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Olivia Kent Dec 2016
We're tired they said.
Before fumbling and stumbling blindly into bed.
The warren ceased it's burrowing's.
Comedienne, bade the world goodbye, before she took her leave.
Princess Leia's bleeding heart was wiped upon her sleeve.
George Micheal, crept unexpectedly into his duvet covered bed.
Covered his head and drifted into eternal slumber.
How many more complete the number. After all 2016, must bear the number of the beast.
Maybe, just maybe the Grim Reaper's had his final feast,
For this year anyway.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Apr 2014
I'm breathless.
You came and dared to steal it,
My precious breath you captured the day you stole my heart.
My stolen heart became the stole, you wrapped around my shoulders.
My, how you kept me warm.
I loved you and you loved me, forever in return.
Need I ever love again.
Then I found you had gone.
Now I hang out in a lonely place, my own space.
Lost in a desert, truly barren.
In this place I am stuck.
My pretty heart beats on just for you, my frozen heart turned sadly blue.
Tears blistering as down my face they slide, scratching as sharp crystals.
As your heart plays only plays with me, a game of hide and seek.
(C) Livvi
Olivia Kent Dec 2015
My father.
Thou now dwells in heaven.
Hallowed be thy name.
Yesterday battles to find a slot.
Within the land of tomorrow.
Well everyone knows, tomorrow never comes.
Yesterday, well it never left.
My father who art in heaven.
He left me a legacy.
From the land where pens play freely making words,
Pictures and scribbles.
Colours bright and vivid words.
Visions from words.
Words from visions.
Experiential images.
Crazy, mutated cultivation.
Preordained Christmas celebration.
Written in those stars that always twinkle.
In the eye of the mind.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Jul 2013
In a subtle silent flight of symmetry dancing,
Carried through the air,
Flighty swirling in fanciful ballet steps,
Dusted wings must remain untouched,
Human handshake will **** the blessed butterfly,
As she maybe flutters by,
The Psyche of the butterfly,
Her heart, her soul combined,
When she met Eros, became afraid that her night time husband may be an ugly monster,
As in legend so mentioned Psyche had three lovely sisters,
Sisters coerced her to breach his trust,
For him,
To stay in darkness was a must,
A revelation for she did discover that her husband was a luscious lover,
In gorgeous form,  
Blessed with wings,
She woke him from his dark night sleep,
As breach of trust by curiosity,
He took of her his leave,
Flew off into the night,
Left forever by her beautiful butterfly!
Copywrite, Olivia Kent 10/07/2013
Olivia Kent Nov 2014
The Lego men.
Sat in the toy box playing with their bricks.
Johnnie the little fella took them out to play
Daddy put a board in the garden just upon the patio.
What was just a piece of ply grew before Johnnie's eye.
He tipped them out onto the board.
Went inside to fetch a drink and get  a spot of near noon brunch.
A thriving hive of industry, was hidden in his plastic box.
He came back outside and all was built.
Castles and gardens, palatial palaces.
The Lego men had built a perfect village.
Nobody knew they could.
Just a little shocked.
His little sister Jennifer, she hid behind the garden wall.
It wasn't the work of the miraculous Lego men after all.
Who would ever have believed that the toys came out to play.
(C) Livvi
Olivia Kent Aug 2013
What you give is what you get,
You learn to live,not to regret,
When fashion dresses life,
She just wears the current trend,
When love she sits there waiting,
For emotion to reach it's sorry end,
Defiant in a fireball,
On her and her alone,
The real lady, one on whom you may depend,
The other our sweet poetry,
Is riding on a wave,
Not sinking,
Never ever,
No extinguishing,
Not a doubt,
The spark became ignited,
Lighting up the dark,
Maybe the strange things that we say,
And weird stuff that we do,
Fits with life's agendas,
As one and one make two and poetry makes three,
You and I invincible,
Happy but forever free!


