Feelings are a fantasy,
Star studded,
Very stupid game,
Emotions are just power blessed,
Laced with blood and brain.

A rare exotic tiger,
Love,
She hides in long grass ,
As he dances,

On graves of darkness,
Crouches,
Ready to destroy.

She,
That's me,
A beautiful trinket,
Locked in encrusted jewel box,

Not playing for peals of wedding bells weals,
Wedding bells just give me hell,
In a hotchpotch mess of fools desires,

I am your weeping cross,
Laid by the wayside,
Please repent,
Hell,
I'm not begging you.

Weltschmerz,(world weary)
In this whisky bottle world,
Heart pain,
The fantasy in which you hang,
Not a real man,

Just mixed in with life's emotions,
Spilled over,

Stuck in spiders web,
A dream of online lies.
While indecision cries!
A fool I am,
A fool you are!
Adorned with mania's crown,
Wrapped up in satin dress!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Stuck fast.
Two tongues.
No need to rip apart.
Ice sticks.
Lollipops for licking.
Fragile dipped on wooden sticks.
Sweet love of feline lady.
In battleship grey concealed.
The once openness of heart removed.
Stars bow down in crouching grace.

Tried to catch the suns rays.
Dared to try.
Fingers of children burned.
Uplifting the sullen face.
Extort a stupid smile.
(C) Livvi x 2014

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
Makes the mind begin to wander.
Sambuca shots make pussycats out of the simplest one.
Swimming round with coffee beans.
Alight.
Alive.
Smell the smallest taste.
Before it even smacks your lips.
Tongue and tonsil tickling.
The morning after the night before.
More pickled than an onion.
(c)Livvi

Puppet image, sorrowful,
Rouge dusted sparkles bless his cheeks,
Such childlike image, as cheery angel,
Gay, misled by teen fantasy,
Hair coiffured not a whisper out of place,
In faded denim hot pants,
Appears out of place,
Parading as a shop mannequin,
Like a tiny harlequin,
Lust for some emotion,
Advertising wares for sale, in aim of a promotion,
A sad commodity,
Full of ****** satisfaction,
Young men, old men , suited men and booted men,
Seeking cutie prey,
Maybe,Streets paved in gold,
Fools gold in the truth was found,
Impure truth was the only thing he ever bought!
Prince Albert,although not his **** in truth,
Instead pond life **** took on the role, with cruel control,
Lives in land where tragic lies, and sorrow becomes magnified,
The shards of all, is ****** fantasies.
As an immigrant to land of city lights,
I see through windows fogged by city smoke!
Visualising through caring eyes,
What I see appalls me deep within,
Tears my soul to tears!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Pinnochio and The Queen
Puppet image, sorrowful,
Rouge dusted sparkles bless his cheeks,
Such childlike image, as cheery angel,
Gay, misled by teen fantasy,
Hair coiffured not a whisper out of place,
In faded denim hot pants,
Appears out of place,
Parading as a shop mannequin,
Like a tiny harlequin,
Lust for some emotion,
Advertising wares for sale, in aim of a promotion,
A sad commodity,
Full of ****** satisfaction,
Young men, old men , suited men and booted men,
Seeking cutie prey,
Maybe,Streets paved in gold,
Fools gold in the truth was found,
Impure truth was the only thing he ever bought!
Prince Albert,although not his **** in truth,
Instead pond life **** took on the role, with cruel control,
Lives in land where tragic lies, and sorrow becomes magnified,
The shards of all, is ****** fantasies.
As an immigrant to land of city lights,
I see through windows fogged by city smoke!
Visualising through caring eyes,
What I see appalls me deep within,
Tears my soul to tears!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Pinnocchio and the Queen!
Puppet image, sorrowful,
Rouge dusted sparkles bless his cheeks,
Such childlike image, as cheery angel,
Gay, misled by teen fantasy,
Hair coiffured not a whisper out of place,
In faded denim hot pants,
Appears out of place,
Parading as a shop mannequin,
Like a tiny harlequin,
Lust for some emotion,
Advertising wares for sale, in aim of a promotion,
A sad commodity,
Full of ****** satisfaction,
Young men, old men , suited men and booted men,
Seeking cutie prey,
Maybe,Streets paved in gold,
Fools gold in the truth was found,
Impure truth was the only thing he ever bought!
Prince Albert,although not his **** in truth,
Instead pond life **** took on the role, with cruel control,
Lives in land where tragic lies, and sorrow becomes magnified,
The shards of all, is ****** fantasies.
As an immigrant to land of city lights,
I see through windows fogged by city smoke!
Visualising through caring eyes,
What I see appalls me deep within,
Tears my soul to tears!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

