enter my hair.
Then I'll beg for summer sun.
One day when the rains fall I'll beg for summer sun.
Typical English chick.
(c)LIVVI

How do I write a love song,
When I look into dark eyes,
Eyes filled with sorrow's marks,
When I look into those eyes,
Missing fire's sparks,

How can we dance a tango,
When we're dancing all alone,
How can we have a party,
When we're always on our own,
How can I hold you,
When we're so far apart,

How can we do darkness,
When I'm pure and truly light,
Darkness I paint better,When I'm miserable as sin,
Darkness you paint wonderfully,
It's running through your skin

Superficial bubbles,
Fizz of pink champagne,
Punctured with a safety pin,
Time to trip and skip,
To sit in long grass,
Dreaming for hours,
Courted, clouds unreachable,
Seen the stars,
Stretched up reached  them,
To feed them to your eyes,
To make you smile again!

By ladylivvi1

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Slaughtered, ripped to shreds.
A reputation repudiated.
Torn apart?
A broken heart?
In full flight, ditched the *****?
In the realms of speculation.
Plastered by the media, I fear.
Immobile in hunting,the weather changed.
The pieces perished submerge beneath those foreign seas.
And the media state the pilot rode the line of suicide, without the evidence.
Not found a body of truth, nor a box of tricks!
(C)Livvi

How in hell does a child lay dead in bed for twenty one months?
A question that many asked.
Starved to death by mother so cruel.
For over a year.
Was left dead.
Four years old.
Dressed in six month baby clothes.
In eternal sleep.

Could you imagine the smell and the flies.
Cruel mother with concoction of lies.
Alcohol took precedence over her family.
Eight children.
Left in a neglect of disrespect.
Mother threatens sibling that others will all die.
By her hand.
Horrendous indeed!
In a home of squalid life.

Fifteen years in jail.
Nowhere near enough.
The judicial system not tough.
I too am a mother.
Was never very good.
Could not behave like that.
I know I never could.
Not very tidy.
I am a messy *****.
No way on this planet.
Could I ever be a wicked witch.

Poor child.
Rest In Peace!
By ladylivvi1

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Enter the room firstly.
Wearing **** or maybe somewhat silly clothes.
Stagger onto the stage.
Await your introduction.
Grab the mic and smile cutely.
Start to spill your wordy thrill.
Banter with your audience....
Never do the same poem, anymore than twice.
If you get a negative response,which you do now and then.
Wait till next week and do it all again.
(C) Livvi

Crouching over bubbling cauldron,
Laced with essence of dark arts,
Dark arts of untrue lovers lies,
Kissing once fake lips,
For I do not despise,
For I now realise that his lips never lied,
'Tis not him,
Nor is it me,
Never denied!
Ferocity of dreams appeal,

Cauldron spilled in sulphurs stench,
Essentially clears,
When,She as metamorphosis,
Dressed in sweetness' scented hazy mist,
Provoked a vicious love spell,
To trap him in her power filled world,
A world of wishing wells,
Revealed, the effect of her luscious sorcery upon his sweet black heart!
By ladylivvi1

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I am just the messenger,
I carry with me parchment scrolls,
I bring them from my empire,
my empire of the sun,
delivered from dominions,
far out,
somewhere from far reaching skies.
My name is Bertha,
I come in peace,
I swallow nothing,
nothing that I'm told,
For I am not gullible,
I seek what I am searching for,
despite what you've been told,
I believe no unlawful utterances,
unless I can find some proof.
I am a member of those folk,
who suffer the human condition.
I suffer fools not gladly,
but, I sure meet one or two!
(C) Olivia

Pain of such hunger.
Craving with wild desire.
Crying desperately with clowns tears.
Smudged make-up blacks the eyes of needy lovers.
The lovers crumble.
A tangled heap upon the deck.
The waves flip out on the crazy ship.
Their dreams thrill.
Laughter floods the images.
The image of such hunger filled.
Hunger so cruel must be satisfied.
Chastity must be relinquished.
She hunts.
As the hunger for passion slowly eats her alive.
(C) Livvi