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent Jan 2015
Touch my face with your fingertips.
Make them dance across my face like the pen of a classic poet.
Whisper breezes on my ear.
Take my precious lips onto yours.
Teach me the meaning of love once more.
(C) LIVVI
Olivia Kent Jan 2016
I fell off a horse just once.
Soon I got back on.
My horse was life's experience.
To live a life, to learn full on.
Extract a learning curve.
Steeper by the climb.
Without footholds'
Onwards.
Upwards.
On I climb.

On man as an indigenous species climb.
Catching clouds.
Somehow the catcher of clouds just gets wet.
Nighttimes' are for catching stars.
Sadly never done.
The stars are always falling.
Catch a falling star.
Can you slip it in your apron?
No of course a mere duplication of falling of my horse.
Learning or not.
It's all that mankind's got.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Jan 2015
He lived next door to her.
Well sort of.
It's just a poem of let's pretend,
Her gorgeous friend is what he is.
His mischievous smile lit her heart.
She felt his image in her eyes,
as he passed her by.
And she smiled back at him.
That's the just sort of thing she does.
He lapped it up.
He swallowed her smile.
In his body and in his heart.
Hide and seek so you shall find.
She thought of him.
He thought of her too.
He wondered why on earth she liked someone.
Someone,
who didn't fit the bill.
Values absconded.
Chucked in the ******* bin,
Buried in the cabbage patch.
To wait and see what slowly grew.
Like a  sugar doughnut this heart is chubby.
A centre, oh so sweet.
Is so full up with feelings.
They're making both of them blue.
(C) Livvi
Olivia Kent Oct 2014
I wanted to write my name in the sand outside your door,
It wasn't far from the beach.
So I wandered down,
just to remind you that I exist,
but, as I wrote on the dry grit,
the wind had the audacity to blow.
I found it rather annoying.
Then the tide cruised the beach,
maybe I meant cursed it.
I knelt down in the remnants of the foam,
stick in hand,
Tried to write it again.
It wasn't happening.
Browbeat, I walked over the rocks,
on to the promenade,
to buy a sickly stick of rock,
maybe a bag of sweets.
(C) Livvi
Haydn on of your poems inspired this!
Olivia Kent Oct 2014
Adored from a distance.
Sent only by the snail mail.
Written on pink scented paper.
Edges painted gold.
Being an aged teenager.
With S.W.A.L.K writ upon the back.
Maybe T.O.Y perhaps.
A kiss, a sealer of friendship and bonds.
Fresh green fronds of lucid ferns.
Love letters,
Love kisses.
Can never get enough of them, kisses that is.
Got any spare.
Let's share.
(c) Livvi
Olivia Kent Nov 2013
Bring forth the pure white doves of peace.
Need not pack those bags and fly.
Bring peace down upon the world.
Alabaster pure.

No shadows cast.
Ride the tide still living free.
Tragedy trickles, in sweetened tears.
Lock not the world away.

Lock away the spitfires.
Put away those tanks.
Disband the band of brothers.
Daggers snapped.
Knuckles rapped.

This world of war filled terror.
Land of milk and honey.
Pleasure so distraught.
As in grip of terror.
Our lovely world is caught!





By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent Jan 2015
The lovely scent of DDT,
Liberated, cleansed set free.
Those left living at the end.
Louse ridden, dismal bones in bags.
A camp liberated by new found friends.
(C) LIVVI
AUSCHWITZ
Olivia Kent Feb 2016
There are scars etched on the forest floor.
Left by the deer that walked before.
Peacefully.