He asked her if she wanted a pint.
Of course she did, said she.
Then a message flew right in.
There came a blunt voice suggesting, can I climb into your skin?
"Hell no"said her.
She said hello, then his proposition came.
"You up for a bit of fun?".
Her idea of fun may be different to his.
She's not playing stupid game.
There was thunder in his sails,
A pumping iron inflated ego.
She blew his desires right out of the water.
She's a decent chick,
She ain't no devils' daughter.
Needless to say she ain't going.
The all seeing eye has seen it before ,
All knowing.
****** men, all out for what they can get.
Just as well, he's out of luck.
Desires for me .
He must forget.
(c)Livvi

Walking through raindrops.
Autumn raindrops.
Heading for the river.
Car flies past it splashes me.
I wave my fist in anger.
Grr, hearing those expletives.
The pretty lady shouts.

Get to the river bank.
Walking almost alone.
The company of bobbing ducks and a solo floating cob swan.
Watching them drifting for a moment or two.
One quick look.
Now they're gone.

A walk in the rain.
Obscurer of pain.
Love walking.
Fighting drops.
Hope the rain never stops.
Walking for Sunday.
Beating Sorrow.
Hoping it rains again in the morrow.
Normally loathsome rain.
(c) Livvi

The cathedral, tall as treetops, stood behind the broken land.
Echoing bells.
They rang throughout the city streets.
Requesting deliverance.
"Bring out your dead"
Tolled out by those who won.
Or as yet had not succumbed.
The broken ones cried out in vain.
Life could never be the same.
Daily, here passed by the cart,
Attendance of the red-crossed doors,
Passed by time.
And time before.
Bells called to the parishioners.
Please have faith, or so it seemed.

The cart approached another door.
The occupants were doomed for sure.
Of faith and love, of truth and lies,
The family of the dead do die.
There is no choice.
No simple voice.
Very little chance of life.  
Old Mr Smithers, he lost his wife.

Today with modern medicine.
Perhaps they would have stood a chance.
(C) LIVVI

Believed she  was forever young.
The tides they told her with their sound, as they pounded the immortal shore.
The wheat in the fields bowed and rustled,swinging to the beat of time.
One man entirely dressed in black, enforced the fact the mother earth be failing fast.
For she be not immortal after all.
Shut up.
Listen.
Hear her call.
Once man thought he had it all.

Bees still buzzing furiously.
The word is on the block.
Butterflies flit on fragile wind.
Man sees how much these creatures mind.
People power set our mother free.
Nurture her upon our knees
No more wanton war destruction.
May our planet live in peace.
Breathe in the air.
Pray sweet release.
(c)Livvi

Got grabbed tight by a grizzly bear.
He rumbled and mauled me.
My screams went unnoticed.
For a millisecond in time.
I held my breath and how I prayed.
He pretended to chuck me down the stairs.
That wild rampant grizzly bear.
Six foot four and very scary.
Extremely hairy.

He's a caring grizzly bear.
He's my grumpy son.
He thinks it's just a giggle, seeing his frightened mummy wriggle.
He's only romping around in fun.
He'd never really hurt his mum.
Normally a gentle giant, who stepped straight from fairy tales of old.
He doesn't bite at all.
In teenage days of idiocy, he wasn't always quite so choice.
Now he plays at mummy chucking, 'cos he likes to hear my voice.
(c) Livvi

I met a cricket in my hall.
It wasn't one of Buddy's.
He stopped and conversed with me, in words unspoken but still understood.
He rubbed his legs together as if to say.
I shall not "Enter the Dragon", before he hopped away.
(C) LIVVI

Dare me not to say I love you.
Dare me to, I know you'll try.
My blood flows colder than the seas.
Waters that engulfed Titanic, seriously warmer than me!
All I seek is friendship.
From comrades and like minded friends.
This sour heart wants no home.
It's had as much as it can take.
Became brittle.
Wants not to  risk another break.
Lost my heart, but not my soul.
Just a little while ago.
Blue blood of royalty is not mine, but  my blood of ice, still pumps just fine and always will be free.
Please be my friend but, don't want me.
(c)Livvi x 2014

Its raining again cried the queen of hearts,
when speaking with the jester.
The king of hearts got really jealous.
Such a silly card was he.

