Anger creeping everywhere.
Sloth like shadows.
From windows emerged.
Carried on hurricanes.
Disturbing paths of aeroplanes.
Dirges and dogs.
Abrupt coating logs.
Kicked by tempers.
Voices of monsters, who lurk in the dark.
Wearing stifling headscarves, as they fight in the park.
Beer in.
Brains fell out.
Anger eruption without absolution.
No apologies.
Nor remarks.
Anger throws leaf mould, leaving no marks.
(C) LIVVI

She opened her eyes early this morning,
Her hand smoothing Betty's *****,
It writhed and wriggled at the touch of her hand,
It was very, very fluffy.
She loved the feeling of the human hand,
Her best friends moggy, made no demands.
(C) Livvi

Annie Chapman, the maiden Smith,
******* daughter of a soldier born,
Parents entered joy of wedlock,
When ******* girl was still a baby.

Got married herself in 1869,
Had three children sweet,
First sweet daughter Emily,
Captured by meningitis bug,
Stole their eldest gal away,
Second child was a lad named John, born tragically disabled,
A third daughter born 1884 who ran away with the circus seeking some fun, when grown.

Marriage crumbled,
Due to sorrow,
Loss of daughter,
Destroyed all tomorrows,
Son was put into institution,
So they could not go on,
Drifted apart on a tide of drink,
Only way not to think,
Separated fell apart in 1884,

Lady 'Annie', with sorrowful heart and hair of brown,
Known as 'Dark Annie'
Maybe because she wore a frown,
She was the victim blessed with civility,
Until the drink contorted her,
Bending her mind,

Early as the daylight rose,
She had found a dark haired fellow,
Wearing deerstalker,
Maybe a friend of Holmes himself,
Although it's sadly doubted,
Probably a client, looking for her wares,

Body slain, lain on the floor,
Not far from her gate,
Throat slashed, viscera scattered around,
Coating her shoulders , with blood spattered dressings,

A neckerchief in situ,
Had he maybe provided a most unpleasant gift,
No financial donation for this poor lady,
Asphyxiation for the lady, she didn't take her daily pills,

Queer perhaps,
Her murderer knew what to do,
Maybe vile ****** man was medical in origin,
Some speculation hinted,
The ****** weapon was an autopsy knife!

This is the story of the second Jack the Ripper victim.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Heading to the land of town,
On my face I wear a frown,
Not my usual silly smile,
Was going to cruise around the world this morning,
Okay, maybe slight exaggeration,
Would still be staying in this fine nation,
Where I could find you, be your girl,
Still instead all forces conspired,
Feeling stressed a little wired,
A week off denied,
She sat and she cried,
Bit tragic, to not be there and miss our magic,
Still one of those silly things,
Will be back in two or three hours,
At least for today I can write,
To write about true love, darkness and flowers,
The joy of work and all it brings!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I once ******* a chicken, he really was quite nice.
Although he really couldn't fly, that  sweet chicken did take flight.
He was very tall and slender, rather a mind ******.
In art and craft was sometimes daft, but had a heart of gold.
Sadly irrepressible in the end, I left him cold.
I didn't want to, as he was  really rather hot.
I could pick him and bring him home and feed him lots of ***!
(C) Livvi

Anonymous!

Tell me what's her name my friend.
The one who stole your heart away.
Noisy siren, snatched your beautiful heart.
Entrapped in words ideal.
She powered by a pen.
Ignited by war my child.

Sometimes fired from summer sun.
Winter rain.
Hailstones biting.
Causing pain.
Sometimes cruel and vile.
Human love discarded.
Dumped on the pile

Words strung on a harpsichord score.
Lost love has a date with destiny.
Destiny wholly untrue.
Two anonymous writers.
Write day and night.
Sort of seeking recognition.

