Loving You!

Love she holds a trumpet,
Which fills the world with joy,
Such a fantastic sound,
As she raises her love banners,
Ornate in wondrous glory,
Red and white profound,
Feeling blown away,
As love is all around,
Perhaps another fairy story,

Unfurl those flags of treasure,
Spread them high through turquoise skies,
Darts of sweet love's fireflies,
Skittish through the twilight,
In a slow dance we waltz,
Loving's such delight,
When the other's lovely,
And when the time is right!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Loving You!

Love she holds a trumpet,
Which fills the world with joy,
Such a fantastic sound,
As she raises her love banners,
Ornate in wondrous glory,
Red and white profound,
Feeling blown away,
As love is all around,
Perhaps another fairy story,

Unfurl those flags of treasure,
Spread them high through turquoise skies,
Darts of sweet love's fireflies,
Skittish through the twilight,
In a slow dance we waltz,
Loving's such delight,
When the other's lovely,
And when the time is right!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I loved you in the morning and in the evening.
I loved you every night,
When you said you loved me back,
I nearly died of fright,
I picked up my tail,
Stuck it under my cloak,
Ran like the wind,
Flew away in a puff of black smoke.
But I was never a devil when I played in your head,
The last thing that I heard,
Was that you wished that I was dead.
Not from a physical point of view,
I'd invaded your head and it didn't suit you!
(C) Livvi

On the cliff top I stand.
I'm looking out to sea.
The rolling white horses, in their morning silence are calling only to me.
The breeze flicks my hair.
It's chilly.
Not a soul to be seen, save mine.
Closer I move.
Near to the edge.
Checking out the lichen, which dresses the rocks.
From nowhere the wind increases, without intention I find myself flying.
I'm a perfect butterfly without wings.

It's later now.
The walker of the blonde dog finds me.
Laid prone, potentially slain by the wind.
The dog.
The beautiful dog licks my cheek.
I stir.
The walker looked on, somewhat bemused.
He dropped to his knees.
So handsome.
Confused conversation ensued.
Whatever will be will be.
(C)LIVVI

Her name was Lucy.
She was beautiful.
A mischief filled woman.
The woman everyone wanted.
A fiery temper raged with fury.
Her tongue lashed vehemently.
She spat fire, suffered Halitosis.
Every word was dashed with spice.
Her language was incredible.
Went dating.
Dark dates every weekend with just the ace of spades.
A bad ***** was she.
She corrupted all the boys and girls.
A wicked soul had she.
Wednesday morning up she flew.
The devil rode out at lunchtime.
Her name was Lucy Fer.
(C) LIVVI

Sits on her chair rocking,
All a pretense, not a care in the world,
Should the world outside believe it,
Maybe not,
Drug abuse and over used,
Left her a ******,
Or did it,
She's really rather clever,
But only when she wants,
Her mind is fried,
That's how it comes across,
She is deep in a tragic destiny,
Where she remains entrenched,
Has no desire for normality,
It's really all a chore,
Has no care about her hair,
Normality is a total bore,
Her dress sense sadly missing,
She's a mess,
Lost her family,
All grown,
As geese they've flown,
How she ever managed no-one will ever know,
She has a gang of rebels,
Running on a power trip,
They are really stable,
Mother's just a case.....,
A box of frogs in eccentricity,
Probably her age,
Defiant till her dying day,
Now she wants to make amends,
Her children are her enemies ,
She wants to retrieve them,
To keep them as her friends!
By ladylivvi1

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Lunch!
Diminutive organic beasties.
The beings not of humankind.
They love them or they hate them.
You can never over rate them.
Not really Belgian.
But make some Flemish (phlegmish).
Rather sick.
Those sprouts from Brussels.
I say yummy.

The swede is not from Sweden but yo ** **.
I love it so.

Turnips, so very lush as long as not boiled to mush.
Roasted is much better.
With butter and pepper.