Upon the plains the mustangs run free.
Free of reins and saddles as they pass.
As they flee the flailing arrows flung from bows.
Kicking heels.
Fractured grass and sand that blows.
Impressions in sand that go with the wind.
Faster than the mustangs.
Still free.
Unbridled.
Until they're broken by the men.
The men, they chase cows.
Corralled.
Fallen.
No longer free.
Oh to be a deer.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Oct 2014
The lichen clung to the side of the rocks.
Bartered with the passing storm
Argued with the winter winds.
Picked at by the hungry birds.
Get baked by the blazing sun.
Could of course have been the Samphire.
Laying on the ledges or on cliff sides
at the edges and then I might be eaten.
More of a delicacy than me,
The only thing that touches me is the rolling lonely sea.
(c) Livvi
Something different
Olivia Kent Jan 2016
Making love in summer's sunlight.
Back dressed with strikes of strong tender fingers that listen to unspoken words.
Actions in accordance to perfect requests.
Chuckles of children created of love.
The reason for loves entry.
Immense perfection.
(C) LIVVI
Olivia Kent Dec 2014
I am amazed by you.
The things that you do to me astonish me.
Amazed by the exhilaration you give.
I am thrilled by your chill and beat by your heat.
I live you.
I love you.
You are stupendously sweet.
Far inside my heart you dwell.
Sometimes you get to me.
Get under my fine flyaway hair.
At passionate moments you may rip me apart.

Under the veil of nightmares my dreams make me shout.

These words I write out.
Hey presto magic,
At the end of my pen.
(C) Livvi
Olivia Kent Sep 2015
Who was it that said that life is a breeze.
There is no such thing.
Life has a sting in it's tail.
Just a vile hornet.
Let us not forget my dear.
That I am and me and that I fear.
My life once it was, now it is not.
Got blown away on a sneeze at the bang of a gun.
A smoking one you see my son.
Life appears putrid, fruitless I say.
If only I could go away.
Run and hide with nil pursuit.
I could pack up this stuff, dump it in my backyard.
Right now at this moment, my life is too.
I'm not giving in.
Demons, I hear you laughing.
Laughing out loudly at me.
You won't knock me down.
Just you wait and see!
(C) LIVVI
Olivia Kent Feb 2016
For do we live to lust and breathe.
To bathe in flowers and not deceive.
To breathe is life and sun is fine.
Thine heart and soul enwrapped in mine.

My mind is fed in reams of red.
A fervent blaze of pure maroon.
From a spoon made out of silver.
Silver flashing in the light of the moon.
For life is over much too soon.

Three score years and ten.
Then who knows what and who knows when.
(C) LIVVI
Olivia Kent Nov 2014
Enjoy it.
Make sure you do.
You shut your eyes, and then it flew.
Watch beautiful youngsters on T.V.
Seems miles away.
From where you're at now.
The bubbly young beauty became an aged cow.
Think on.
One day before you know it.
You'll find you are me.
Your perfect face will crinkle.
Marking where you smiled.
Your carefree attitude will enhance responsibility.
All kind of funny honey.
Coming of age is delightful.
Being over age is frightful.
The greying of the hair.
It's in need of tender loving care.
Have to dye it regularly
The only joints of interest,
Are not the ones you used to smoke.
Your hips get rather clicky.
Your knees are much the same.
Precious sleep, almost a ***** word.
Sleep, well that is just a stroke elusive.
If I'd known what ageing was all about.
I may have given up the game.
~X~
It has it's benefits you know.
You acquire memories and experience.
Birth children if you're lucky enough.
So no matter how much I moan and groan.
It's really not that rough.
(C) LIVVI
Olivia Kent Nov 2013
Love in a mist.
But I missed it.
All I did was drown.
Soaking wet inside.

A beautiful flower.
Young and fresh.
Roots put down.
And a crack appeared through the window on the world.

No roses round the old oak door.
Spectacles crushed.
Visions spoiled.
Beauty of the planet tragically marred.

World herself speared on a javelin,
Invisible to the naked eye.
Sharp and clean and fresh.
The globe spins on another day.
Then death courts you.
Rips your heart away.