Potential footsteps lead to perdition.
Hope and pray not.
Their only prey is words.
My soliloquy she cries in solitude.
Solipsist by choice.
In her sophistication!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

A churchyard of sinners, cooks on low heat.
Maybe determined to meet, the man who in spirit, the one who is meant to be kind, but accidentally crept out of his mind.
So, what do they seek?
A stroke of inspiration, wielding passion, attached to the end of a sword.
The sword being the spoken word, pronounced at high volume,but always ignored, a cry for help,  sadly unheard.
Playing games in decibels of rackets, maybe a slight squash, a candy crush.
This thing's getting tricky, it's terribly sticky.
When the mallet of croquet, bashes in nails, as coffins are sealed.
Before the funeral bell, plays its one tone soliloquy.
While waiting for ground to be fed.
As in silence, he, bids "goodbye", to  his friends.
How dare he, he who had the audacity to go and die.
By his own fair hand, so very unfair.
(C) LIVVI

A Washington Morning.
Another sad one.
A rampage of shooting.
More innocents.
No sense.
Not yet been told why.
One slaughterer slaughtered.
The ****** of crows flew.
Maybe a portent.
Dawn of a black doom.
So harsh.
So sad.
Why the hell did the world turn black.
When lunatic humans hit back in attack!

So sad for you.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Good morning world,
Sky bight and blue,
Woke up early, what to do!
Just another day to go,
To go  amuse my life away,
The joy of work invites me,
Enticing me in unbridled fashion,
Yea, I spend my day  laughing through every wonderful day!
But only when I'm somewhere else!
Olivia Kent 2013

Stumbled from a dream,
Tripped along a silken path,
Flowers bless enamel,
Got diamonds in my bath,
Candles twinkle merrily,
Verily,
As in his mind I bathe,
Always!


His pleasant presence, swirls before my eyes,
Blessing my cheeks,
Scolding my tears,
Souls not sold,
Between two, of sparking minds entwined,
Always in each other's thoughts,
A tryst of mutual trust between us,
Lives,
Paradise not lost!

Stepped from a page,
Straight into a fantasy,
Where you're still you and I'm still me!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Red ones,
White ones.
Even ones that nip ones.
Even annoying ones with wings.
Running wild through the fields.
Partying in the garden.
Or dancing on air.
In swarms they come.
Avoiding wrath of beaks of birds.
Or heavy feet.
Insects in miniature.
Lifting strength of Hercules.
It has been said in fantasy.
A line of white upon the floor.
Will keep these creatures away from the door.
All in folklore.
If in your kitchen them you find.
A cruelty of water boiling.
The only way to them dispatch.
These creatures they are clever.
Ingenious in fact.
Nature's survivors.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

An Unexpected Gift!

A donation received, from heaven sent,
When angels dropped you in my lap,
I'd wandered,stumbling along the way,
Until you came that winters day,
When my feelings became blessed,
You caught me as a butterfly,
Fragile as a love song, carried on a hurricane,
Whirling, swirling, easily broken,
I'm lost, I'm blown away!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Delicate as a desert flower,
Six foot two, a flood of tears,
Shaking,
a result of experience,
the field of war,
the field with no grass,
The bullet scored him as it flew,
In wanton wishes, for death's cold calling,
she left her mark upon his skin,
A down turned smile cried,
stuck inside his head,
If only they could have put a blindfold on, and shot him proper,
he sooner would be dead,
Not haunted by memories,
Or of pain physical, psychological,
Of dark days in the desert sun.
(C) Livvi

I have a photograph of you.
A fatalistic image stuck in my eye.
Like a piece of ***** grit.
Sharp and caustic.
With acidic bite.
Picture ripped, torn into thirds.
Spread between you and I.
Via fantastic words.


His pessimistic transparency.
Shot him in the foot.
Foot dripped claret.
A carpet ruined.
Stained with blood of the obscene.

Nightmares melted into dreams.
Temperate,
Into honest evaporation dissolved.
In rebellion,my heart's released.
The compassionate one once more is free.
A rapid hummingbird.
Sweet nectar, pure extraction.

