Temptation came and grabbed me,
Cherry dress,
Of deep red mess,
Spiked coronet around her head,

Madam love hugs held me,
So fake in his disguise,
Played with powerful poetess from dreams,
And once again she screams,

Leave in ignorance,
Total ignorance,
I bleed indeed!
In an honesty of long past lies,

Voraciously he held me,
All to sate his need,
He doesn't want to know me,
And he hates all poetry,

Where I write,
I find true friends,
May not know most really,
Probably never will,

What we see is what we get,
In game, set and match,
Where from my brain and pen alike,
More poetry I hatch!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

PROGRESSION
The ice queen,
She's clearing out her lair,
Step inside if you should dare.
Her heart is melting slowly,
it really needs to beat some more,
it's pumping passion,
love and lust,
it's a sad heart,
bleeding real tears.
It needs a good supply of love,
given from a chocolate box,
clutched only in a satin glove.

She needs the sky to melt,
maybe fall as sweetly scented rain,
not snow or hail.

All Hail, the ice queen,
She who bringeth,
Feelings forth and fiery,
Digs up lost emotions,
Devoted to love,
Maybe,
if she can shake off sorrow,
like a wet dog in the rain.
Plough the fields and scatter,
make new love once again.

"Come unto my parlour", said the spider to the fly.
(C) Livvi

Insult not a memory.
So blessed with kindness.
Touched with honey.
Stoked with decency.
Painted from soft brush.
Gentle sable.
Lower the sabre.
The powerful sword.
With hilt of guilt.
Let it be.
Not aggressive being.

Distressed.
Depressed.
Acrid tears.
Acid tongue.
Lemon lips.
Evil sharp,
So bitter.
Discarded amid leaf litter.
The autumn leaves they fell.
Deep within the mist.
Memories withheld.
Can’t you tell?

By ladylivvi1



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My life I would give up for you.
Sweet baby.
I would stand in front of a dashing car for you.
My life not as precious as yours.
Why I hear the reader say?
And to you I shall respond.
I need not ponder my decision.
As you are less than one.
And you are innocent and beautiful.
Your life will seem like it's eternal.
As children never realise that all are doomed to die.
Childhood is thrilling.
You have the fizz of sparkling wine.
Within the mind of curiosity.
Your limbs so young and flexible.
You'll maybe enjoy playing football or cricket.
Dancing like the child you are, you do that now with mummy's support.
Or whatever you should fancy, as your persona develops.
Breathe in the scent of evening flowers.
Maybe night scented Jasmine.
You will remember that.
Almost, cos I said you would.
I know I always do.
I also love the smell of the tiger lilies'. As the colours of their tango vibrancy, tickles my nose.
And flatter my eyes with the itching and tears, as my hay fever bites.
(c) Liv

P.T.S.D.

In a panic of mindless execution.
Power mongers poured their scorn on brothers.
Brothers in arms.
Comrades, friends, acquaintances alike.
All brothers in the band.
Field of war a blaze of claret.
Grass no longer green.

Was a killing field.
Seen all for real.
Now a dream.
A nightmare.
A ruinous one.
Crying.
In sweat of chill he awoke.

Seen too much.
Seen too many.
Destruction in a black robe.
Hub-bub banging in his head.
Night until dawn

The racket ran in side his head.
Visions through childlike eyes.
Disturbed by evil images of war.
Friends massacred as martyrs.
Fight for hopeless cause.
It was meant to be the war to end all wars.
They all lost their lives.

His friends.
Nowhere left to turn
Put a gun against his forehead.
How he felt that bullet burn.

She placed solitary rose of red upon the remnants of his head.
Kissed his memory goodbye.
Dropped to her knees.
Started to cry.
No one could tell her why he died.
A true love.
A good life.
Gone in a gunpowder flash.
By ladylivvi1

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Blind alleys of puppets.
They're strolling on strings.
Off into obsessive oblivion.
Then you go and die.
Who's gonna cry over your spilled pots of lies?
The switch was flicked in the dungeon of doom.
The one with affection ,you call your bedroom.
Flicked by she, not he.
She grins from ear to ear, like Carroll's Cheshire cat.
That was that, she is free.
She always was you see.
(C) LIVVI

The puppy sat by the door.
Near dying to go out.
Crying an abysmal wail
As if a naughty child.
Pawed and clawed the kitchen door.

No-one heard the honey pup.
Everyone was out.
Owner running late for work.
Neglected to let her run.
However could she forget.