In every wilderness be life.
Washed with gorse and heather's touch.
Hiding 'neath scratchy patches.
Avoiding winter's vile chill.
Mini-beasts of winter feast,
They're fighting for survival.
Wilderness living.
A bird flies high,
Scaling from the firmament with  sharp open eyes.
Very keen.
The poorly concealed creature dies.
(C) LIVVI

He looks into a dictionary.
He reads it everyday.
Nibbles it for breakfast,
Gives him indigestion.
He ingests the contents.
He puts together a crossword.
Finding words that fit perfectly.
Describing a scene aptly.
With no paint and no camera.
Sometimes his words give him flatulence.
And his words blow you away.
(C) LIVVI

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)

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

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

His heart bleeds,
there's a tiny hole in it,
she drilled it,
she stole his whole away,
she stole his all,
as he  had stolen hers,
with a crystal bit she twisted it,
it sparkled in the streetlight,
she could smell the burning at every the twist of the bit,
like hair burning,
as the bit took on the role of diathermy,
she didn't make a mess,
it was cold outside,
inside his errant heart just dripped,
feeling the heat,
but,
silently internally,
her one true love died.
(C) Livvi

Sorry I posted this twice accidentally!

Hymn!

Watching his playtime,
His fun's hot,
On fire,
Blazing,
Voracious, hungry,
Slides silk tongue into hearts while dancing,
Prancing on screens monopoly,
Only stage on which he plays,
Dancing in mind as he spins his yarn,
Distinguished,
Feeds fire with fire,
Fire on which the ladies dance,
Struts on stiletto heels,
Sharp and rapid,
Maybe rabid!
Toxic treats mistreated,
He has an honours' degree!
In misdemeanour's fun,
In trussing hearts embalmed!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Watching his playtime,
His fun's hot,
On fire,
Blazing,
Voracious, hungry,
Slides silk tongue into hearts while dancing,
Prancing on screens monopoly,
Only stage on which he plays,
Dancing in mind as he spins his yarn,
Distinguished,
Feeds fire with fire,
Fire on which the ladies dance,
Struts on stiletto heels,
Sharp and rapid,
Maybe rabid!
Toxic treats mistreated,
He has an honours' degree!
In misdemeanour's fun,
In trussing hearts embalmed!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I am cold as iced china.
I am hard as nails attached to a tiger.
I am flowing, like the mane of a dark bay horse.
I am a symphony.
I am an orchestra playing on my own.
I am a river, because I love the sea.
I am drawn into a portrait, enigmatic as the Mona Lisa
I am a play,maybe on words.
I am a well spun pun.
I am the queen of eccentricity.
Well, what do you think I am?
(C) LIVVI

In the library of life I sit,
In between the pages of a torn old romantic novel,
tea stained and tarnished.
Or possibly in between the pages of the heavy reference book,
you know,
the one that has to live in the library,
too heavy to take home,
Consider that there may be supporting evidence,
for leaving me in situ,
in a curious sort of way,
that maybe instead,
I'm hid, far inside a shiny brand new poetry book,
arguing with the poet, as my words are different to his or hers,
I could even be a missive, full of suggestion, creased between the leaves,
of a crisp new paperback,
If I'm feeling cynical, I may hide in a bible, deep in the bibliotheque!
(C) Livvi

I Built Love
Posted by Olivia Kent on April 1, 2013 at 5:37pm
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I built a house of matchsticks, dry tinder from the wood,
The wind she whistled round my ears, this house she understood,
She was weak, however; insipid,
The rain had got into her, just to taunt her brain,
Her fibres rotten to the core!
She really , really could not take this burning cold no more,
Not cold at all.
I couldn't leave my memories to die within her timbers, lost forever,
She begged for fire, to warm her stagnant heart, so sodden!
I went and collected, some of her kin-folk, to set up a keen spark in her heart,
For her spirit could be renewed!
When she was dry and warm she was my protection,
kept  me warm and same from harm,
This house was very special, she was all I ever knew, when in dark forest I was lost,
But  now indeed I spent my cherished time with you,
I adored every moment spent, when you enriched my heart with loving passion,
sensitive discussion,
Friendship more importantly,
My delicious friend you tickle my soul with your tongue and your pen, as I tickle yours with mine!
Copywrite Livvi Kent 01/04/2013

