Be with me, oh magic man
I am not begging, nor am I crying.
Please  love me because you know that you can.
If you said I'd cry for you, you'd truly be lying.
You, who I've wanted, for such a long time.
Time hath flown by at the tick of the clock.
My feelings only sent in rhyme.
For  you my darling, my sweet heart, you may my heart, unlock.
You need to hold me in your arms.
Hold me nice and tight at night.
Pray let me unlock thy charms.
Make my precious world feel right.
Wrap me in your cute design.
Wholly take me, me make thee mine.
(c) Livvi

The man in galoshes with the world on his back,
strolls along the broken track.
Weather beaten,
Fighting the rain.
It's lashing him.
He's tied to the kerb.
Anchored only by the weighty boots on his feet.

He's out there fair weather or foul.
Desperate to keep his public happy,
With a timely siren,
the arrival of an infants birth.
He is the performer up the garden path.
At least the rain's outside again.
So is he poor sod.
The postman, nearly demi-god,
or nearly dead.
He's tramping through the rain and the snow.
He had to let you know,
you know.
The latest news and hot reviews,
a little bit of useless information.
There's nothing better than a letter,
unless it's from the revenue.

Our fair weather friend he has so many uses.
A warrior, he fights wild dogs.
He's churning up the grass,
his only means of escape.
He's wearing an orange hat,
it's curled up at the edges.
He uses it to fight the rain.
The orange hat so luminous,
he's looking rather fruity.
He's forlorn and in pieces,
because he's getting washed away,
He has one every morning in his place,
each and every day.
Stacks and stacks of bits of paper,
Life and death wrapped up in his sack.
(C) Livvi

Post person or whatever.
Always turning up.
Regardless of the weather
I feel for the postie upon this chilly day.
Relied upon to bring with him, all Christmas in his sack.
Bringing bills and festive notes from Southampton to John'O'Groats.
No suprise from Santa Claus.
Just a chilly postman going to the doors.
Through rain and snow the postman goes.
Trotting with his smile intact.
Waiting for Christmas to come around again.
His mailbag always laden, that's a fact for sure.
I wonder when the day of e-cards supercede.
The postman may redundant, not coming to my door!
Thank you post person,
You do a vital job.
(C) LIVVI

Friday marches in.
Trumpets playing serenades.
Nearly last weeks end.
Banners flying high.
It's five o clock or there abouts.
Hark,
Delighted squeals and shouts.
Buildings locked, off we trot.
To the station, week forgot.

Saturday descends with her restful smile.
Chill at home just for a while.
Wake up in the early hours.
In dream state panic.
Forgot the day.
Thought work was calling me today.
Realise it's Saturday.
Turn over.
Drift back off to sleep.

Sunday morn.
A sleepless night.
Woke up at seven.
Coffee on.
Then it dawned on me.
The weekend's nearly gone.

Make the most of Sabbath day.
Monday's coming anyway.
When back to work.
Off I'll trot.
Satisfied sort of with my lot.
I truly hope Sunday doesn't fly to fast.
Sunday waiting for Monday is never a blast!
By ladylivvi1

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I think I want to be in love again.
Once again to wear latex free gloves.
And my reason is.
Bearing in mind, that I'm not in the least bit *****.
i'm bored,sitting around daily writing pails of poetry,
I won't say buckets,
it's a word that everyone uses,
thought I abuse the English lingo,
a touch,
However I don't need to wear latex free gloves to touch upon the English language.
As somewhere between life and death,
I'm dying of boredom that it is,
I live my life in clinical gloves,
I'm pining for them,
I miss my job,
My head's done in,
I'm getting so bored,
it's coating my skin.
Bring on next week when I start my job...
hopefully.
(C) Livvi

Stuck rigid in a land of aching knees.
"Cracking legs," twas once reported, in a manner of  flirting flattery.
Now fully aware that they're contorted.
Sensation of eggshell cracking.
In ridicule of youth these joints scream, in blazing pain.
Don't hurt when I'm moving, perhaps the voice of pain is shouting out,
"For God's sake don't sit down!"
Maybe, just maybe someone will pass me a joint!
(C) LIVVI

Fiddling with filing, as she stood by the cabinet.
Smiled discreetly, as both their eyes they met.
He undressed her with his eyes.
While she fiddled with his flies.
Grabbing hard at true perfection.
Knowing,  now there's no rejection.
Fking perfection.