The queen of hearts she bowed and scraped.
with full respect intact.
The jester was a nuisance.
Wrong place.
Wrong time.
Always was
Joker man,.
He spent his life pestering her pretty  face.
Jester needs to let her be.
The king of clubs,
A party chap.
Queen of clubs, she partied too.
Far too much 'twas said.
She thought jesters conduct was really rather wrong.
As she passed the regal ****.
The queen of diamonds, she wore another royal ring.
She didn't want the diamond king.
Thrashed his great reputation.
The queen of hearts was her sweet lover.
A secret pact.
Twas, based on luck.
The chance of never getting caught.
Made such a pretty pair.
They did.
Two ladies in red.
They had an affair.
The jester crept into the room.
Saw the king of hearts distress on hearing this dark news.
Snatched the hand of the king of hearts.
Stole him by the hand.
The king of hearts was also gay.
(c) Livvi

He slung his jacket on the back of the chair.
The office held a chill this day.
He rolled his pen between his fingers.
He often did.
Before he started his thankless task.
This day he had hell to pay.
Straightened his perfect black tie.
Today the day the bad man dies.

Together the anonymous chap and his friend.
Decided to make do and mend.
Left the office.
Upon the final orders, of the man with the black cap.
In through the heavy wrought iron door.
A clang.
Such an almighty roar.

A soul collection.
Just past breakfast time.
The two of them are heard to say.
Heavy bracelets weigh upon his mind and wrists alike.
And so they go.

Into silence.
X marks the spot.
A hood covers the eyes of the hawk.
The heavy duty noose is placed in a carefully executed duty knot.
A few careful words.
Uttered by the damaged one.
The handle pulled.
The deed is done.

It's five 'o' clock.
He picks up his jacket from the back of the chair.
Almost as if, he doesn't care.
__________________
­
ENDING ONE

His daughter saunters up to him.
Smiling,
He hears her say.
"Daddy,what did you do today"?
She picks up her cat's cradle.
"Daddy, do you want to play"?
__________________­_
ALTERNATIVE ENDING
Excitedly she ran up to her daddy.
Eyes buzzing with thrill.
Notepad in hand.
Seven  blank lines crossed the bottom of the page
Daddy,  familiar with the game.
Threw the first letter across the crisp  white page.
"H " was first.
The next letters flew.
Matchstick man diagram,gradually created.
Last letter "N"
"M" in the centre.
Never completed the game.
The scaffold full before their game complete.
"HANGMAN"
(C) LIVVI

Playing on the Midnight Bridge

Gyrated at midnight.
Restless spirit.
Atmospheric, ethereal.
Vaguely visible through the smog.
Under the bridge of sighs.
He once cried.
The air infiltrated with wails of despair.
His pain cried louder than his voice.

Noble noose with its own perspective.
His treasured prize had gone.
Slipped as he blundered into night.
Forlorn.
A mistake not turning back.
Bridge became gibbet.
Dropped fast.
And he swung as he hung.
His heart destroyed by disloyal lover
Girlfriend committed greatest treason.
And he hung by Traitor’s Gate.

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sense my fear of flying,
my fear,
so fearful of falling in love again.
My barriers are solid,
fixed fast.

If a million stars should dare to fall,
I would try to catch them,
plant them down my garden path,
show me the way to go.
but stubborn as I am
I'd probably ignore them.

If only,
I could stop,
stop chasing my tail,
I would,
like a puppies tail,
my tail,
just can't be caught.

One day I shall fly again,
My wings they shall unfurl,

As a mirage,
in a barren desert,
maybe you'll appear,
then,
and only then,
I may discover that you are real.
(C) Livvi

In moments of contemplation our heads bow silently.
We are deep in thought, profound in nature.
Huddled together.
Internally begging.
Pleas to the powers that be, to set us free.
Collective consciousness please feed our positive power.
Pleas for consensus of opinions.
That they can only find a match stick without a coated head, so it may ignite no further.
Surely our fine deities would not approve, of all the evil deeds here done.