It got to six a clock at night.
No-body came.
The tension built up.
Fluid build up.
Exploded sweet pup.
(metaphorically of course)

Owner came home.
Just couldn't be cross.
Cleaned up the muddle-some puddle.
Gave her puppy a hug.
Smiled to herself.
Said to puppy how sorry she was.
Cautionary tale acquired from here.
No matter how ever late you ever may be.
Put your cute puppy out to ***!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Watching t.v.
I start to cry.
My beautiful dog looks deep into my eyes.
She seems to be sensing my feelings.
Catching my emotions.
As if, she read my mind.
Never seen her move so fast.
I guess her love is meant to last.
She cured my tears with a snuggle.
Livvi x

It was a chemical romance you know, pure chemistry between them both.
As if the fairy of passion had sprinkled magic all around.
She came out with her ******, as he held her in his arms,
Just a box of chemicals, not really magic charms.
She smiled, as he loved her, the first time in many months.
You see, really was pure chemistry!

She tried to get up and wander away, he kept on going all of the day.
Both of these wonderful lovers fancied taking a walk.
Felt rather uncomfortable, strolling with stalk!
(C) Livvi

Freshly laundered coat of white.
Overnight the ****** visited.
Cold hands, no gloves displayed.
Without sound she tripped.
Over the sidewalk.
Was to become a ***** girl.
Sullied by the lies of men.

Over the city her limbs did splay.
Snowflakes,
Pure innocence, before the break of day.
While city slept, left at peace.
Left to rest.
Not yet corrupted by the soles of man or beast.
Veritable thrill of sterile chill.
By ladylivvi1

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I'm real, surreal in fact.
As we sat on the grass,
covered in slivers of broken glass,
Left by the lovers who sat there before,
Who wanted each other, but we wanted more,
We dozed on the grass,
not far from the underpass,
where old broken dreams dwelt,
and we felt,
the pain of a million lovers,
long since passed by,
rode on the storm with a needle full eye,
for they were blind,
And we are not,
What we once had it was never forgot.
Nor,
will it be,
as,
we are free thinkers,
with strands of sweet love,
coiled up tight,
in a pink satin glove!
(C) Livvi

***
He sidled up to her, no holds barred.
His eyes peeled her clothes voraciously.
Followed rapidly by his hands.
His mind lashing her to the bed stead.
His tongue cruised over her lips,  while chewing gently at her taut hips.
Her ******* sensed the warmth of his powerful touch.
He threw her down.
Hard, really hard.
His trousers fought to split under the pressure that built up.
****** tension welled, a volcano awaiting eruption.
He was enticed only by the spark in his heart.
This was more than ***, more than lust.
From his trousers his best friend bust.
He covered her form in oil, so sweet so succulent.
An enhancement in crazy sensation.
And then her heart he broke!
(c) Livvi

Mauve hair.
Not purple as an empress.
From the land of ancient Rome.
A little tough and really rough.
She roams the transport network.
Hops on board the number five.

She has in her company male children.
Sometimes four.
Often five.
In her company.
And a push chair.

Her and her brood use up all the chairs.
Ask them to move and she doesn't care.
She can be rude and rather abusive.
While her children continue to riot.

It will come as such a relief.
That on the bus that's often full
For the next few days they won't be there.

Thanks only to the yule season.
Off school for a few weeks vacation.
So we'll all get a seat on the way from the station!
By ladylivvi1

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Laying in the land of lies.
Kissing broken butterflies
Knows what she wants.
A tigress on the prowl.

Howling and squawking.
Howling and scowling.
Pawing, cat calling.
Pussycat growling.

Love laid roses on the path.
Tangled thorns and demon horns.
Thought she'd have a laugh.
Love she chooses lonely pawns.

Howling and squawking,
Howling and scowling
Pawing,cat calling.
Pussycat growling.

She snatches sweethearts.
Creating works of art.
Living on cupcakes.
Cementing works of art.
Breaking hearts and crushing bones.

Howling and squawking.
Howling and scowling.
Pawing, cat calling.
Pussycat growling.

Fingertips tips as razor blades.
Razor blades are on the ****.
Love dies screaming silently.
At wicked women's will.
Said goodbye.