Her lips, they smacked him fiercely.
****** spontaneity.
He responded with passion.
At work, of course, never in fashion.
He slammed shut the door.
As they rolled on the floor.
Hell, he responded.
For he had absconded.
Escaped today's parliamentary debate.

The honourable member of the house.
Fked his secretary.
Never his spouse.
In a rash moment, she wriggled and jiggled attached to the end of his powerful finger.
Waiting expectantly, for manhood to enter.
She did it for free, cos no-one would rent her!
The rolled about on the solid oak floor.
Bumping and ******* with wonderful wails.
Those footsteps came banging  down the hall.
As secretary # two came to call.
She listened to screams of positive pleasure.
Turned her on buckets.
She didn't knock.
Peeped through the keyhole watching his ****.
Wanted to play too.
She really did.
Didn't dare knock.
So she listened some more, for a moment or two.
Thought of his ****.
Then she wandered into the loo.
Gave herself an ******.
Like no other, better than a real lover!
Never played at work before.
The parliamentary freaking *****!
She wriggled and jigged while she fiddled, did she get very wet?
You bet!
(c) Livvi

Babies are so wonderful.
Loving them to bits.
Too old to have more real ones.
Just loving babies.
Multi-coloured ones.
Need no looking after.
Bring on the babies made from jelly.
Ummmmm.!
(c) Livvi MMCV

BABY
The agony of waiting.
Painful twinges
This had been a very different pregnancy.

Pretty cherubic baby, born dressed in her Sunday best.
Bright pink ribbons adorned her dumb blonde tresses.
Born in a dress of royal blue.
Rosy cheeks and sparkly eyes.
Born wearing pretty patent shoes.
All done up with diamenté buckles.
Her hands encircled by a ****.

Mummy and daddy.
Were totally shocked.
Seeing their daughter born entirely dressed.
They desired a child for ooh so long.
The delivery truck pulled away.
The package ripped to bits.
They were so excited if not just a little shocked.
To unwrap their realistic new born baby doll.
They were sure she was going to be a little nipper.
© Livvi

Snuck out in it's birthday suit.
Dressed to thrill.
"Happy birthday to you."
Nobody knew your gender before.
The baby was just a suspender.
No purchased pink, nor royal blue.
Before they clapped their eyes on you.
More of a shock.
There wasn't one but two.
(C) LIVVI

The serious father hovers in,
acting like a vulture does,
He's out to pick the flesh, from his baby girls success,
He hangs around,
with eagle eyes,
flitting around,
watching as the other acts pass,
A little like a humming bird,
His daughter is his nectar,
but, he is not the singer.
He ***** his arms as swan's wings,
while trumpeting his daughters' praises,
he amazes me,
the way he,
holds the situation,
I wonder,
what does he want to be?
A music promoter,
A daughter devotee,
"For heaven's sake man,
let your baby be free."
It's her life,
For God's sake, my dear,
let her breathe,
you're stifling her great performance,
by a performance of your own.
"Oh daddy".
(C) Livvi

The smell of his aftershave hangs in the air.
His image  etched upon the wall.
Vocal  whispers on the wind.
His breath on my cheek as I'm trying to sleep.
His touch on my ear,tells me he's still here.
He's playing on my hair again.
Thoughts of you expunged as egg shells broken 'pon the floor .
The stench of your aftershave,
Now my natural emetic.
Oh to rest.
(C) Livvi

In a blaze of purple passion.
Was dashed onto the stormy shore.
Today.
I have to work.
Such joy.
My lifetimes safe.
Remaining coy.
For revisit life I shall indeed.
Not lichen on a pavement.
Not to be walked on.
Never squashed underfoot.