Strangled by darkness.
It's eating us up.
Like a huge tooth monster.
The enamel on it's teeth are glowing at them.
In tones of bright red.
Scarlet maybe.
Wages of sin are death and they're dying.
It's  Wednesday.
There are no sparkles.
Flat lights and flood lights.
Walking on water, cruising the pitch.
Only ice bergs we see.
We see them, they're melting.
They're wasting away.
The blades they are sharper.
Switch blades that flip.
A ripping yarn in the outhouses and barns.
Garden sheds and hoes.
Pretty maids, standing in rows, as if in nursery rhymes.
Melting ice bergs.
A sign of the times.
(c)Livvi

Me, I feel like ice cream.
I melt at your touch, loving your great taste.
I drip, you move too close to me.
You moved close to me a while ago.
You fed my head with strawberries and laid my head beneath the trees.
You saved me from the rippling breeze.
My body you kept so warm.
You were charming.
I was calmed, after many storms.
The breeze turned into a raging gale, as on a branch my heart impaled.
You said you loved me.
As we stroked the sapphire dragonfly, passion fore our eyes.
I melted, a pool of slush.
My heart a remnant, in a pool of soggy sticky slush.
As a fool, now I drown.
I drown in the tears of the poetic clown.
(c) Livvi

Me,
I feel like ice cream.
I melt at your touch,
loving your great taste.
I drip,
you move too close to me.

You moved close to me a while ago.
You fed my head with strawberries and laid my head beneath the trees.
You saved me from the rippling breeze.
My body you kept so warm.
You were charming.
I was calmed,
after many storms.
The breeze turned into a raging gale,
as on a branch my heart impaled.
You said you loved me.
As we stroked the sapphire dragonfly,
passion before our eyes.
I melted,
a pool of slush.
My heart a remnant,
in a pool of soggy sticky slush.
As a fool,
now I drown.
I drown in the tears of the poetic clown.
(C) Livvi

In a luscious crushed iced mocha,
Cream as it's wonderful peak,
Top of my mountain of mischief,
The wonderful delicious iced mocha,
Dwelling in my heaven filled mug,
All crushed up with love,
Negate the love,
It's from commercial enterprise,
My heartfelt want, my one desire.....
To have a mocha machine of my own, to sate my wild desire!
By ladylivvi1

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I don't want a smoker, nor do I want a drinker.
I do want full on passion, with another free thinker.
I don't want my fire extinguished, by the one who fights fire with fire.
I'm burning inside, don't put me out.
I don't want to save him, nor to be saved.
Ipsofacto.
And so that zany poet raved!
(c) Livvi

I don't care,
I don't care if you love me still,
Although, I wish you did,
In fact I know you do,
The clever man with silver pen, you know I love you too.
Your bullets are made of silver, as they dance upon my chest,
I am not the monster,
You believe that you don't warrant love,
A, worthless box of tricks,
That only you and I can fix.
(C) Livvi

If you were younger, or I were older what magical love could be made.
Created of strength and vision,
Could pluck words and purpose from the air.
Join me playing in the poets lair.
(C) LIVVI

I feel sorry.
Sorry for sinners,
without any hope.
I feel sorry,
Sorry for the flowers,
Stuck sitting in the ground,
through the pouring wind and rain..
I feel love,
the ability to love.
I feel war,
and I hate it.
Abhor it in fact.
I feel truth and I trust it.
Where I felt the cloak of darkness,
The Velcro's pulled apart,
It's slipping from my shoulders,
The lady has a filling heart,
Since she met you.
(c). Livvi

An all consuming sense of passion,
Snatched me from the gates of hell,
In a symphony of moonlit mood,
Dressed in peach tranquility,
For I love you and you love me,
Your love is awesome,
A total delight,
During the daytime enjoying the nights,
For I am your woman,
Your sweet baby joy,
Every day smiles again,
As the sun dresses me in your heart,
Where as two sweet lovers,we will run always free,
In a salient dalliance, as you and I dance,
In some kind of magical crazy romance!
By ladylivvi1

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If God is Real!