Forget the meat.
Forget the spuds.
Bring me in a platter of veg.
With piping hot gravy.
Maybe I'm so cheap to feed.
Because I need no meat.
Not a vegetarian.
Just love veggies for my tea.


By ladylivvi1

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It's eleven 'o'clock.
Too early for lunch.
But,good for a nibble.
Carrots sticks.
Weetabix.
Lots of coffee.
Goes well at eleven, four, five, six and seven.
Much too late for breakfast...,
Who the hell says?
Eat when I feel, you know how it is.
(C) LIVVI

Lust! (One asterisked bad swear word)!

Lash me not with your tongue.
Tie me up in velvet ribbons.
Soft edged with shiny silk.
Handcuffs you use to keep me trapped.
Be sure you do not lose the key.
A spot of ****** filthiness between only you and me.

Halt me with your kisses
A proper way to spend some time.
Mention not the loving issues.
Bursting out the front.
Taking your loving issue and stuff it up my c**t.
Don't forget the tissues.

As an afterthought.
Use them to dry your sullen tears.
To wipe your eyes, as I am leaving.
After all these years.

Whip cracked undeniably.
Around my bottom cheeks.
While my fist it bled your lips.
Between my nipping teeth.
I bit.
As I made you bleed.
Your request not mine.
Hell boy.
Whatever, your perverse requests.
You are still mighty fine!
By ladylivvi1

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If it had eyes and was able to speak,
I wonder what churchyard gate would ever repeat.
The rook jumping from memory to memory.
The bride is dressed in ****** white,
Well maybe,
Her husband seen passing before all suited and booted.
That rook senses his anxiety,
When he's leaving the church will he still be free?
Probably not.
Doesn't often happen that way.
The bridesmaids all clamour,
They're part of the glamour.
Escorting the maiden,
Over the threshold to married life.
Leaving together the newly united husband and wife.
That ****** rook,
A part of the photographers action,
Covering confetti all over her dress.
Her train chases her,
She's in training for a life,
The life as John Smiths wife.
A year or so, back they come,
Mr Smith,Mrs Smith and their tiny one.
Her name will be Laura,
They so adore her.
She is entered into the church and it's family.
A fluffy gown of pure silk,
Oh, that baby just spewed up her milk.
And the rook is watching their departure.
Landed in the christening pics.
(c)Livvi.

Lyrical!

Sing me a love song in dulcet tones.
Strum my love in acoustics.
Tickle the spot with your tongue.
As I will tickle yours my friend.

Pray screech not like tom cat.
Wailing in response.
A message to his cute queen.
His lady in waiting.

Softly ripples.
Sensitive *******.
Highly charged.
Animal instincts.
Passion blessed.
True passion bled in songs.

Tenderness in words.
Loyal and true.
Not really the tom cat.
Thought the whole world knew.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Lyrical!

Sing me a love song in dulcet tones.
Strum my love in acoustics.
Tickle the spot with your tongue.
As I will tickle yours my friend.

Pray screech not like tom cat.
Wailing in response.
A message to his cute queen.
His lady in waiting.

Softly ripples.
Sensitive *******.
Highly charged.
Animal instincts.
Passion blessed.
True passion bled in songs.

Tenderness in words.
Loyal and true.
Not really the tom cat.
Thought the whole world knew.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

She is my sanctuary.
She throws her flowers down the drain.
Soon we shall be home again.
Dancing together in the morning rain.

Merlot, sweet Merlot,
Take your fill again.

Closer together than ever more,
For never more be free.
To ride the crazy gravy train,
Once before and now again.

Merlot, sweet Merlot,
Take your fill again.

We jived in days of fifty five,
None of us were stood alive,
As strawberry Mondays, we jazzed about.
Tuesdays of cherries, full and ripe.
Wednesdays of banana split dreams.
where everything is great, not as it seems.

We sail on drunken dreams.
The sun flies overhead.
We are on our way home, standing room only,
We are  never alone.