Went off with an alien, with his gigantic probe, he prodded.
In and out of of everywhere, tickled her ears and stroked her hair.
He wasn't bad looking, neither here nor there.
Wanted to check her sensitivity, said he.
He graduated with  an honours degree.
He made the human inside her, ripple and shiver and shake.
Nearly made a huge earthquake.
Maybe even a river.
"Keep your helmets on chaps", he said with a glint in his eyes, all three of
them.
The naughty little earth girl said "one at at a time please," as she squeezed her unmentionables  so very tight.
She wanted to sleep just a little that night.
He had a large horn on the front of his head,  as banged her hard down onto the bed.
He used it unexpectedly, so from his shackles she broke.
Her ripples and trickles and body  he took,
Made her heart beat  fast as her body it shook.
Woke up in a puddle, her bed rather wet, whatever had happened had
sure  made her sweat.
(C) Livvi

Who killed the May queen?
Maybe the Jack of diamonds, got confused and shot her through the heart.
Or did she just get tangled in the ribbons of the Maypole?
Did a Mayfly land upon her and kiss her with a toxic sting.
It's only April now, but hell where is the spring.
The rain is pouring passionately down the water spout, putting it all in poetry, the only way I shout,
I moan and groan like the old dear I am, an advert for me, a spot of spam.
Hoping in my heart of hearts that CPR is successful and the May queen will arise, bringing beautiful weather on the wings of butterflies x
(C) LIVVI

Hell, tell me why is it I find myself.
With  dire urges to sing loudly.
Fairy dirges, In tones not dulcet.
Laugh out loud in deed.
Pass me a spot of wicked ****.
Okay she laughs I don't use it.
I'm having a giraffe!
At the end of Harry Potter.
We're off the see the wizard.
Livvi x

My ******* are calling to my knees.
They're very close you see.
My jeans control my belly.
My hair is going zebra.
My eyes were sharper than a spear.
Now they see you when you're near.
My teeth are made of ivory, if only for the image.
Crumbling into the sea,but as I said I can't see them them break.
Even the mirror is quaking.
I am just a shocking sight
Thank god for a electric brain.
Sparks still fly as dangerous razors.
Although the body's getting fat.
Not much I can do about that.
All downhill from here.
Thrilling.
(c)Livvi

Pounds, 444 00 of them... the sale of Diplodocus frame.
A pile of old bones exhumed from the ground.
No longer living a tragic shame.
A magnificent creature.

Just a bundle of bones
To be put on display.
For the world to see.
A priceless treasure.

Would have been lovely to see it dressed in skin.
Still breathing.
Just one of his kind.
Complete such a fabulous find!

Don't know how reptilian dinosaur.
Evolved to grazing.
As modern cow.

A peek at what colour he wore.
When he was fully dressed.
Would have been the best.

Amazed at how ancient bones.
From the ground can cost 444 00 pounds.


By ladylivvi1

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She's a little bit crinkled,
A bit like a chip.
Take everything offered.
You'll find her quite hip.
No broken bones tho.
See how she goes.
Broomstick be loaded.
See her long red hair flow.
Right out behind her.
Up up and away.
The red hot witch woman is off out to play !
(C) LIVVI

White wings etched upon dark skies.
No moon nor stars in view.
Bluebells foliage of waxy verdant green.
Flowers, sleeping flowers still remain unseen.
And so she stood, tall and proud waiting for the queen to come.
So the chill wind of winter disheartened the birds.
The moon cried tears of disgrace.
Man in the moon.
Is really a woman with a ***** face.
She's gazing at stars as they pass by in cars.
And the street lights reflect her deepest regret.
It's making her sick.
The chill is inside.
Cold to the core.
(C)LIVVI

A conspiracy of co-existence.
Belittled in buckets of disaster.
A house full of twisted intelligence.
Decry the mind that writes for fun.
Fun and release.
No peace.
Demanding gang of children.
Sought explanations of the words that poets use.
Today's one was ominous.
The poet took it as a warning.
A threat of things to come.
And they both smiled and said..,
"You don't know what your on about."
A bucket of words this poet spills.
A mishmash of nouns.
Verbs with just a bit of adjective.
An adverb from time to time.
Occasional omnipresent onomatopoeia.
As if the poet doesn't know!
An awful lot of fun.
(C) LIVVI

On a lyrical dance you led me,
As we danced you bled me dry,
You kissed me as you cowered,
While in the dark you fly,

In fear of fear herself ,
In dress of yellow cowardice,
Yellow dress shines brightly,
In surreal yellow light's destruction,
Soul mates locked in soul mates net,

Where fire flies turned into lies,
The mother lies of all invention,
Such words of ill repute,
A concocted potion,
Mind's creation,
Love died screaming,
Piercing night skies!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