Just be another battle, that no-one ever won.
Release us of our burden.
By ways of tongues that utter logic.
Of brewing war that's eating at the core of too many sour apples,
So be it.
A message from Earth and her inhabitants to those in control of everybody's destiny.
(c)Livvi

Inhabiting a goldfish bowl.
Swimming relentlessly in circles.
Getting nowhere fast.
Occasionally you vary your route.
You will swim the diagonal path.
Little deviation.
Detained in eternal custody.
Now and then you **** a pebble.
Or tickle your abdomen on a strand of plastic ****.
Of course you may be itchy.
I guess nobody knows but you.
Then they stuck a friend in.
You didn't seem to like him much.
A lot less space.
You wonder if we still see you.
(C) LIVVI

What is it in a poet's brain that makes us what we are,
It is a seek of imagery,
In everything we see,
And in everything we do,
Amazing what we can do with blue,
What we can do with precious stones,
All us poets understand!

It is having an emotive heart to feed our art with fire,
An eye to see,
A mind to dream,
To live in virtual fatasy,
Interpretation's everything,
Unlock the door to using pen,
When you look and look again!

Write what you see,
See what you write,
Never found anything else with such might,
My pen, my notepad and computer fight,
In a battle none will never win,
For I write my heart and soul,
My only wish,
Is that the images I create,
Can be visualised by the reader too,
It is my one and only goal!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Wanted a man of poetry.
To come and ride the world with me.
Metaphorically of course.
Someone who writes to fulfill my desires.
Writes to me fully with love that inspires.

To bless me with words.
Undress me with tongue.
Put both our lives on a love filled page.
To curse and swear and love with rage.
Written on that poets page.

To tell me he loves me whenever he can.
To swear he's not merely mortal man.
Want no Gods.
No devils either.
Just want my poet to be there.

You think you're ideal sweet English man.
Send me a poem because you can!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Be not numb or dumb,
live not in eternal night,
live in bright lights and sparkles,
lift up from the doldrums,
while the heart it still sparkles,
as it speaks and it feels,
and it's fate becomes sealed,
no need,
Upon the lady he feeds,
No joke is she,
professing not unknown love,
known and rich,
Her love is given free,
to thee and only thee.
(C) Livvi

Ambulance chased harsh tragedy.
Took the young man home
Beep beep, crash.
Paddles without a boat.
Asystole.. gone gone gone.
Cadaver gave donation.
Thank you.
Bless his holy soul.
Pray may he rest in peace.


The diseased heart of the sad man beats.
Hammers a struggle every day.
Called in.
In a mighty dash.

Prepared for transplantation.
Of this wonderful donation.
Once alive cadaver renewed.
Invigorated.
Life lacking quality.
Was given quantity.

Once deceased heart beats on in another.
Released to live and breathe again.
Was much too young to die.

Four chambers full with emotion blooming.
The heart transplanted was that of a lover.
A poet.
The beating heart beat at a ton.
The battle won.
A tad too fast, but built to last.


The worthless one with no value.
Picked up a pen to write.
Poems of power flowed to the sea.
Up the mountains over the trees.
Strange enthusiasm.
Never before felt.
The hard cold man began to melt.

The victim of tragedy.
Left legacy.
Wholly unexpected.
The once was poet.
Renewed his heart.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Ambulance chased harsh tragedy.
Took the young man home
Beep beep, crash.
Paddles without a boat.
Asystole.. gone gone gone.
Cadaver gave donation.
Thank you.
Bless his holy soul.
Pray may he rest in peace.


The diseased heart of the sad man beats.
Hammers a struggle every day.
Called in.
In a mighty dash.

Prepared for transplantation.
Of this wonderful donation.
Once alive cadaver renewed.
Invigorated.
Life lacking quality.
Was given quantity.

Once deceased heart beats on in another.
Released to live and breathe again.
Was much too young to die.

Four chambers full with emotion blooming.
The heart transplanted was that of a lover.
A poet.
The beating heart beat at a ton.
The battle won.
A tad too fast, but built to last.


The worthless one with no value.
Picked up a pen to write.
Poems of power flowed to the sea.
Up the mountains over the trees.
Strange enthusiasm.
Never before felt.
The hard cold man began to melt.