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent Jan 2016
I spied with my open eye a rabbit.
A wild one.
Brown with black ears.
Was beside the dual carriageway on the pavement.
Indecisive it shall be.
To meet fast trains upon the track.
Bunny please look before you leap.
In front of car or train.
For I shall weep.
More surely than the dawning.
For now is night-time and bunnies play.
And yet somehow a miracle.
They play on verges and near train tracks.
Always and onwards no turning back.
Yet tomorrow I shall come across the bridge.
My funny bunnies still play.
On occasions a rat dashes by my feet.
I don't like wild rats, but the bunnies are real sweet.
(c)LIVVI
In daylight the rabbits hide in darkness the  roads are buzzing with  traffic.
Olivia Kent Aug 2015
She fits into her world like a lock does to a key.
She keeps them safe and very sound, turning silently.
That's how it's meant to be.
Her key is cut individually.
Made to fit in the right spot.
Made to work so perfectly.
So practically.
Providing protective guidance.
Were moments, as spent with mother.
Sat upon her knee.
When as a child, I was there to listen and learn.
And now the adult mother is me
Mother to adults, who matter now.
Cues of grandchildren, to teach me all the rights and wrongs.
Queues of love brewing.
As a youngster, she sold them for a lousy song.
Wonder where those years have gone!
They disappeared much too quick.
(c)Livvi
Olivia Kent Jan 2016
Find me a past I can collate.
A past I can rate.
A past to relate to.
A past with a future.
Embraced with endurance.
Dancing on hot coals.

Embrace the past lessons.
Of times so not well spent.
Find lovers and children.
Face indiscretions.
Back to front.
Inside of out.

Battle scarred.
A fire inside.
A bath edge tide mark.
A simple remark.
A discipline.
A need to win

The discarding of ******* into a fire.
Into a furnace.
Grimacing.
Can't care less.
It's all a lie.
Know why.
Nor how.

A cow.
Stood by an Indian stream
Waiting for goodness supreme.
Protected.
It's coming around.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Jan 2014
Life’s much too Short
For another million years I’d love to write.
Burning passion inside.
Death, the night of life will take me away too soon.
Carry me into the doom.
Into the dark land of once was life.

Keep my poems safe and sound.
While I’m sleeping underground.
Want no more to live and breed.
Just to write and read.
Find my name in a bibliography upon the shelf.
Maybe In the library of heaven, should I find the truth inside?
Does heaven truly exist?
(c) Livvi
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Lifted!

Bump, ouch, bump, bump, bump.
Eaten by a vile chill.
Squelch, squish, try to stand.
Wants to find a human hand.

A seriously soggy bottom.
Sat upon the pavement chair.
Icy cheeks of crimson.
Laced with soggy hair.

Pelt pelted with drizzle.
The drizzle's very busy.
Nearly busted bitter cold.
Her malady.
She broke her hip.
As she's so very old.

It was so sharp and harsh,
That beast, that Gust.
It knocked her from her feet.
Sat in pain.
Such pain.
Waiting for the medics.
To scoop her up and take her to the hospital.
Keep her safe and wholly warm.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent Dec 2014
I believe the year has become a little bit disjointed.
A little muddled up.
The night before this very day.
I rolled indoors after a night upon the town,
My spot of going out to play.
Mother develops a mighty frown.
Came in late from local town.
Every light in the house was on.
I thought maybe it was October.
All the windows shone a mighty glow.
I thought I'd arrived for Diwali.
(c) Livvi
My kids never turn lights out x A bit of humour.
Olivia Kent Nov 2016
Fairy dancer in the lilac dress.
A little bit like me, as was once.
The youthful spirit.
Benevolent soul.
A skirmish in skittish, as tornado whirls.
Oh the young girls.
Faces buzzing as impromptu gnats.
Beauty personified.
My time fizzles like a failing firework.
My exuberance has gone.
Hers begun.
Girl in the lilac dress.
The green monster bit.
I find failings in me.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Sep 2013
Blood red plain of killing fields.
Lioness stalks her prey.
Tragic zebra separated from the herd.
As lady lion quiet as bird.
Creeps through concealing long grass.
Undergrowth.
Undercover.
Trying not to rustle.

Lioness has savvy.
Not Zebra mares' saviour today.
No games.
She flies.
Hear the wildebeest scatter.
They know she's there.
The birds, made them aware.