Merlot, sweet Merlot,
Take it when you get your chance,
Then take your fill again.
(C) Livvi

Looking at that family tree.
Strung far and wide in Macrame.
Caught in a complex web of lies.
From yesterdays.
Those that went before, running into today.
There are good ones and bad ones.
Families that is.
Sometimes even rather sad ones.
The mother who slept with the father,
Who, then flipped to the uncle, who created who?
A rhetorical question.
Julie- Ann, she then discovered that she had an unknown brother.
The family love stretched far and wide, as at times the family members were denied.
Love to be close to recent ones, the family setting as the sun.
The draped macrame still hangs full of holes, stretched from bough to bow.
And darling sister was still a cow.
The son will always shine, an orb of of light after the darkness.
(C) Livvi

1720, work’s all done.
Listen boss, I got to dash.
Stopped at florist.
Bought red roses for his lover.
Ran down the street clutching his bunch.
Glanced at his watch.
Sees that he’s late.
To meet the wife.
Anniversary date.
Puts his hand in jacket pocket.
Aims to find his mobile.
Silly sod forgot it.

Got to the phone box on the corner of the street.
Waited a minute or two.
Until in desperation, to give apologetic explanation.
Tap, tap tap, he rapped.
Bashes on the phone box door.
A silly old dear with hair rinsed in blue.
Spins round with venomous tongue.
Shouts out loud.
“Be patient son”.
“Can’t you see I’m having a chat!”
Chatter chatter.
Natter natter.
On and on she went.
Dude outside was going mental.

Mrs Ancient left the cubicle.
Throwing ***** looks around.
Huffing a puffing, like the dragon she is.
The flower man flies in the box.
Receiver picked up.
Dials lady lover’s number.
Typically the number’s engaged.
So, spitting fire the fella’s enraged.
Tired of trying to explain.
Knowing his next train is due in a while.
Runs from the kiosk not wearing a smile.
In his ire he chucked the roses.
Landed in the ******* bin.
At the terminus of train at last.
The flower seller grinned at him.
She could see his stress shine through.
Sold him a bunch of lilies of peace.
Before on to the train he swept.

Key in the front door.
Inside he ventured.
Smelling cremated dinner burn.
“Oops darling I’m so sorry.
You’d never believe the day I had.
See darling.
I didn’t forget our anniversary!”
(C) Livvi 2014

Made -Up Fantasy!

The marauders have stolen the sun.
Her blaze they captured in their nets.
Glorious orange hue went far askew.
Got lost on her way home.
Etched demands made on marble.
For her immediate return.

The Gods of Heaven and Earth declared.
The robbers they shall burn in hell.
Predicted in the oracle of light, love and life.
Saw the harbinger for potential doom.
Oblivious in their read request.
Declared the world was in a mess.

Thieves needed to make a buck.
Sold the sun to unsuspecting one.
Thought that she may warm his cave.
In doing so he sealed his grave.
From Hades came the hounds from Hell.

Stole her back no backwards glance.
The innocent cave dweller.
The poor fellow was captured with the sun.
Sent back to where the world began.
To dwell in darkness for eternity.

Sister sun got aggravated.
In doing so she re-inflated.
Catapulted back to heavens gate.
Stars bowed in her honour.
Angels, cried that's not denied.
So Glad, was not too late
She shall burn on in glory!



By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Her magic is something practical.
Her eyes entrance.
Her finger beckons to his heart.
The spell she casts crept straight from a book.
Made up a very special potion with the notion of falling in love.
The stars will bow and coo for her.
The sun will kiss her lips.
The pull of the moon will control his soul.
He will be drawn for sure.
The lure of her scent and her smile,
Controlled only by her and her practical magic,
(C) LIVVI

Find it hard to believe that our eyes will  never meet again.
Tears sally forth as flowers do in rain.
This morning you entered my head.
Another day of wishing dead.
Not sure who.
Me or you?
Never can tell.
Abandoned in the land of base of wishing well.
Always wishing well.
As if you couldn't tell.
There's scent in the air as if you didn't know.
My suitcase is packed.
Off I go.
At tangents and right angles.
Confusion fixed.
Witches brew created.
Everything's mixed.
Magic and muffins.
Ice cream and cookie dough.
Time to call upon fairy snow.
(C) LIVVI