Up and about.
All up ready to go.
Today our brother lays in state.
The man who made a nation.
Homage paid to man of honour.
Resting stately in his place.
Within the books of history.
May he lay in peace.
May the badness of once Africa.
Be laid to rest for ever more.
The rain came down in celebration of the great man.
The father of Africa, sleep well.
Singing Praises from on high.
If God is real.
May he make you most welcome in his realm of heaven.
Nelson Mandela you were blessed.
Saint Mandela?
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

IF ONLY

If only this raging war, worldwide,
were all played out on consoles,
where no-one really died.
If only teenage boys and pretty girls,
could synthesize the real world,
just blended into violent games,
upon the station of world play.

If only real warriors, did not have to die.
If only, is all that I can say,
She inhales fast,
stiff upper lip,
taking but another breath,
just to stifle her cry!
(C) Livvi

There is a touch of confusion.
Is there a God?
What are his values?
Is he in control of heaven and Earth?
Is he in control of hell?
Hell on Earth maybe.
Is he indeed he, or maybe a she?
In essence, all the religions of the organised world.
They're very disorganised.
If there were a God would he watch good people die?
Would he or she offer clemency to those who apparently slaughter?
The helpers the blessed, the winners, the sinners.
Hell is a situation that coats the planet's head.
It matters not to anyone which: deity the poor man follows.
Allah with five pillars of wisdom, wise indeed and very kind.
Guatama Buddha, lord of noble truths, sat in meditation beneath the lotus blossom tree.
If I did religion that would be the one for me.
Moses with commandments, a cool idea indeed.
No men really follow them, that's the thing to fear.
Men **** brothers, women **** sisters.
If there is a God he's seeming somewhat sinister.
(C) Livvi
.

Tell. me you love me again.
As you run your fingers through my hair.
While touching your temples with my pen.
As I touch yours with new born grace.

Once kisses of power.
My heart was devoured.
Blood flow blue.
Royal blue my lord.

I shall write my words for you.
As I write my words for all and sundry.

The girl whose heart turned cold and blue.
In a mismatch of a hotchpotch.
Of gobbledygook mistaken.
On a crisp cold winters day.

She begs for nothing.
Nothing at all.
Perhaps pride came before her fall.
Her fall from grace entirely dropped.
Discarded in dreams puddles.

Her poems now extended.
Too many months descended.
To put my words in consonants and vowels.
To fill the cracks with trowels.
No, not mine you fool.

Words are my nourishment.
Sometimes my punishment.
As the book of revelations.
I lay open.
Not signalling Armageddon.
Nor the end of my world.
Without you!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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

Walking along the pebbled beach, the light is falling down, shortly oh so very shortly, will the horizon breed with the sleeping sky.
And still the tides brush upon the sullen early summer shore.  
To wait for morning's kiss to fall.  
To brush away the dark heart and release your mind from pain, take the morning with both hands, let life begin again!  
(C) Livvi
**

Tuesday morning.
Sounds of New Orleans.
Cafe bars are rocking.
Velvety buzzing jazz.
Diana sings her luscious tones,
Piano sings along.
Trumpets sound.
She sports a dress of pure azure.
Matches her eyes the people say.
They're right I'm sure.
Down the street by the voodoo store.
The lights are low
Burning incense.
Image immense.
A magic feline creeps out of the alley.
Been scavenging.
Smelly old fish.
No airs and graces.
Not even a dish.
Further down the alleyway,
a carcass of chicken laid bare.
Ripped to bits by townsfolk who care.
The wishbone hangs in there,
All out for dreaming,
Wishing and kissing.
Young folk and tinkers all up for a share.
A musical cortège.
Passing transport for a one who once was there.
Victim of life.
Heading underground right now.
They're off to the old town crypt.
Finale.
Exit stage left.
(c)LIVVI

Mr McCormick whacked her with his stick.
His nurse that was.
Didn't want to be bothered.
He was busy reading the paper.
A political persuasion.
Frustration aggression maybe the theory.
(Michael Rutter, I believe)

Mrs Brady,
A lovely old lady.
Elderly but beautiful as she recanted tales of how she reported how she cavorted  and partied  when younger.
Such relentless hunger.
With aged joints, she still wants to dance.
Find herself a little romance.
A bit of a rumble,
Potential to tumble.
She lives in a world where all's risk assessed.