The victim of tragedy.
Left legacy.
Wholly unexpected.
The once was poet.
Renewed his heart.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

He Spits at her through toxic tongue,
Although he is no serpent
She uses toxic pen and ink,
To make emotions bleed,
Torn to shreds,
He lashes her,
As in her bed she rests,

Lets vacant comments fly,
Disregarded as cheap trash.
Feeling indiscriminate,
Left her feeling not so great,
Venom flew into her eyes,
Blinded her to true loves' lies,
Curled up,
A vulnerable mess,
She stands in full defiance,
As deviance streams through her veins,
She 'll just strut her stuff.
Copywrite, Livvi Kent 01/06/2013

It's April Fools today.
Thought a laugh I would relay.
As child of nine or ten,  was given some astounding news.
Heard news from my teacher, a wild Mrs Knight.
She relayed a curious tale.
The tale of the ***** gentleman, who maybe being a mental man.
Rode Victoria Falls from top to bottom fast.
Mrs Knight she told us, that black man washed out pure white.
Finding this rather hard to believe.
That a teacher could her class deceive.
She was a yarpie, sung her story as wild harpy.
I remember very clearly the image of Mrs Knight.
With the face of a teabag and blazing red hair flaming bright.
Teachers in training always beware.
Ex pupils remember your lessons.
Years after they were there!
(c) Livvi

How he loves her, he's her anchor.
"If it wasn't for me you know"
He keeps her safe upon the path.
It's what he wants her to think.
The path she walks upon is lined with stones of diamonds.
Which catch the gift of sparkling light, apparently.
The light is just that, the only thing just about survives.
He thrives on his manipulation of her subservient position.
The lady of the house
He tells her that he loves her and he will never leave.
"No way".
In point of fact the *******'s playing a game of make believe.

He thinks he's a pilot, a ****** rudder.
Guiding the country badly.
A perverse person, who loves to take control.
He is a raging sadist, while ******* she is.
He beats her hard and makes her play, with bits and bobs she dare not say.
Makes her keep it to herself.
Upon the threat of imminent death, which f course will be well covered.
Wouldn't do to be discovered.
How dare she disgrace his position and say.
Politicians smile hides his other side away.
Nonces, ponces. abusers.
All for one and one for all.
Old boy network.
Bunch of jerks.
Livvi

A leader or a follower?
A sucker or a swallower?
(C) Livvi

Violence grabbed me, pushed me around, assaulted my ears.
You made me crazy.
Staggered up in a blind rage.
Decided to put an end, to this vile situation.
Left it intensive care, the ****** alarm that got in my hair.
Terminated its existence, for a little while.
Gave it a shock of CPR, I charged it up again.
Tomorrow, cosset it I shall.
For it will be my day off and a good rest one and all!
(C) LIVVI X

I'm so feeling today.
My friends cat went out to play this morning at dawn.
A guy in a car murdered him.
I'm sure it wasn't deliberate
It made me think about callous worlds and demon drivers.
My friend told me.
His cat was still warm when he found him.
Nine lives done, no lucky charm.
My face is wet.
As even poets cry.
(C) Livvi

Poppy fields of Flanders, conceal a million tragedies.
A hundred thousand fallen soldiers, tainted the grass crimson.
And so they fell.
Not much grass left.
Mainly churned up mud.
Destroyed by the feet of the soldiers' in passing.
They are passing out forever.
Some were mere boys who pledged allegiance to the heavy crown.
And so they fell,almost children,
Without objections.
Marched as boys.
Buried as heroes.
An almighty salute.
(C) Livvi

Moments of mischief hid in the cupboard. knowing then what I know now.

******* and elephants.
Mental men, a lonely cow.

Shining hair and satin pants.
Don't know how we gotten here.

Lost lovers in snow storms,
Values and norms.

Girlie blushers.
***** pushers.

Wealthy temples.
***** dens, lonely friends.
Garfunkel breaks his heart in a song.