There is a strange magic.
It circles the head.
Entrances the user before falling to bed.
A grimoir of magic, which feeds a black ***.
Perfection in a cauldron.
It's full of hubble bubble.
Feeds the *** with a potion.
Learned potions.
Touch it,
It sparks.
It's alive.
*** has a marvellous aura.
Satanic or fairy white.
A *** full of magic.
Hell it's hot.
(c) Livvi

Woke from a dream,
Woken from a world of poetry,
While I was dreaming in my sleep,
Essence of a head of fantasies,
A fire of intuition,
A mindful blaze of paradise,
Laid in my fellow poets arms,
While waiting for the break of dawn,
Upon this Monday morn,
Both awake and putting pen to paper,
Now the two of us awake,
To look at love and magic make.
By ladylivvi1

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Isabella stood alone outside.
She was in the garden chasing snow.
Her nose felt the chill, her fingertips too.
The tips of her beautiful delicate toes, were fast becoming blue.

In the corner under the trees, she'd made a snowman.
She swore she heard him sneeze.
He wore a lovely tartan hat, a purple scarf, a pair of soggy bright red gloves.
She thought, perhaps he needed a lady friend.
Next to him on his right hand side, she created a very chilled girlfriend, made from fairy snow.
She built a buxom snow mamma, with a plastic gem in the middle to play the role of mamma's nose.
Isabella found an old Alice band and popped it round her soggy head.
Between the three of them they discussed having an infant, a snow child of their own.
All three of them got ready to discuss the coming child.
Isabella started building snow person number three.
A pretty little snow girl, with strands of straw for yellow hair.
She wandered indoors and pinched some precious pebbles from real mama's plant ***.
Isabella gave her snow girl bright blue shiny eyes.
Mummy let the dog out, he ran around the garden.
So happy to be out and free, crash, bang, wallop.
Knocked Mr Snowman to his knees.
Isabella built him up again.
Mr and Mrs Snowman and their daughter were her friends.
She kissed them all.
Bade a goodnight, to one and all.
Isabella went indoors.
It was nearly time for bed.

The morning sun ripped through the blinds.
She looked outside to see her friends.
They'd gone.
Perhaps they ran away.
It was a little warmer today.
In the garden just a slushy puddle.
Wearing a tartan hat purple scarf and bright red gloves.
(C) Livvi

A tissue box,
a perfect packet,
full with broken heart catchers,
nose wipers,
window wipers too,
make up snatchers,
put one up your sleeve,
leave one on the table top,
to grab a sloppy drop,
when your coffee dribbles over the edge,
when your cup runneth over,
caresless chick,
always needs her tissues!
(C) Livvi

Magpie Dancers

Noisy screaming folklore.
Swirled over rail road track.
Firstly one for sorrow.
Soon joined by a mate.
A rash a dash of flapping wings.
Then there were three.
Is it to be a girl perhaps.
My daughters little chick.

A moment later.
Raucous noisy bird number four descended.
Train flashed past.
A flick of silver sparks from emitted from the line.
Hey presto.
Magical mystery bird number five.
Appeared as the train went by.

His entrance not spotted.
Five lucky birds flew over the track.
Magpie number six.
He was the unlucky chap.
Landed on the track.
Train won't stop for magpie.
His number henceforth up!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Make love to me, like you never loved before,
touch me, like you never felt a sateen skin,
stroke me like your ***** cat,
let my claws scratch you,
to remind you, you're alive,
alive and real,
crush me with passion,
let fluidity run free,
pick me up and drink me,
like potions cooked by Alice,
then, I can shrink before your honour,
as you make me melt like chocolate,
pure white chocolate,
make me shiver with your warmth,
filled with pure ecstasy,
come together,
let us play,
we don't need moonlight,
we need sunlight,
to touch us as an overcoat,
an overcoat of love,
let's make love forever.
Such flavour!
(C) Livvi