Mr Jones,
An ******* of bones.
He gave up on all of his food.
He knew what he wanted.
Family all tried to persuade him to eat.
He wanted to meet the old boy upstairs.
Greet the guy at them pearly gates.
Sipped only from an occasional caring cup.
She bade him goodbye as she walked from her shift.

Stood out on the pavement.
Window's open.
Looked close as she she walked away.
Through the open window.
She swore, she saw his spirit leave.
(C) Livvi

As a razor sharp.
Silence descends.
Cutting ties to life.
Fell rapidly through the sky.
Only sound heard,
The sound of silence dragging her feet.
Shuffling by as it passes.
Unheard.

Only silence will trip the switch until death takes.
Sitting in silence.
Almost forgetting the existence of the outside world.
Locked away in deafness prison.
A prison of desolation.
Virtual segregation.
Punished in her silent world.
Child born of mother's sorrow.
She who could not hear her infant cry.

Heavy frost covered senses sound.
While in the pinkish orange morning.
She can see the glowing sky on fire.
Birds of song unheard.
Every sound the world made forbade.
She can only sense her newborn cry!
By ladylivvi1

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Shrouded in black,

Dear heart departs,

As writing soul  flies,

Engraved deep epitaph ,tablets of ancient stone,

Memorial stones morose, sombre in grey with fur of yellow lichen,

Pavements, flagstones,inscribed with memories dear,

Glimpsed in morning, mourning sun, alone,

Words eroded after many years bathing, soaked with maiden angels' tears,



Dried out again with sunshine's kiss,

These words they state,

May we not forget  past soul,



Lyrical words lift a song from sad heart,

Screams emotional rescue at times,



Letters of love filled with devotion,

Causes sweet release of emotions,

Words pasted on pages,

Imagination creation,

Words trap interest at first glance, Love in words,  

At first sight, perchance,

****** them catch them,

Keep them close  in your heart every day,

Fill up life, with words unfurled,

Words in technicolour,

Clouded in blue,

Use of profanity,

Well that's nothing new!

Orated in Shakespeare's play, sung in aria,

Opera adorns ears,

Words used in crosswords or cross words,

Word Play!

Child educated in fine art,

Writing divine,

Such worthy art in need, indeed!

Mouthful of words all arty and farty...bouncy, total joy!

Phraseology,plays intense on a mind, a poet at play,

Livvi Kent 28/04/2013

I Miss You!

Today I walked along the path.
Where in the summertime we lay.
Watching planes scoot through summer skies.
Watching sapphire dragon flies.
Beauty blessed on the wing.

Today I touched the leaves of oak.
Discarded by the autumn breeze.
When I felt the leaves.
I felt you too.

The leaves have fallen.
Crispy now.
No furry coats.
Just cold and damp.
I kick the litter of the leaves.
In memory of what you left behind.

Today I realise.
How much I miss you so.
The dragonflies have died.
Drifted off through winters chill.
I'm sure the summer warmth.
Hazy.
Will bring forth their kith and kin.

Darling,
Love me one more time before we crash and burn.
In words you spoke to me.
Never love a poet.
They will set you free.

Darling.
With this sweet sentiment.
I whole heartedly agree.
Except with natures blessings
When poetess and poet man.
Slip together.
So Naturally!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In world where emotions interfere,
Well, I sometimes wish I wasn't here,
For your delight, for dual pleasure,
Nothing more than simple measures,
In tenderness and truth I trust,
For my sweet mantra I do live,
In angels arms, I find much more than I ever discovered before,
Love, truth, trust respect I always want,
But rarely get,
When we say we love,
We know we do,
Living in fantasy ,in a world without defence,
I look deep inside you, I see no pretence,
You see none in me,
What you see in me is truly what you get,
For all the three of us,
You and me and poetry!