She knows him so well,
that dude he's really swell,
she knows him inside and out,
like an old stained tea ***,
with marks inside,

she knows him like a sugar ***,
complex crystalline granules,
they hit the spot,
his perfect sweetness,
is hidden,
in a heart that is ridden
with disaster as his middle name,

she knows him as her favourite mug,
the handle broke off,
he's more like a jug,
discarded in bits on his tatty old rug,
a chip on the edge,
well he has some of them,
complexities of modern day men!
(C) Livvi

So,
What is precious friendship in the real world about.
A man who makes his woman wail and shout.
Discarded in the dustbin of life's wanton destruction.
A man who made her eyes erupt.
Lives in a world somewhat corrupt.
Swims in buckets of tears.
He always cries.

He got her.
Ripped her limb from limb.
To feed his sorry insecurities.
He's the precious one.
Not the woman kind.
He sank his teeth into her soul.
Tore her heart to strings.
The woman he left behind is virtually dead.
Her head ripped off.
Her body bled.

He was a bright man an inspiration.
Now has become monotony.
He is black and white.
Not an ounce of purity.
Maybe pure insanity.
Is he the the north pole.
The south pole.
Or perhaps bi-polar.
Nobody knows.
Let alone him.

The swings beat the roundabouts.
And the Ferris wheel flies in chaos.
A conundrum of confusion.
An enigma with rotten teeth.
And dragons breath.
That tastes of death!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I once was your lover.
You once were mine.
I ****** on your sweet lips as if they were wine.
Your lust for alcohol, messed up your head.
You smiled at me.
I smiled at you.
A grin at least a mile wide.
As from the wilderness I was snatched.
Made me laugh at you,
I laughed with you.
No silence beside you, as we curled up in bed.
You with your headphones shoved on the top of your head.
You loved me, you wanted me.
Horror of horrors, you set me free.
It wasn't my choice.
I am still  here.
In our weird culmination, of bi-lateral short-term benefits
Miles away, not many tho.
Have no choice, whatsoever.
Just had to let go!
(c) Livvi

Sat on the beach
Witness to the foam.
Ebbs and flows,
memorial to discarded coats,
and broken shoes.
buckles ripped off,
and the water,
carries them home,
in a sea, of emotion,
wave goodbye,
as they drift.

Wander away,
in the sand,
a bicycle discarded,
think once,
it may have been pink,
a child at play.
touch the bicycle once,
hand moved,
now it's hot,
too hot,
been in the sun too long.

Now maybe it's junk,
not a Chinese cultural vessel.
Move it,
with an old towel.
Lean the bike,
against the promenade rails.
Maybe the owner will come back to recover it.
Or maybe A.N.Other will scavenge it,
the ancient adage speaks,
"one man's meat is another mans' poison"

In the cafe with grey melamine tables,
you drink your white coffee,
slowly from the nasty tasteless cup.

Well, the coffee's done,
They are gone,
the bike remains,
a memorial ,
To the thoughts of the poet's pen,
being washed out to sea.
(C) Livvi

ONE DAY'S WEATHER
Cleaning the pavements with raindrops.
Painting the beaches with castles,
They're sodden but,solid.
Deposited by the earlier tide.
Dotting the i's and crossing the t's.
What fun it is.
Kicking at the wild swirls of leaves.
They're thrashing about in the autumn breeze.
You're aware of hearing the young ones, all shouting.
They're shouting loud in sheer delight, as they're chasing that kite that tears through the heavens.
The weather changes so often.
They're at sixes and sevens.
What to do.
Weather's changed again.
All in one day.
This weather's irksome.
Time to go home and look for their mum.
(C) Livvi

Kiss of passion laced with mellow hemlock for suicides pleasure in a kiss goodbye,
Entered the realms of dark skies as a kiss goodnight,
A toxic tranquility as drifting away,
Glides softly into serenity via gentle paralysis,
Up and coming in gradual waves as waving goodbye,
Cyanosis catches up, heart and brain devoid of feeling,
What joy,no pain,
Slips from a nightmare,
Shaking screaming
A fiery fury as hemlock laced kiss,
Hits the final spot before dying,
Crying a fatal goodbye,
Crucified as cheerio,
Blessed incarnate no fury,
For all is not lost,
Allegedly death is the last great escapade!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I am an addict.
An addict I am.
It's not going to damage my health.
In fact it's going to help.
It twiddles with my mind.
I go to bed, lay in the fetal position on my right hand side.
I have a compelling addiction to writing words.
In singular syllables.
Words and paragraphs.
I'm kissing punctuation some what poorly
Words are life and life is words
(c) Livvi