Assails from the side.
One fell swoop and zebra's down.
The other quadrupeds return from their scarper and scatter.
No fear today.
The lioness is fed.
She is not greedy.
Nature beat her quarry.
From the trees emerge her cubs to take their fill.
The laws of the wild instilled!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Thought I'd write something simple x
Olivia Kent May 2014
Lips, so soft, echo silent sounds,
Crying kiss me,
Bang on,
Stroke me with those lips of yours.
Adorned only with brightly coloured lanolin,
trying hard to preserve their satin touch,
Lick them not unless hunger draws you in,
Hunger for me, that is,
me the precocious one,
The one that dared to love you,
Warrior king,
I am your queen,
The queen of your heart, who kisses your lips,
A mosaic of of chapped lip colours,
Dry and sore, as you too are,
Fk me with your lips as you fcked me with your pen,
Too much to bear, seeing your chapped lips unsatisfied!
(c) Livvi
Olivia Kent Aug 2013
Memories of times so truly spent......,
enriched my life i honour,
I was your lady, you were my lord .....,
my lord of wonder,
I still wonder about your awesome ways,
My beautiful body lost in loves' haze,
love full on...no bicycle rides or beautiful flowers.....,
Just you and I for hours and hours,
Your touch, your kiss, I will always miss,
Memories suspended for ever in space!
Caresses of lace, stroked over my face, in a manly sort of method,
Lifted me higher and higher..., stroked a fire, that could maybe get higher,
If only just stranded in dreams...,
It seems, my dear,
Maybe in reckless in fear!
My heart wrapped in liquid gold cement,
All  my silly feelings  still meant!
Why is it liquified still?,
I think I hear you  say,
Because you left my heart so warm, it melted as you went away,
Thoughts of  you leaving, well it left me grieving in a funny sort of way,
remembers your sweet loving fondly, chases the clouds away,
something  only you can do in your own very special way!
You know what my sweet,
You  still haunt my life everyday!
Copyright Livvi Kent April 2013.
Olivia Kent Aug 2013
Little clever poet,
Where Daddy wants to take a peep at all his daughters' writing skills,
A family trait I'm sure,
You write in your own right,
With poetic birds in their own flight of fancy,
This King and Queen your royal birds,
Created from your fantasy,

Darkness creeps into your world,
In a world where harmony and peace you seek,
When this world is cold and sad,
Lady Poetry makes us glad,
You and me and super Dad,
We find that poetry is able to spread a smile,
When caring for others has all gone,
Should the world becomes despondent,
While the world becomes broken, rather torn,
When humanity becomes lost,
For poetry, She is never to be ignored,
When you have the gift of writing,
Living so much more exciting....!

For Larna and Chris **
Love ya x Livvi **
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent Nov 2013
Little Things Matter!

Small is beautiful.
Little things mean such a lot.
The newborn scented baby laying in the cradle.
Wrapped up in mothers' love.

The tiny hummingbird flits before thine eyes.

Eyes of little children.
Smile in blind delight.
They never saw Santa.
When he visited that night.

A tiny little lady old.
Curled up upon the ward.
The immense amount of life and love.
Deep inside stored.
Waiting to die in a silent goodbye.
Taking her memories with her.

Some I'm sure.
Left with her kith and her kin.
Who keep loads more.
Under their skin!

One more tiny thing immense.
Consoles, controls the world.
Words of one two three maybe more.
My darling I love thee.
Please end all vile war!




By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent Jul 2015
We may die today or tomorrow.
Truly hope not.
Much more in this world to begat.

Every morning as we rise in springtime our garden paths are lined with daffodils in blazing yellow and clumps of purple crocuses.
They creep out from their underground network of roots and bulbs,
Heads bathing in the sun.
Surviving for a number of years.

The evergreen scented trees and redwood tall as skyscrapers of sky, may live longer than you and I.