Howling and squawking
No more talking.
Pussycat cat cuddles.
Snuggles and kittens.
(C) LIVVI

I smile.
When I smile my face wrinkles.
Several laughter lines trickle.
If I ***** up my funny face in a particular way.
I look a little like a pussycat.
This pussycat smiles.
(C) Livvi

Sat in the car at the back of beyond.
Beyond reasoning what I'm doing here.
I fear.
Anti clockwise rhythms, rhyming with the guy who's nice.
My head's obliterated and my heart is cool as ice.
He's a box of soppy.
She's a box of stroppy.
Confusing muses puzzling.
Nudging.
Percolating.
Brewing.
Never beer or whine I fear.
She supposes she can maybe love him again.
After the sunshine blew thunder and rain.
Maybe a little love be retained.
Enigmatic future.
(c) Livvi

Human respect and dignity.
Hung upon the world wide trees.
Love and compassion, together bathe in warm seas.
Taking sides with flowing tides.
Hope, well she's climbing mountains.
Reaching for the skies.
The birds are spreading only truth.
Messages to all the youth.
Humanity is really cool.
Man as race indigenous, entirety of planet Earth.
Themselves, nothing, but stupid fools.
Upon the planet of their birth.
(c) Livvi

Glorious day.
The Sabbath day.
Saw my little daughter.
Probably shouldn't oughta.
Cost me dear.
Gave her payday loan.

On the way home peeped over the bridge.
Down in the docks magnificence stood.
A queen and traveller.
As mountains in dock.
Waiting until the bells on the clock.
Decree it's time to leave.
To set them free.
To rove the seas again.

Tall and silent they stood no evidence of kerfuffle.
No brass bands just silence.
As cavernous funnels scratched the sky.
The queen had funnels.
The traveller none.

Appear like a tower block on the dock.
The Venturer was truly a giant.
Queen Mary minimal in some strange comparison.
Beautiful and elegant in their domain.

Got home.
Sat on my bed.
Delighted as my stomach was fed.
Looked out of my room.
Over the gardens.
Up the path.
More sunflowers .
Than were there before.
Many more blooming like solar majesty.

Queen of the gardens v queens of the sea.
By ladylivvi1

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A world wide collection of various folk.
Some weird some not.
Unless you know them personally you'll never know what you've got.
Depends on a bandwidth with whom you fit.
Sometimes it's fun to flirt with a poet.
The distance helps to hide the fact.
That where you are, isn't always where it's at.
All the fun,under the sun.
Spun in the web of the ludicrous spider.
The one you just can't brush away.
(C) Livvi

There are two of involved in this battle.
One of us just making war.
Two of us made love in summer.
Both of us just lived for spring.
Walking hand in hand together on beaches.
Beside streams.
Sadly it seems.
That the river's polluted.
The sea it froze.
The beach was covered in oil slicks and washed up dead birds.
Separately at differing places at different times, we stroll on the seashore.
We pick over the bones of those who are lost.
A figurative exercise.
Working out why we are at war.
Why we ever were.
Together in the first place.
Two lost souls walking through dark passages.
Seeking and finding.
Hunting as predators.
Wanting to eat love.
Swallow it.
So hungry.
Ate too many.
Far too many.
Breathing space.
Broken hearts.
Fractured faces.
Time repairs.
Wait and see.
Whatever will be will be.
(c)Livvi MMXV

Questioning the mind of the Madman

The mind of the mad man.
Is it swayed by truth or choice.
Does he stand stoic in his world or is it just insecurity.
His thoughts, they darken, through every hour.
In duplicate multiplicity in every dream he weaves.
Dreams become nightmares,in the real world.

In a world where all his blessings, have somehow been mislaid.
He feels minuscule, while in a noisy audience.
He's terrified of commitment and the contentment, which it brings.
In a lovelorn fantasy.
Afraid, to breach decisions that he's already made.
He feels that although they click, to love her back may make him sick.

In realization that he feels real, but he doesn't need a broken heart.
Sits and sobs all alone.
His beautiful fantasy has gone.
She stands in the spotlight.
She's open and kind.
While he deals with his major battles in mind.
By ladylivvi1

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Questions!

Will I won't I,
Shall I shan't I,
I delve in darkened rooms,
Where all things hide,
Waiting to ****** and grab,
Scratch and fight,
As razors shred my skin,
In the distance looms a shadow,
A shroud disguises dead ends,
From where no soul returns,
Immortality is not a dream,
It's a fear,
Fear wrapped in ultra violet, from violent dreams,
Of escapades, in reckless dreams.
Dreams are always reckless,
And life is often wild!
By ladylivvi1