Phoned you this morning with  my most rampant of write, you liked it all right,
I wonder how, I knew you would,
Course you did, you always do,sorry to say now, it's not just me and you,
or you and I,
You moaned at me, for mailing one to you that as I cc'd to another,
You're not my lover, just my friend, not sure if as a friend I can depend, anymore,
Deep mischief discussions are what do we  to do best....!.
We were both so close today, in fact mere, only yards away,
Believed that you may seek me out, while we were so close,
You didn't, no surprise there then!
Although, admit, I did kind of hope,
Saw Stephen, another friend today , he said, "Gal you're looking glam in his way,
Through his aesthetic eyes, he sees beauty so honest, loyal and true,
He doesn't look for hot and ***** in a chick, because, he's gay!
He's really sweet, lovely too,
He's a male nurse works on ICU!

Livvi Kent 2013

Hellenic days of poetry,
From a land of myth,
In legend dwelled the child of Zeus,
Head of the gods,
Zeus created ******* child in tryst with mortal chick,
Alcemene was the name,
Hera, wife of Zeus got angry at his infidelity,
Alcemene expected two, twin boys were on the way,
One baby conceived of Zeus the other was a mortal's son,
Hera had a consultation with Lithia, goddess of childbirth,
Hera twisted Lithia to prevent the childrens birth,
Alcemene's legs were cross locked to stop the birth ocuring,
Zeus declared in oath, child of house of Perseus born that night,
To become High King in place of heracless,.
Hera made Eurytheus, arrive too soon in premature immaturity,
Athena, half -sister of Heracles,
Protector of Gods, tricked Hera into nursing child,
Known as Alcides,
Real name Heracles,
Hera nursed him out of pity,
Heracles gave Hera pain on suckling,
Milk sprayed the heavens,
Hence there created, The Milky Way.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Forgiven at last perhaps.
The morning after the night before.
Tried to even up the score.
Cold.
Could the chill be breached?

Of course it could.
Mornings are for making up.

Flashing passion.
Together quiver.
Bodies snuggle tight evicting anger's raging shiver.
Close in body held well.
Cheek touched softly.
In scarlet passion.
Pair of hearts no longer bled.
The sucker's love is not dead.

Bodies roll and writhe as anger stripped.
Overtaken in moments of melting moulding together.
In ecstatic moments.
Leading to heavens' afterglow.
As love cried tears of pure joy.
Atonement for last nights passed storm.

Follow on from Morning Glory 17/11/2013.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I was born in the spirited sixties,
When t.v was there but, the channels were few,
The skirts were super short, the boots rather *****,
made in crinkly wrinkly patent plastic,
The music was loud,
so my mother moaned,
as usual,
The quality was better,
The stones were ******,
The Beatles were trippie,
My mother so serious,
was no freakin' hippy,
She fed us malt extracted from teaspoons,
Okay, from jars really,
I remember it tasted pretty vile,
But she'd smile,
nagging inconsiderately,
that we needed to take it,
it would do us good!
Yuk, I wonder if my brother felt the same,
I will never know!
(C) Livvi

Mamma
Why didn't you hold me?
Why were you cold to me?
Did you not care?
Did you not want to?
You had it,
You had it all,
Kept it underneath your hat.
You never realised what you lost.
How much did it cost?
If you knew you would not make the same mistakes.
If time was yours to have again.
(C) Livvi

They tell you nothing.
A breast sandwich.
Breathe in they say.
It's Saturday the angles change.
Take a breath.
It feels strange.
And then homeward bound.
Waiting for checking.
What do you reckon?
(c) Livvi

She went upon a dinner date.
Tried to pursue that perfect mate.
Stood up straight, performed on stage.
Crazy words from paper page.
Went hunting, armed with nothing but words.
Most of them fellas out hunting birds.
Just wanting maybe, a rapid **** from some *******.
Went to the library to check all the books.
Sitting there silently.
Self absorbed, in their looks.
Took her wallet to the store.
In the hope that maybe  she will score.
After all, single men still need to shop.
Will that single woman ever stop.
Or must her quest go on?
(c) Livvi