Feeling you waiting in the wings, with many other pretty things.
(c) Livvi

PORCELAIN CASTLE.
She lives in a porcelain castle.
She's stuck in a butterfly net.
Forgetting that they ever met.
One another, each other together fighting always.
Ever biting back.
Porcelain's not good for castle building.
Don't you dare to forget, ever, never ever.
Porcelain castles they crack.
Fragile people hide inside.
Regretting things they can't decide.
Of yin and yang and cymbals bang.
Religious sounds of church bell clangers and hangers on.
Earrings of pearls and churlish girls.
Mothers and fathers and buckets of laughter.
Porcelain's not good for castle building.
Don't you dare to forget, ever, never ever
Porcelain castles they crack.
Clairvoyance dispelling of tears, well spent.
Destroying dark rumours over years and years.
She's crying without trying.
There ain't no more lying.
No biting or fighting.
Retrospective viewing the past with regret.
Heading for Dignity,
Luck of Lady Grey Day.
(c) Livvi

Ageing so  beautifully.
Classically as diamonds do, never ageing gracefully
Her eyes fire her up, fire you up too,
This Goddess,brings forth the huntress, out on the ****, for a thrill.
Never cheap.
This individual will never ever weep.
Just a kindly miss, not lonely,
So don't take the Michael.
Nourishment needed.
Overtly she's principled.
Quintessential English,
Rapturous as summer days and Sundays.
This trusting Utopian dreamer.
Vehement pen.
Wicked humour full of woman.
X rated at times,youthful and zany.
(C)Livvi

A weekend of chasing snails over the garden gate.
A never ending stream of work, fell from a pretty pen.
Indecorous facts of undressed penance.
The woman needs to rest in peace.
Oh deary me.
Or maybe dreary me.
There's too much for this girl to do.
Tap tap, rock, rock.
leans over the desk.
All this work is rather mean.
Emptied my drawers, found all that was lost.
A little amendment.....one hell of a cost.
and so I carry on.
Added a few new bits to boot.
Out with the printer and huge old box files.
She breathes insignificant, but some how still smiles.
Much better to have kept up to date.
You know what I mean mate?
(C) Livvi

Those spuds were all dug up,
using a fork of tempered steel,
The potatoes with all seeing eyes,
Met harvest with a fleeting glimpse.
Popped neatly in a washing up bowl.
Given a wholesome freshening shower.
Into a cooker where the pressure built so.
In their hearts they softened you know.
The bubbling water, it did go.
Pressure off with the flick of a switch,
The cook she stabbed them,
The *******.
Relieved the rather hot sensation,
Through the colander they went dry and amazing.
Drizzled them with just a trickle of milk,
Added a touch of butter and pepper.
Now with the seasoning all complete,
Mashed to bits.
Let's all eat.
Dinners up,
Sweet!
(c) Livvi

Today and Everyday.
I bathe in your honour.
Wallow in your warming touch.
Sometimes hiding from your chill.
But you are always there.
Stroking me.
You catch me unawares.
Unless I lose you for a moment.

I cannot live without you.
Never ever
You fill my lungs with life.
Aware you are always around.
Without you,
I should perish.
Of that,
I have no doubt.

So many need to share you.
Too many want you.
For you are not just mine.
First gasp of the infant precious.
Blooming into life.
Blessed to live again.
Breathe in the air!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

PRECIOUS
She's wearing the eye of the the tiger.
She supports the heavy weight of the world upon her finger,
Third finger left hand.
The lingering ring,
an annoying thing.
She demands nothing more or less.
It had to be a decent one,
she's really rather fussy,
she didn't want no crap.
She wanted diamonds,
Made only out of ice,
Wanted no commitment,
Dangling around her ears,
She danced around and danced some more,
Been similar for years.
Now the dust has settled down upon the sands of time,
She loves you and you alone,
as written down in rhyme.
(C) Livvi

Somewhere deep within the pages of a dating book,
possibly a dated book.
Feelings.
A little like dying.
Inside so cold.
Feeling like crying.
Sort of loved.
Then got lost.
All and sundry voice concerns.
Very loudly.
Distinctive moments spent.
Lessons learned.
Instructors and culture.
Govern the day.
She made you smile.
Life worth living.
Not permitted,
The young man not granted the gift of an obvious grin.
Still lost.
(C) Livvi

Smell the rain,
inhale,
breathe in the merry weather.
taste it,
kiss it,
it kisses you,
feel it,
wear it,
clothed in relief of raindrops.
Watch it dancing on the pavement,
it's playing laughter games,
for once in a lifetime,
welcome back magnificent rain!
(C) Olivia Kent a.k.a Livvi