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Funny moments.
Sitting and thinking about rabbits jumping around on sunny banks.
The children chuckle as they watch them.
Shush children, you'll scare them away.
It's pure natural love watching animals at play.
The dog's getting excited.
You crouch behind her, you don't want her to scare the bunnies away.
Strangely they're oblivious to our presence.
I guess they must be used to us.
A kind of relationship dynamic.
It's as if they recognise us from yesterday.
We left them some crisp carrot tops.
Maybe that's why they trust us.
A loud voice booms out from behind us..one they're not familiar with.
"You coming home love?"
He waves his air rifle, menacingly.
Perhaps he fancies, rabbit pie!
Not on my watch, that's for sure.
Run little rabbits, run.
He's not a farmer, but he sports a gun.
They scarper back into their warren.
Post haste.
Phew!
(C) LIVVI

It's raining again.
Wet hair almost drowning her.
Riding bicycles on empty streets.
Hair running free.
Flicks on shoulder blades.
Blades that aren't sharp.
Just soggy.
Like a smelly dog that misbehaves.
Hair that's not trained, nor restrained.
No bands of Alice.
Nor elastic.
No coronets or diamanté.
Tatty nylon hair nets.
Holding hair in place.
Makeup running down her face.
Heading back to her place.
Wants to find a towel.
Like me, she loathes umbrellas.
And her bicycle is rusting fast.
Anyway, has anybody ever ridden a bicycle while holding an umbrella.
(c)Livvi

Rainbow
Kissed the day with diamonds.
A smile in blessed imagery,painted across the sky.
Rainbow filters morning light
In aura's ecstasy.
Oh my goodness.
So adore her.
Shows me that the world's alive,
Bowing in her honour.
The lady of the skies.
glowing bounty beauty,
tells us we're alive,
what hides in her treasure ***,
all the goodness we have got!
by ladylivvi1

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Walking through rainbows.
Chasing the evasive sun.
Splendour of it's thrilling skyward grin.
Tumbling up and down again.
As if an archangel of light.
Spectral aura.
Teeth sparkling as raindrops depart.
Beautiful rainbow, you've stolen my heart.
In the glint of an eye.
Light tricks and rainbows.
Say quickly goodbye.
Been and gone.
In the blink of an eye.
LIVVI

Dancing raindrops carried on the wind.
In plies and pirouettes they danced.
Romancing the winter rain and biting wind.
Two of a violent kind...unkind.
Bouncing on a bungee rope unseen by human eye.
Exploding on the slabs of pave.
One wet freezing rave.
Bungee on the whirling winds.
Crystals crying icy raindrops liken to fiery hell they do descend.
Lashing cold legs with scars of cold.
Marking their mesmerizing chill.
The land no-one inhabits by choice.
Only the wind has wailing voice.
That bitter wind.
So full of awesome force!
By ladylivvi1

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An umbrella's erected.
Will maybe keep the raindrops from her hair.
Before they turn into heavy flowing tears and storm into the drain.
Change the umbrella's position,  it guards her body from further assaults.
No matter the insults.
She will protect herself, hold close her being.
No matter what.
The galoshes she wears slosh through the puddles.
Mainly for a little fun.
Mischievous chick, she kicks the puddles back at the inconsiderate arrogant drivers as they pass.
Without a care in the world.
Maybe  just maybe there's a little pebble that may ***** the ignorant drivers armour.
Then the driver may stop and think.
Before they take another drink.
The umbrella can never save her from roadside splashes.
(C) Livvi

Today, she went from strawberries,
To raspberries, a bit more ****,
Sharper, full of pips,get stuck in between your teeth, you know,
We never had raspberries,  
Raspberries are stupid,just blown by stupid fools.
(C) Livvi

Raven

Raucous cackle of raven.
Outside fast food joint.
Scavenging for scraps.
Discarded from those already been.
Sat on the wall.
Surveying the locale.
Gleaming oily black feathers.
Shining in the morning sun.
Sits there like some aged crone.
Stoic.
Not moving as a soul walks by.
Not even a twinkle in his dark eye.
Unnerved not by traffic's pass.
The bus drives past.
He sits and waits.
And waits some more.
For discarded scraps of those before.
By ladylivvi1

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His name was Ray.
A handsome chap was he.
He was a secretive fellow.
My God, he got around.
A fellow wearing water wings.
The devil fish.
Washed up on the dock,
Carnage in Marissa.
Fishermen make hell hit earth
Ray, this poor fellow's brainless now.
The devil fish now angel, heads closer to the sky.
Left drying upon rooftops.
Medicine without proven pharmacy.
From the fellow of the sea.
Really cruel, he should swim free!
(c) Livvi

Fighting death daily.
My head is duelling with my pen.
I'm not suicidal.
But given the option.
Of meds or pen.
My pen will outright win.
(C) LIVVI MMCV