All I can say is carpe diem.
Breathe in that air.
Have fun and smile.
Yesterday may have been your last.
Make the best of what life holds for you.
Party on.
Have a blast.
A blast full of scent and petals, they sit upon your beautiful head.
Live long and prosper.
Longer than a butterfly.
(C) LIVVI
Olivia Kent Mar 2016
Want to do music and drama and dance.
To whirl round a maypole while seeking romance.
Collecting spring flowers.
With wonderful scents.
To live for the moment.
To roll on damp grass.
Watching the birds fly.
Seeing a magpie from the side of my eye.
While lovely children go running awry.
Evening is coming.
A life full of fun.
Recalling the moment they once called me mum.
Mum became nan.
Such is life.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Apr 2020
All afternoon, sat in my vitually empty room.
My love mutt curled up beside me like a snorting fire free dragon.
Every so often, she will spring into early summer action, telling the garden birds to *******.
After her crazy mouthy attack, she curls up and goes back into a deep sleep.
I peep at her chest, it's rising comfortably now

Most, of the moments I spend with her are just mellow,chilled.

Watching the garden birds flitting freely.
Those birds, ignorant in their sundance.
No rhyme, no reason.
A brief divebomb of sorts, snicking at birdseed in a metal tub.

Mrs Mutt,
She toodles out for a twinkle.
No birds about now,
I guess they're skipping out.
Unused to the enforced tranquility.

"Praise be."
Dem boids be free.

Our time it shall come again.
For now, indoors we must be.
Must stay.
Creativity and passion,
Without exit, so it must be.
LIVVI X
Olivia Kent Sep 2014
The princess isn't really dark.
The light bulb it exploded.
Left  the poetic princess ,
with nothing but a spark.
The princess, she loves nature,
Flowers and fresh air,
Somehow that sister's twisted when she doesn't need to be.
Ahead the road is widening as she's heading to the light.
Walking slowly in autumn,
Seeking fresh daylight.
As the autumn brings with it winter chills,
The setting sun will fall,
From winter hanging icicles,
New snowdrops peep through the chilly crunchy grass.
The heart no longer breaking as crystal shining glass.
Perpetual changing moments, she is a jewel in one mans crown.
Her beauty sparkles wholly a fizz of lemonade.
With kisses soft as summer fudge,
Strawberry cheesecake and custard ****,
Remember when you next see her,
This pretty lady has a heart.
(c) Livvi
Olivia Kent Jul 2015
Don't cry baby.
Your daddies gone off hunting.
He wants to get a trophy.
Just so you can see.
What a clever boy he's been!

Introduction to a child of everything that's  mean.
Daddy tell your little kid.
Of all the vile things you did.
Bet you can't, bet feel ashamed.
Of taking part in cruel sport and labelling it a game.

"Son, daddy fox is called a dog.
Mummy fox a *****.
Baby foxes little cubs soppy as a kitten"
A spot of education..
Hell  hounds have a job to do, apparently.
Together, language of us common folk will paint the sky bright blue.
"Jackanory".
***** story.
Written by the Tories.
For fox sake keep the ban.
Speak out loud while we still can!
(c)Livvi
Olivia Kent Apr 2020
We lived a bit,
We celebrated the god of the sun...oooh Raa,
We sat in our houses, aware of the mouses,
We watched birds through the patio doors.
We cheered, that the goddess is here smiling.
She is most welcome.
Life goes on regardless,
But we sit indoors blooming in our own ways.
For we need to.
We must.
Livvi
P.s. Raa was a Male deity, Eyptian Sun God,
I'm just weird thinking of the sun as a Goddess,
She's just glorious in my bizarre way out way x
I know the plural of mouse  is mice...mouse was just apt....lol x
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Olivia Kent Apr 2014
In London's fair city, the girls are quite pretty.
The men are quite hot.
Although some are not.
The pavements are grimy.
And foreigners slimy.

The wealthy hold their positions of power.
The seat of the country, gets broke every hour.
The Thames flowing freely, picks up  loads of junk.
Just a flowing mega puddle of mud.