Bad news, just a fake on the take.
Taking gear, smoking ****,
Almost black,never white.
Never right.
Just a fake man, an always on the take man,

Feeding the fire with poison,
Leaving no choices,
Angels with voices.
Mainlines with needles.
Collecting stars, from heaven sent,

Believing all his words were honestly meant.
Trapped,tripped, something slipped.
Her name was Dignity
Tangled tourniquets,

She don't wanna play, okay.
But she will cos he's her thrill.
He's blown her heart up, like a rubber balloon
Silver sliver spoon man.
It burst, it hurts.
***** *******.
Eyelid twitches.
Making messy moments,

Nothing more then memory fodder.
Shot her up the final time, she kissed the stars hello
(c) Livvi

Mantis

"Come into my parlour,"so says she.
For,she is the vicious queen,
Suggesting that perhaps he needs to die,
Female mantis kisses,
as only femme fatale, can do,
Attraction of the keenest,
Trial by jury.
Injury perhaps,
She used, abused you,
spat you out.
She's never safe to be with,
of that there is no doubt!
(C) Livvi

It's March.

I'm as mad as a wild crazy beautiful hare.
I'm kicking my heels up.
I flirt with the grass.
It tickles you see.
A free running hare.
Hell it's great to be free.

I chat with the rabbits.
They chatter to much.
I dash over the field.
For some strange reason, it must be the season.

There's a chap sitting on a picnic rug.
A scarlet one.
He's alone.
His company is a bottle of whine,
I can hear him moaning.
Must be drowning his sorrows.

I hop off grinning to myself.
My teeth on my lower lip.
One more skip,
Hop and jump.
I hit the tree with quite a bump.
I'm a mad march hare with a very sore head!
(C) Livvi

Take me away from the cold and the rain.
Mario, cried through his rigid smile.
Set in place by annual ice and snow.
His joints they ached, he got so stiff.
Age had caught him in the end.
Stuck in the garden, without any friends.
He sat in the garden shed.
Thinking hard of days gone by, when as a dancer he could fly.
Made all the ladies giggle as he wiggled.
Never could do that again he smiled deep in his wooden heart.
In the garden outside the  shed he heard a voice familiar.
"Lucy, lets go take a look, see if we can seek him out, help him dance again".
For grandma, knew that hiding, dumped in the garden shed, in a damp dusty box lived an aged marionette.
Mario smiled again on hearing those words.
My how he loved to dance!
(C) Livvi

Ink your skin,
hope you win,
marked forever,
well until your skin rots away anyway,
you have a tattoo,
painted in blue,
filled in with colour,
Celtic bands.
Stone angels and names.
taint your skin not with a name,
of a lover as relationships fail,
skin never recovers,
much regret,
claim insane,
insanity of youth uncouth,
want to be tagged with the name of  a lover?
(C) Livvi

Marmite! (Veggie Mite) Peanut Butter!


Marmite and peanut butter,

My God what a terrible thought,

Both truly vile,

Pungent,

Repugnant,

Foul in texture,

Reviled in taste!

Never have I ever bought,

Incredible how some can love 'em,

I can't bear the taste,

Smell makes me feel really ill,

Worse than any bitter pill!