By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

IMPATIENT

The tension,
it is building up,
it's like a coiled spring.

The eternal optimist's fast becoming pessimist,
she's waiting in the devil's wings,

She's dressed in strawberry jelly,
her eyes blood red,
not tears,
just lack of sleep,
as so she quivers,
she's waiting for the end result,
sleep,
sleep is so evasive,
when thoughts twist up your mind.
and so she sits and shivers.
Tossing and turning and drifting,
thought I should say,
maybe the time is nigh,
now hopefully all change.

Those who speak philosophy,
speak words,
they speak words of darkness falling heavier,
just before the dawn.
She sits and she waits,
impatiently,
for the rise of breaking dawn,
A strangulating game,
of you've just got to wait and see!
(C) Livvi

I am so,
tired,
wired,
desired,
fired,
buzzing.
Rushing,
gushing,
bubbling,
humbling,
g­rumbling.
Loving it.
Caring.
Knackered.
Long day .
Love you.
(c)Livvi

She walks parading her lump.
A whale with full frontal ****.
Her child is breech.
She is so concerned.
He is due to enter with grace, so shortly.
In anticipation, she sits and waits and waits and sits.
Complaints of a niggling back and full wriggling belly.
She thinks she's understanding childbirth, as she's seen it on the telly.
Hate to leave her distorted by her own beliefs, in a crystal palace, sparkling sweetly in baby scented fluffy dreams.
(c) Livvi

In an understanding of woman's intuition as it sinks,
Passion flowers petals fall,
As bachelors blue buttons diminshed, dishevelled tumble from grace,
In a heap of crumpled calico,
White and pure,
Used to mop the tears of weeping doom,
Tears sealed with loneliness extreme,
Forever and eternal in a never ending dream,
In a world of sacred senesce,
Where true love vanishes into the mist of time,
Erased by darkness,
Reminscent remnants of nightmares,
Which once invaded two sweet hearts,
Love in reality being doli-incapax, as she's novel,
So new so young so fresh!
(Doli-Incapax, means incapable of evil in Latin, it is a legal term discussing the age of a child to have criminal responsibility, I just thought that as my love is new and young that it was an apt expression to use to describe the fact that love doesn't have the intention of being evil, some logic in here somewhere! )
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In auburn the sun fell.
In crimson she rose again.
As a gift of entrancing love.
My flowers overt, with inverted bells.
An infusion of Lila , green and white.
The spring sprung forth from earth so deep.
Leaving winter doth but weep.
A scene from seasons.
Of row boats and true love.
Of coffee with cream.
Photographs on front covers of many magazines.
Periodicals they speak.
Peace descends amidst those flowers.
Many more hours.
Sun hats and short sleeves.
Mystically weaving.
Gossamer strings,
Such pretty things.
(c)LIVVI

Sweet lady in bones of whales wrapped!
Bustling out from behind.
Corset gripping at wasted skin.
Skirt stood as parachute.
For lovelorn lady who cried.
Dropped by her lover.
She wanted to die.

In a fashion of air filled hoops.
Laced up in corsets of bone.
Took sweet ladies breath away.
Trendy fashion of the day.
Chucked herself from bridge so high.
Spurned lady the wind caught her bustle,
So did she fly?
The trussed Victorian lady.
(c) Livvi x

In Corsets and Crinoline.

Tight lady in bones of whales wrapped!
Bustling out from behind.
Corset gripping at wasted skin.
Skirt stood as parachute.
For lovelorn lady who cried.
Dropped by her lover.
She wanted to die.

In a fashion of air filled hoops.
Laced up in corsets of bone.
Took sweet ladies breath away.
Trendy fashion of the day.
Chucked herself from bridge so high.
Spurned lady the wind caught her bustle,
So did she fly?
The trussed Victorian lady.