On the next day you are released.
For after your birthday tomorrow,
Darling I only pray you rest in peace.
The delicate flower washed away.
Free to dance and write and play.
Forever and another day.
Alone and sour.
A salty twang.
Goodbye my sweet,
All gone.
Bang!




By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

A poet is a strange creature.
Filled with such eccentricity.
Inspired by fire.
Dancing with diamonds.
Playing with devils and fiddling with flowerpots.
Fighting with mischief, sobbed into a handkerchief.
Mopped up by words, carried away on the wings of birds.
Making babies every day.
Babies of poems, made out of all things.
Let us poets see what the next line brings.
(c) Livvi

For Andy,Your poem, As Requested!

Early evening.
Noticed bus fifteen hundred and sixty four.
Just escaped the traffic jam.
A sticky situation.

Bus full of loons.
Tomorrow's future.
Acting drunk and immature.

Drove up to the factory gate.
Decided they wanted not to wait.
The gate was locked.

Gang of drunken loony tunes were going on the rob.
The scaled the gate.
Ran amok.

Wanted to see what was left.
The factory shut.
A scavenging they went.

Found nothing but a few old tyres.
A few circuit boards and a couple of wires.
Heavy boots the copper came.
To investigate their crazy game.

The students heard him coming in.
Ran away made such a din.
Jumped back over locked gate.
To await.
Return trip.
Empty handed on the fifteen sixty four!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In your shadow I sit thinking of times long past.
Thinking of sparkling Catherine wheels, on a guy Fawkes night long ago.
Thinking about true love in hot sands, under our feet between our toes, blistering summer days.
That's how it goes.
Warm water trivially trickling beside us as we played.
Thinking about the time on the hill.
When we sled down on a rickety sledge, when you fell off landed straight in the hedge.
Thinking about cold chill when you left.
Felt bereft, neglected, dejected, rejected.
What more can I say, except the fact that in my mind you never lived anyway!
(c)LIVVI 2013

APPLICATION FORM
Once I was in love.
I loved love.
Wanted to serve it.
Loved it when it functioned good.
Then it fell apart.
My heart is merely cardiac.

If you heat it slowly,
Give it a gentle simmer
Somewhere in the future,
may dwell a subtle glimmer.

If I look in the mirror,
I see no future love,
The mirror may be my security.
Can only visualise it,
from own imperfect point of view.

I am not a pessimist,
my glass, always half full.
Looking at the situation, as I stand,
I am nobodies loving fool.
On top of that I'm lonely,
but, I stash that as my secret,
I'm such a stubborn ****** ***.
A ****** *** all full of class.
I jest, In fact
I'm just a very loving,
poetry writing pest.
(c) Livvi

My fingers are highly charged,
they are itching to gently peel your clothes off,
layer by layer,
very slowly,
to run up and down your spine,
leaving you tingling at their gentle touch,
they want to tickle you,
but that may cheese you off,
what do you reckon?
they are suggesting that my lips reach out to kiss you,
they move up to your face,
they stroke your cheeks so red with passion,
my fingers are quivering,
they're shaking,
as if they're feeling cold,
but they're not,
they're feeling burning hot,
they're sparking and fizzing so much,
you can almost see the sparks,
my fingers want the rest of you,
but they're stopping me writing anymore,
you know why?
Because they want you you to think what you'd like them to do next!
(C) Livvi

Rose quartz laid beneath the soil.
Amidst the diamonds.
Rewards grown underground.
Never to be found.
The sleepers with the bony fingers, clasp tight the gifts they bear.
Only the grave robbers care.
Not scared of raking up the earth.
Merry makers making mirth.
Past times.
Passed times.
Pieces of pewter.
Old crocks.
In bed with old crocks.
Mounds of dead soil.
Piles rocks.
Curled up remains of mortal child.
Long since gone.
Mystery of history.
Revealed, unfeeling.
Respectful.
(C) LIVVI

Easter chicks.
Lay chocolate eggs.
And the lamb be bought to slaughter.
The lamb be that of innocence the son of God.
Jesus.
Who was so relieved of mortal life.
Pray let his sacrifice, absolve the world from mortal sin.
(c)Livvi