Please don't make me a sarnie,

Not with these,

No not ever,

By all means spend your time with me,

Please to you I thee beseech,

That these two dreadful foods so vile,

Hit the dustbin in big style!
By ladylivvi1



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Scurries crazily onto the bridge, just  to espy my face,in the morning,
Smiles excitedly, aroused by my magic,
gesturing to me to wait,
He so wants to cry out, wants so much to talk to me,
Standing so proud in front of me,  adoring me, as I pass him by,
My route is sure,
Sure, I so am late however; I will always wait!
The train is early,
I am so tardy... !
"Am I  holier than thou?,  Am I  worthy of such effort?,"
I think not !
Just a responsive glance brightens his day with such profound sentiment,
He hands me a note, "Sweet Livvi, Martin's friend" , complete with kisses at the end,
Another unjustified note, me thinks,
Another day, another note says "Livvi, love you friend"....!
I would love to stop and speak, but all things conspire against him,
I take his note and sweetly smile, thumbs up "hello", gestures from my mouth" thank you"!
I leap on the train, while he watches me go, once more,
I depart back into his dreams again,
His wish remains  trapped in a silent world, where only he can dwell,  
He is voiceless,  oblivious of all things, in his deaf, dumb world.
Writing is the only way he can tell me how he feels, thank God for words and their use!
At least he can indicate his emotions at last, even tho' his love remains unrequited! Always!
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Mary Jane Kelly was maniac's final victim,
From land of Ireland she hailed,
Moved to Cymru when a child,
Mastered fluent Welsh,
Well to do family,
Gave her fair start,
Was reported by a friend,
By all accounts a buxom gal,
Five feet seven with eyes of sparkling blue,
Ginger hair maybe blonde ,
Skin gentle as the morning dew,
Fair of face or so they said,
When she had a drink or two,
Language would make the air turn blue,
Always wore an apron clean,
Never wore a hat,
Really into studies, artistic soul,
Caught in high class brothel,
From where she sold her soul,
Went to live in France awhile,
Wasn't very happy there,
Came back to her demise,
Poor thing,
Met a grisly end in her room,
Last captured sight was with a stout man in a bowler hat,
Showed a trace of ginger hair,
Seemed to be a gentleman,
A little out of place,
'Twas mentioned that the last sound Ms Kelly ever made,
Was in a song' A violet I plucked from Mother's grave when a boy',
A strange song to behold,
At four a.m, was heard a call ,
****** nobody reacted,
It was commonplace, in this area of town,

Mary's rent was overdue,
Rent collector called to collect his dues,
Greeted by the awful sight,
Poor Mary Kelly,
Torn to shreds,
In darkness killer burned her clothes to illuminate his crime,
The fires of hell he did ignite,
Upon that most disgusting night,
Sliced her, diced her,
Left her liver between her legs,
Propped her head up with one hewn breast,
The other breast left by her feet,
Severed her crichoid process, was unable to breath,
What a dreadful way to die,
Intestines laid piled as snake upon her right hand side,
Her spleen remained upon the left side,
What an evil individual he was,
Face was torn to ribbons, not of silk or satin,
Her nose, cheeks and eyebrows taken,
Lips were left unkissable ripped in bits as well,
Almost like autopsy began before the lady died,

Interred in Leytonstone, East 11,
St Patrick's Catholic Church,
Nov 19 1888, a lonely lady,
Suffered solo death and a solo funeral,
No trace of kin for sweet Mary Jane Kelly,
The youngest victim aged twenty five,
May she rest in peace.

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I loved you in cotton, taut and strong.
Made from navy denim, to weather any storms.
In gingham, I so loved you, as if we were cotton chess boards.
Useful for playing games, sometimes rather blue.
It was satin that you wore, the day we cuddled close.
In nylon, we melted together on many burning nights.
But then you turned to velvet, crushed my heart, a fabricated grape.
(C) Livvi

A Meeting of Great Minds

First vision of creature strange ,
In chill,
Iced day,
Pillar box nose,
Snow on his lips,

Primordial instincts all cried 'caution'
Loud at first,
Then the bubble burst,
Coffee, my cure all,
Answered natures glory call,
Calmed fears intrepidity,

Felt touch strange about this fellow,
This wicked poet's really mellow,
Swept me off my poets feet,
Jumped the train,
Hit his street,
This is all simplicity,
In truth filled with complexity!

Met a friend,
Encountered lover,
The ultimate one,
I did discover,
In continual writes,
We meet and greet,
Find it hard to be discreet!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)