ONE OF THOSE DAYS
A tragic day, in the powerful place where the poet lives.
A hopeless pen today.
Said pen haranguing everything, sometimes.
When the hat of passion fits.
So all the world can visualise.
That's what she wants you see.
And she sits there with her head in hands.
Suddenly out of nowhere she finds her mouth *****.
She slides on that harmonica.
A musical work of art.
But,today she cannot play.
(C) Livvi

Sinews of life tug at the moments,
those moments,
the ones left over pre dying,
She's crying again,
She's left in a puddle,
a mix of love puddle and sorrow puddle,
Once she walked,
she walked through hurricanes,
oblivious to what remains,
Emotions concealed behind the broken mirror
She's only human after all,
she has a human heart, a spirited soul,
The brain of an archaic iced diamond,
Piercing,
Cultured as an ivory pearl,
Promised, from the voice an elephant,
Immense,
A gift never to be forgot,
She's locked in a transparent casket,
Protection from a world of ills,
Suspended in love's hammock,
She's  still swinging in the summer breeze.
Hanging from the bough of the tree that weeps.
(C) Livvi

Stopped dead in her tracks.
Underfoot the staircase moves.
Onward.
Ever upwards.
A cycle in continuity.
The steps step on their own.
In a continual rhyme.
Climbing.
Never stopping til it's day is done.
Go to step.
Falter.
Unable.
Stuck in an entirety of inability.
Stairs beckon.
They beat me again.

Atop.
A need to descend.
Big approach.
Determined.
Only in my dreams.
Go to etch my foot on the stair.
Say etch.
I need to scrawl.
The way the ****** escalator takes control.
More scared than feeling fear itself.
Never will I be able to step over the bridge.
Try as I might.
Phobia so much greater than me!





By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

On the Outside Looking In

How sad it is when brave heart meets mad assassin!
On day lit street,
How cruel it is,
When daylight spreads her stunning wrap as shroud,
Young fellow,
Tragic life lost!
Appalling,
Barbaric *******,
Sin incarnate!
Let hell have no mercy on their vile souls,
Look inside,
Analyse,
Fire fed incubus,
Increment,
Pure disgust,
Realise,
Mass mess,
Damage done,
Community relations busted,
As two rampaged alone,
Dancing with devils,
Horrendous!
Religion whirls in chaos,
Paradise lost,
Solution zero, not grounded,
Tragic,
Agendas confused,
Misunderstood,
Hellish cost!
Crucify others with tongue alone,
Here I sit and ask that all this evil ends,
I know that it's impossible to have a world of friends!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The seas of discontent are rolling on the shore,
Falling on the soaking beach,
Licking at the sand and shingle,
Salty water and sand they mingle,
Bringing with it creatures, that eat the **** of sullen swollen seas.

Sea brings with her the morning light,
Teases at her heart again.
She is beautiful, the morning tide,  that brings with her gifts so powerful,
Unhappy when she sits, she sits and thinks of him,
Leaves tide marks on her heart again.
(C) Livvi

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OPEN EMOTION

A little bird told me today that you'd died,
My pretty eyes erupted.
My God, how I cried,
Wanted to visit your grave,
attend your requiem,
Create a tribute to you,
write on your tombstone,
of the memories we'd shared.

Of the family we grew,
me and you.
Grown from seeds of true love,
Painted on hot air balloons.

On summer days,
where we did laze,
upon the grass,
where we once kissed,
once upon a time,
too many moons ago,
to care to remember.

They say you wrote a book,
of course,
I took a look,
I had too,
of course,
I did,
The last time I saw you,
you took a look at one of mine.

We whinged at each other,
like a pair of old time,
aged lovers.
Moaning about books,
Exchanging weird looks.