He is a miracle,
a tiny creature,
laid in an incubator,
he struggles and fights,
better than Mohammed Ali,
he fights to keep the lights alive,
his body fits in his mothers hand,
but she cannot hold him,
just gently strokes his arm,
with a warm fingertip,
she wills him to survive,
a tube down his tiny nose,
supplies his nourishment,
his momma,
she sits and she waits,
and she waits and she sits,
he's too small to cry,
and he cannot look,
but they bonds,
more her, than he,
he is too small to know,
to feel to see,
an unbreakable bond,
she prays and she wishes,
she so wants to kiss him,
for the time being at least,
it's just daddy she kisses.
(C) Livvi

PRETTY ART
A pretty beast, a flaming heart.
Fires ignition, all for art.
Strands of ribbons.
Tangled up intrinsically.
In elastic,
Beauty bound.
From depths within the psychic hold.
Cold as snow drops.
They're kissing the rain.
Warm as ribbons, a little frayed.
Summer for winter winds,
Come along pray let us trade.
Beat winters marching.
His tyrant, his tirade.
Sharp and ****.
Poetic art.
Barter with him for lost summers bliss.
(C) Livvi

Princess!

She was the princess of his dreams.
Once.
Not long ago.
In a flash of power she wrote his name.
She was not true beauty.
She scratched her name across his heart.
Left power of a memory.
An itch he longs to scratch.
Crazy people.
Not mismatched.
Be it not a pseudonym.
Her being, gave him crazy blessings.
Helped him love again.
Once arose a smile within.
Though love be lost.
Once did win!
By ladylivvi1

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Principles!

A mountain of a man was he .
Staid in disciplines, filled with principles.
Was a challenge to her.
Her very being.
Theirs was a love as such,
She'd never known.
Nor never admitted.
By him the one.
A love she had never known before.
As in and out his head she flitted.
In words of rhyme and open verse.
Their love together has been cursed.
By the tongues of a thousand angels of war.
His goddess of sweet poetry.
Decreed together they must be free.
She is broken in need of fixing.
The weeping willow sits and cries.
The loss of him too much to bear.
But does he even care?
She'd like to think he does.

By ladylivvi1

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Untamed, she sang at the crescent moon,
She sang to the tune of "Au Claire de la Lune",
With a snide smile painted over her face,
She wore no lipstick,
It made her lips sticky,
She sang with perfection,
her voice tousled,
from twisted lace,
and she snored,
and she crawled,
all over the hill,
over the cliff tops,
at Portland bill,
she roared at the men on the prison ship,
who waited in vain for release.
Had a babe on her hip,
The baby belonged to the crescent moon,
a beautiful infant,
conceived of a prisoner,
Locked up for a while,
because he was vile,
he was so very young,
as he hung,
and he sung his own song,
The crying prisoner's,  
ghost was chained up in the jail,
She  had held him,
so tight in his darkness,
And her beautiful heart,
he'd impaled,
for he was a dangerous man,
Left behind, just her spirit,
with boy child,
who wailed and sang to the crescent moon.
(C) Livvi

Just rechecked they've all gone..guess someone else acted on it x

Profound!

Settling to doze.
Catnap called for.
Hand in hand.
They'd strolled through time.
Short in eternity.

Through darkness into light.
Bright green forest.
Streaming sunlight ,
Splitting sky.
Clear day.
Scent of the forest carried through the atmosphere.

So warm.
It was so very warm.
In a blanket of compassion.
Felt like they were twelve again.
With childlike vigour.
They promenaded.

From the forest floor the scenery changed.
Juxtaposed....so strange.
They could smell the sea.
With renewed crystal clear senses.
They could hear the oceans roar.
Collected seashells while they walked.

Justified dancing on the shore.
To be young again.
Feeling release.
Skimming stones of memory across the rolling tide.
Vivified in minds eye.

A pebble for their children.
One each.
One, two, three.
Wandered into waters edge.
Last drifting breaths to the edge.

Door clicked open.
There they lay.
The happy couple in eternal slumber.
Pill bottle placed neatly by the bed.
For heaven's sake both were dead!
By ladylivvi1

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