But, still London has a certain je'n'sait quoit.
An ambient image of city lights.
The hustle and bustle spread over the kerb-stones.
Stained with old chewing gum, no trace of gold.

And still it enchants and forms new romances.
Maybe London, will bring second chances.
To those who are looking for a little more life.
Maybe mere husbandry, not bulls and cows.
No farming involved.
A marriage of sorts, but being nobody's wife.
(c) Livvi
Olivia Kent Dec 2014
LONDON TIME

Sprawls across the skyline.
Ancient and newly alike.
Busy wheels and politics.
Backstreets of culture with pickpocket vultures.
Stations and bankers,
And other posh tankers,
Otherwise known as rich classy wan**rs.
Sea museums and see museums
Plague victims under common land lay.
Sleeping for years.
And time changes.
Smiles very cutely, as he makes the suggestion.
Let's go sight seeing "dear lady"
Come along and see my life.
I'll hold your hand forever, but you will never be my wife.
He will never be your husband, as he knows not how.
The man who stopped time in London town.
(c) Livvi
Olivia Kent Oct 2013
Loneliness!

Loneliness!

Creeps into full room unseen.

The fatherless child of loneliness.

Stood up in solitude.

Unnoticed in noisy melee.

Rips a soul to shreds.



A vicious circle.

A cycle of lies.

This near friendless soul.

A choice ingested.

Used to flying solo.

Habitual situation.

Being Alone.



Loneliness eats.

Delicious at times.

Most of the time.

Writing autobiography.

Just moments on a tapestry.

Love is still.

Still and silent.

Need love.

Just doesn’t fit.

Can’t do it.

A self-fulfilling prophecy.

Opulent at times.

Destitute at others.

Upward moving.

Stranded in whole self.

In a world full of nations.

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent Sep 2013
I am lonely, but only for you.
The winter winds caught me and gave me a blast.
Sweet lover.
Spent summer days of glory laying in your arms.
Summer breeze blew me away.
Angel wings caught me.
Got me wrapped up so tight.
Mourning you and the times we shared.
My mourning tears fell this Saturday night.
More close than close could ever be.
I love you and you miss me.
What scares you so.

The word written in the letter was contemplate.
Means no way am I going to relocate.
Two lonely souls.
Trapped together apart.
Neither waiting for handouts.
Never will.
I battled hard to find you.
Release is not sweet.
My honourable dagger.
Placed before your mighty sword.

Autumn's here now.
It's not Emilie.
It's not four o'clock.
I don't want to be free.
Laid on your bed.
You so tenderly said 'I don't want you to go'
Once more sensibility ruled.
She decreed I had to go
Glory to you, Glory to me...Glory to our Goddess our sweet lady POETRY!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Suffocating winter darkness,
Creeping in post haste tonight.
Bringing with it bags of wind and rain in buckets.
Not quite here just yet.
But well on it's way.

Yet still that voice.
A cherished bird tweets.
A lonely song.
Thought his song long since past,
Believed migrated.
This evergreen bird.
Unseen but heard.
And still the world revolves.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent Aug 2014
She's lost and alone.
As she bays at the moon,
it's soul, so full.
The full moon smiles in a mischievous way,
Inviting her sorely to come out and play.

Tangled hair rolls down her back,
enveloping her fearsome face.
For tonight's cull,
Her manicure's gone
her nails have grown,
They're so sharp, so vicious, so fierce,
her tears,
although,
tumbling,
remaining unwiped,
She can bear no scars,
from her previous hunt.

Who said that t'was only the seventh son of the seventh son?

She wanders lonely hillocks,
On the hunt for human kind,

Her mind is cursed,
with ****** souls blood,
As she wanders alone through the wind blasted wood,
she's looking for food.

Her mind's set on feeding the curse she was given,
Stuck in a situation she did not want to live in,
Death did not become her,
it never could,
while,
she wandered lonely
through the wild wood.
Although,
desperately,
she tried hard to expire,
as an immortal wolf woman,
her wish was denied,
and she cried.