Then today,
Out of the blue,
the phone rang,
it was you,
I was shocked,
I thought at last,
that my feelings had died,
But now you've made me stop and think.
(C) Livvi

The beer brigade bundle onto the bus.
No finance to live on.
Hell hear them cuss, as they sup.
From disposable cans as they drink.
Provokes thought, yep, I think!
Beer at bright Easter time.
Faces right pink, they think.
Actually  red faces they ripples.
With nares that do drip.
He slugs at the ******* of bottles of beer.
With the eyes of the china man,
how those nares do drip.
Will he stop?
No ****** fear!
Drinking his lover, the one he holds dear.
Not being aware that true love is near!
(c) Livvi
Happy Easter to all my friends!

My life is flashing away, rapidly before my eyes.
Scheduled for an operation tomorrow.
I have to hope that I don't die.
Shaking like the lava trapped, bubbling beneath the volcano.
I guess I'm fit to burst.
Oh dear.
I'm scared.
Never the same when the nurse is the scaredy cat person.
(C) Livvi

The colour of addiction,
Transparent,
Translucent,
Visual in ***** dreamers,
Black minute slivers,
Black graphite,
Waxy as moon rises,
Poisonous,
She's a lush,
One on one,
She's out to steal your heart,
Corrupt you,
She's all out to catch you,
Hook line and sinker,
Product of a clever thinker,
Wants to make a buck,
**** some b**er with his muck,
Such evil *****,
Mischievous tinker,
I met her on my way,
Played just once in steep stupidity,
She was lovely,
Delicious head fodder,
Chasing on as dragon dancers spewed their guts,
I was sensible,
Tried her once,on one occasion,
First was last,
Then I forgot her!
Never ever,
No more to dabble,
With her heart so fetching,
As such effect 'Smack' has!
She'll leave you wretched,
Retching,
While strolling on air,
Your feet ,
Well, the floor's not touching,
Head floats imperially,
Impervious to her stranglehold,
She is cruel,
Don't visit her,
Be not a fool,
****** in any guise,
She's so fKing uncool!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Just little Miss Ordinary sat in her study.
Almost on her own.
She has a dog and a computer.
What more could she ever want.
Apart from chocolates and snuggles.
Sunday morning cuddles.
Started chatting to a guy called Dave, a musical, poetic man.
Struck a chord or two.
If you read this, yes it's you.
Lots in common, pretty local.
Thought she may have been removed from the land of permanently lonely study.
Potential for a wonderful buddy.
Left her number then he vanished.
Such is life.
Carpe Diem.
(c)Livvi

A waste paper bin
Left in the corner.
Containing little folded up letters,
Discarded as the heart was.

A gang of  stupid teenage vandals having a laugh,
Disregarded what they had done.
Disposed of the butts irresponsible after having  their smokes,
In the bin.
Not doused.
The silly lads.
Wandered away.
They did not see the smouldering,
the burning in that bin
The origami scraps,
Folded as swans,
Too charred to fly away.
Sadly written on the innards of the origami swans,
Words carried on love letters never to be seen again.
Their love was carried away on a puff of white smoke.
(c) Livvi

Tonight I went to see a band,
A kicking band of wild sounds,
Gaelic in origin,
passionate in sound,
tin whistles and bagpipes,
hot wild stage lights,
Not one word was sung,
but the music sure stung.

And then I saw him stood there,
he looked a lot like you,
he did wear a wedding ring,
oh goodness how I sighed,
I got up close and personal,
much closer than I should have been,
took a quick look out of my bright eye,
'Twas only then I noticed the wedding band bore one long word,
engraved into the wearers heart,
Rather like mine too,
The band he wore spoke Poetry,
similar in kind to me,
very kind indeed,
but it wasn't you it couldn't be,
to tell the truth I didn't really expect it to be thee,
as the could only ever be one of you,
you're the original!
(C) Livvi

ORIGINAL

Child,
I can pick up a pencil,
I can guide your hand to form shapes of letters,
Of italic form, tall slanting and delicate.
I can even show you how to create block letters in three d,
shading edges,hinting shots of black and white,
I'm quite creative you see,
I am an original,
I have my own style.
Can be no other like me,
Never can be.
I can explain  meanings of words and alternative pens,
I can craft a garden of words,
descriptions of colours and visible smells,
I can provide vivid and dashing,
darkness and light,
Love and laughter, for ever after,
I can cultivate passion and fashion,
just using my pen,
But,  my child,
I can't teach you to write poetry,
I can help you feel ideas,
If only you wanted me too!
(C) Livvi