In silence we sit.
Staring into each others eyes.
Piercing as rapiers.
Straight through to the other side.
Silently thinking inside our mothball filled heads.
Striking each other, with mental intuition Womanly wiles, coiled as snakes,
Swollen before shedding their skin.
Assassins in silence, diligently plotting next moves.
Coils of passion.
Stilettos fashion.
And you,
You waded into the waters of my mind wearing your bright yellow wellies and little else.
I laughed so much I almost cried.
One argument dispelled.
(c) Livvi

It smells like love is in the air.
Shower gel and perfume sent.
Diffusing attraction.
Air conditioning unit.

Thinking of thanking the wearer for brightening every day.
Oh forever,
Heaven scent.
(C)LIVVI

Sketches depicted in common words.
Paint almost Godly photographs.
Describes in words.
The fire of chill.
And heat alike.
Colours and hues.
The wind of force and the controlling pain.
Vibrancy and dismal dull.

Words that give us thoughts to mull over.
Singing the blues.
All the nib of a pen gives.
The pen that lives.
Those words of scribes.
Passionate pens make love and battle.
Of rampant *** and magic hex.

Power of the simple word.
Build mountains and magnificent fountains.
All by description.
Love fires out from an exploding pen.
Memories written.
Never wasted.
Not ever forgotten.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

As a poem made of diamonds.
Unbreakable and ancient.
All in a collection of long lost dreams.
Fading into insignificance.
Much too fast
As enduring a love .
So meant to last

As a shadow.
She wrote deep on your wall.
Engraved dense in your heart.
Scribbled over your soul.
A soul with a hole.

A whole soul sold out.
Drilled out with a pencil.
That can be used.
Never be broke.
Written in words.
But never abused.

Not for abusing.
In words just amusing.
In poems fired up with passion of magic.

As a lady in waiting, patiently.
For him to come home from his war.
As an entirety of the being .
He was before.
The vacant face in his empty space.
Her face is not empty.

As a glowing warmth.
As a blessing in disguise.
As a hole in his world.
Needing filling with care.
Without eating away at him.
His,his cute princess.
Won't get in his hair.
(C) Livvi 29/11/2013.

You sat her on a pedestal beside a grand piano.
You held her heart upon a string,
were united together by a golden balloon,
which acted as a yo-yo ,
flying high above the moon,
starry skies and butterflies,
Just so you could touch her,
like no other ever could,
and she said ,
Only you,
would she ever touch again,
Be at one with,
never again,
Her eyes are stained as glass tear drops fall,
Fed by sorrow's pain.
You are the cherub,
the innocent,
and her,
She's the beautiful demon inside,
who plays on your head,
tying strings of regret.
And around your throat they're choking you,
Exorcism of tears,
Then you know the demon won.
(c) Livvi

I have a secret,
It's not a bad secret,
in fact,
I stash it underneath,
my floppy purple summer hat,
it's rather cool,
It is very naughty,
It's really rather cute,
The secret says I love you,
In heart shaped custard kisses,
It shouts quiet quietly,
That secrets not allowed,
You see,
No longer sweetheart,
Can you be my secret,
The one that keeps me awake at night,
And feeds me everyday.
(C) Livvi

She sits in the dark,
As the darkness of night fell once again,
Sleeps in silence till the call of the lark,
While she sleeps, she lets go of her pen,
With morning comes the joy of work,
When the sunrises, she ventures out from her cover,
Work the thing, she'll never shirk,
With head in a blur, she there leaves her lover,
Her alarm clock, charms her out of bed,
Then she can leave her cosy lair,
So she can go and earn her bread,
After combing her silken hair,
Got to earn her daily pay,
Makes her money, so she can play!
(c) LIVVI