On the evenings,
when the moon was wane,
she sobbed to herself.
Feeling such pain,
knowing incarnate,
that soon the full moon,
would with it bring with her next date,
a date with death,
for somebody else.
(C)Livvi
Olivia Kent Jul 2013
A double entendre,
Two ladies of the night, killed on the Sabbath day, 30/08/1888,
Was an unlucky day for lady Liz,
A drinking wild cat
'Long Liz Stride',
Was the first lady of two to meet her end on this most vile night!
Five feet five, when was alive,
Had grey eyes and a curly mop,
Her vicious murderer did not stop,
Her throat was gouged, ripped and torn,
Maybe was a lycan,
I can only say,
I doubt that very much,
Murderer went on ***** harvest,
Took a kidney,
****** removed,
For 'tis said that her murderer may have got disturbed,
Murdered by Nemesis of such depraved neglect,
Never seen to show regret,
Teased and tormented Scotland Yard,
Long Liz was apparently dishonest in soul it seems,
Swedish by descent, not really very decent,
Tried to con her Swedish Church to get finance from a fib,
Poor Liz, had no understanding of what the bible said,
Sad lady Liz,
Well,did end up dead!

Some said was a dark man, dressed in class attire,
Others said he didn't care!
__________________­___
Next Part to Follow!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent Sep 2013
LONG TIME DEAD!

Have a fading photograph.
It's etched in an album in my mind.
Was not a real image.
Imagined being there on their wedding day.
Memories of days passed yesterday.
Saw the two of them.
Looked still in love.
Holding hands.
Walking down a busy city street.
Prompted me to think a while.
To see such love gave me a smile.
Made me wish that I had found the same.
Never is to be.
I questioned in my mind.
What could their secret be.
Did they have children.
Maybe like me.
Don't believe that love is for real.
After years of feelings changing.
Love becomes friendship.
Friendship companionship.
Years bring intensity with strength.
In defence of one another.
Rough and smooth.
Storms ridden.
Still they made it through.
Tears welled up.
If wishes were kisses and wishes were true.
Could have spent my life with you!


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent Oct 2014
LOOK
Her skin dripped with satin sheen.
Her movements fluid and serene.
Her hands reached out to touch yours
You are obverse.
She smiles at you.
You smile back.
She is warm, when you are cold.
The seasons change.
Still a heart full of sun.
You and her.
Observers of words.
(C) Livvi
Olivia Kent Sep 2014
Stop where you are,
Stop where you're stood.
A spot of food for thought,
It lurks inside that tatty book,
the one you just bought.

My friends,
I implore that,
you take a look inside that book.
It's a precious commodity,
almost company.
It maybe tissue paper thin,
but inside the cover of such a book.
hides a being,
a soul,
a heart,
a feeling and a friend.

A sympathy an empathy an understanding eye for sure.
You know that should that precious book be written in braille,
the reader,
the blind man,
can feel the writer falling off the rails.

An anthology of verse when the writer felt terse,
A writer of fashion or passion,
Which the writer may have cried over as they wrote.
As their tears became embroiled,
within the fabric of the tissue paper page.

The pen acted as a tissue,
to wipe away the rage.
The anger swallowed as sorrow,
swallowed by the reader,
Pray be, henceforth exorcised.
Guaranteed for sure,
You'll find the author's heart,
it's hiding deep within,
Now and forever more.
(c)Livvi
Olivia Kent Feb 2014
An illumination of wrinkles, pasted, splurged and multi-coloured.
Creeping out,from under the light at the end of the lane.
Filling the cracks of yesterday, left swollen with visible concrete.
Furrows brim within a mask of lies, in a covenant.
Hereby designed, disguising, only the flying of time.
Your face is still beautiful, your eyes still  to drown in ,so lovely.
A well of experience framed in an attitude, once drowned by buckets of tears.
(C) LIVVI
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