In a degree from a travelling tree, stands a tree of knowledge.
Created from minds of many, descriptions and paradigms, from the brains of men.
The sacrificial tree yields her wares, so the learners can learn.
Children in classes of  mischievous masses,the old women who struggle to read through thick glasses.
The joy of the word, is spread by the tongues, of many in difference, all over the world ,their joy exported a passport of paper.
With open borders, travel allowed,  take it for granted, the world.
Now it's a smaller place.
The crumpled up newspaper left on the chair, made of paper,keeps us aware.
Trials and tribulations, all duly noted, discarded and dumped, hopefully in the recycling bin.
LIVVI 2014

Glowing snow lay weeping branch
Winter bird,cold feet.
Shivers.
(c)LIVVI

Behind the smile lurks insecurity,
Within the eyes hid pain,
All living there insidiously,
Within the heart lay dreams,
Visual images that in head space dwell,
Seen when the body is awake,

When the clock ticks magic moments,
Resounding tick tock echoes,
Sounds all rattle through my brain,
Somewhat irrepressible,
The clock reminds me I'm alive,
Hearing all it's comments,

One thing I have noticed,
The clocks all sing in perfect time,
They start to sing so loudly,
Still in their perfect harmony,
When all alarms invade,
Announcing in their irksome serenade,
In unison screaming out in not so dulcet tones
Get up and make your tea....,
Very abruptly, very soon,
Another work day's calling thee!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

She’d camp out over night for you.
Her body kissed by morning dew,
She’d steal a million stars for you,
She’d stash them in her piggy bank.
She’s saving them to buy your heart.
She’d walk on broken glass for you,
She’d tie her tongue in knots for you.
But love;
Love is out of her league.
She swam upstream,
Struggling with the tide,
From the river side he watches,
With tear-filled eyes,
Enriched with inability,
To meet her heart and hold it,
The way he held her hand.
© Livvi

For this is a swan song.
A final curtain call.
Never seen a dead swan lain on the river bank.
Wondering where they go to die.
A sweet song for swans written.
An exercise in eloquence.
Bedecked in full white plumage.
In elegance she glides, as they glide, a family.
With their swan lake family.
Pen floats next to cob swan with cygnets dancing alongside.
Protected creatures cosseted, for Ma'am of the realm.
These ugly ducklings grew into quilted passions.
A passion of beautiful aggression is what we will receive.
Should we stupidly disturb?
These beauteous, arrogant tranquil birds.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Pray tell, what is this thing called blessed love?
Is it a gift to be cosseted in bright red felt?
A gift to be given from powers above?
Skin all wrapped in floral pelt,
Can we all find it ******* with a smile?
Between us n'er  let love drive a rift,
Only once in a beautiful while,
A present, a total gift,
Giving true pleasure,
Carried upon a waft of joy,
Love given at leisure,
For a beautiful woman, from an angelic boy,
As the tears created, caused their own puddle
Love got lost, she's all in a muddle,

Blessed not am I, with financial wealth.
Treasures are given in souls of family.
Given a baby in perfect health.
Escaped from cossetted womb, now free.
A boy so precious, hair of down.
Dainty ears and tiny eyes.
May he never draw a frown.
Adore him even when he cries.
Aroma  of pure newborn scent.
Give him all the love you've got.
Darling boy, pure heaven sent.
Laid as precious treasure in his cot.
Stand up for him, henceforth defend.
On you may he always rely,his grandma and his friend.
(c) Livvi

Sweet song of the morning,
Bring forth wishes,
Of sweetness of sunshine, forever be dawning,
As a day anew grants sunny kisses,
Sunlight greets thine eyes,
Aft  all stormy weather,
And the windy blast lies,
From thy wind safely tether,
Pray thy sun shines the morrow,
And the rain not more come,
Bring no more sorrow,
May the wind stay dumb,
Bring summer time in with warm touch,
Pray winter begone spring is needed so much.
(c) LIVVI

Refreshments anyone?
the sky opened,
the clouds exploded,
party lights flashing through the soggy skies,
thunder thrashed the silence,
the window's dressed in decadence,
maybe someone spilled their drinks,
me thinks,
it's already feels better,
now riotous raindrops,
refresh the lawn.

I so love a grand storm,
sets my head free!
(C) Livvi

Morning of beauty,
Sky clear and blue,
The blessing of springtime, kisses my tree,
Pray have a great day, both me and you,
The flowers are blooming,
The grass is bright green,
Bring us a package of glorious spring,
So clearly seen,
Let the weather stay pleasant,
With no sign of snow,
Lets us bear not the brunt,
May the flowers still grow.
Give us the sunshine,
As basking in sunlight, is just truly fine!
(C) LIVVI

Sushi lies, shining eyes.
Diamond mines and speeding fines.
Wines and wonders.
Many blunders.
Imperfections,
Rejections,
Cash injections.
Saving grace.
Losing face.
Firing gun, setting sun.
Suicide bomber's numbers up.
Sadly, badly.
Crazily madly.
Laying beyond.
Into future.
Kingdom come.
Setting sun.
So many tears.
So many cry.
Man and his madness.
Makes cherished world die.
Created of vinyl.
Beaten by heat.
This place is not sweet.
Disgraceful ****** taking place daily.
(c) Livvi

What does freedom look like?
Where can it be seen?
Is freedom wonderful.
Does it feel serene?
Is it maybe a billowing continental quilt pastiche.
Pastel peach in hue.
Is it coated in feathery down,as the skin of the said peach.
Or is shiny, but sharply sweet, as the complimentary dual shiny colours.
Presented n the perfect nectarine.
What does freedom taste like
It probably tastes like images that flow,
To tell the truth, nobody knows!
(C) Livvi

Budded, broke unto true bloom.
Petunia by any name.
Stalking petals in the room.
Presence of flowers but, a game.
Silken twists of pretty petal.
Thine beauty played to music loud
To the hell of heavy metal.
Enough to wake dead ones, in the crowd.
Sleeping souls that cannot hear.
Beat of tree trunks as they fall.
Holding none, who still live dear.
Trunks of trees, making poles, as such support, the sleepers call.
The voice of twisted sisters here.
Listen close and thy shall hear
(c)Livvi

A Touch, My God a Touch too Much!

You kiss me,
I trickle,
Kiss the velvet underground,
I shake, I shiver, quivering when involuntary spasm drowns,
Besotted drenched in wails,
Kissed with lust filled love inside,
Ripples riding loves floes,
Cream dripped,
Smiles,
This pussycat is satisfied!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

At the Waters Edge
As the tide laps onto the shore
So shall it flow.
Eternally.

Wanting you more.
We stand on the beach watching gulls swoop.
Sadly,only  images in our minds.
Scraps of the past,
captured by gulls.
Tossed on white horses,
They go with the flow.

As do you and I.
Bouncing on currents of warm salty air.
Smell the seashore.
Taste it.
Taste it ,
as we taste love.
Feel it, as we  hold each other close in mind.

We could be oar less rowing boats.
Drifting aimlessly on rushing ripples.
Like the weather, they change course.
Lifted and falling ever of course.

Vanilla ice cream.
Strawberry  syrup.
Dripping from cornets.
To learn of your likes.
You may not like ice cream.
Nor strawberry sauce.
As we grow together for sure.
We'll discover more.


I yearn to hold you.

To survey the stars in the sky,

two of us as one.
Want no more,
To stroll alone on the shore.
I have a hand that needs holding.

Held empty too long.

Paddle in beach shoes.

To feel the swell water.
Warmed by the sun.
It's  waiting for you.

Time nor tide will stop and wait
But always I shall wait,
always for you.

To  watch sunsets  and rises.

Morning surprises.
Coffee and croissants.

Straw hats and boaters.

I'd climb to the cliff tops to hold you again.
You my darling.

I know you feel the same.
You feel the same.
I know that you do.
Distance before us.
If only you knew.

Drifting out to sea.

Then home again.
Safe in my arms.
One day my darling.
You and I will be us.
(c)Livvi MMCV