Love is a *******.
Always a *****.
Covered in richness.
Given in wealth.
Painted in passion.
Usually red.
Brings about health.
Should it fail once again.
Embalmed interpretations.
As love brings with her pain.
Disillusioned once again.
As love becomes the bringer of loss.
(c) Livvi

Tis wonderful to have a day off.
Like a dormouse, I find myself reluctantly sleeping.
A sunny morning turned to rain.
Wasting the day yet again.
Sat on my bed.
Picked up a book.
Took a look.
Fell asleep again.
Reading books.
Always the same.
No matter how gripping, it happens all the time.
Pick up a book.
The day disappeared.
Behind my eyes.
Sighs.
(c)LIVVI

This chaos is cultivated in the land of *******.
Angels fear to enter there.
Mental men and fanatics.
Spawn of the devil.
Curse them all.
Blame no one, but the darkest lord, of mind control and menace.
Religion and fanaticism.
Dwelling in the darkest realms.
Satan's rising.
Let us pray for liberation upon this vile day.
I state, that I do declare religion is a curse.
Debating starting praying, but I know not to whom I should pray.
Most probably my pen.
Left in a quandary.
Where to go from here.
Tears are pouring, they're burning my cheeks,my heart is strong but my soul it be weak.
(c)LIVVI

To have fluffy bath mats,
matching my bathroom,
to have cabbages and kings,
and all kinds of things,
to have aspirations,
without suffocation,
to walk in green fields,
to dance,
under the willows,
they're sobbing,
don't want to get wet,
to stroll in puddles in summer,
after rain's tumbled,
to breathe in clear,
non-polluted air,
while treading water,
only on the city lights,
wanting love,
it's hell,
does she need it?
and that,
that is the question!
probably not,
she forgot the response,
let her sit tight,
in perfect french,
pense!
in an eternal,
internal debate!
(C) Livvi

If i could drive,
I could visit my grandsons and sit them on my knee,
except of course the little chap,
he lives here with me,
I can hold him whenever I wish,

I could drive off up to London,
whenever I so wished,
or I could drive to Stonehenge,
to greet the breaking day,
but I'm too broke too start.

Maybe I could be convenient,
as the designated driver,
when everyone else gets drunk,
I don't,
driving's one of many skills I haven't mastered,
shame eh chaps,
so on that fair note.

I hereby declare for today at last,
my ridicule of poetry is getting rather boring,
In fact,
you,
you there,
in the yellow hat, my God I see you snoring!
(C) Livvi

Praying for Sunday to come along.
Putting on bonnets.
Off to church.
Why may that be?
Find belief from nowhere.
Believing in nothing.
Seeing the son?
Or the grandsons and daughter.
(C) LIVVI

The clueless rebel surveyed the situation.
It was a bitter chilly day.
She walked and talked unto herself.
As her being she took in hand.
An underhanded twisted year.
A year that could have been divine.

This rebel without a clue.
The weather changed.
Left in ignorance.
As last year dies,
She's knowing what she needs to do.

However, like the weather she is changeable.
Malleable and playful.
She tickles tigers.
She likes the reaction.
From at least a hundred,
unsuitable attractions.


Pretends to be a vampire,
******* souls from innocence.
While seeking unreal ideals.
Always out to impress.
In fact as the year ends.
She is no wiser than she was last year.

Memories in the dustcart.
Much beyond reprieve.
While once again another starts.
She continues sadly being deceived.

All these bright ideas of resolutions.
Conjured up from institutions.
The tears will roll at midnight.
To kick last year out.
She's the fool.

The one who seeks notice.
And hereby notice is given,
All change.
Well maybe anyway.
The spotty leopard.
Needs to find some stripes.
And maybe a backbone too!

By ladylivvi1

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Rebirth!

Have to clean my house today.
Forlorn for near eternity.
Bathroom once depressed in dank dampness.
Embryonic before new birth.
Now reborn.
Put on dress of new.
Fixtures and fittings sparkling renewed.
Safely delivered took a week.
So glad it was not a labour of mine.
Walls painted as light corn-flower.
Forgotten archaic tragedy as shades of change.
They have evolved!
By ladylivvi1

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You held mine eyes as thunderclaps.
Deafening.
Blinding.
Hearing only of the love, you let me see.

In whispers of technicolour.
Rainbows mount the skyward stairs.
While walking in February snows.
Saw powder puffs of icicles, brush softly on your nose.
They were playing games with you, as once, thou didst with me.
As cold inside you made me feel, believed the words you said were real.
You were a fantasy, existing within a fantasy.
A fable, where the cards you offered,
lain not upon an honest table.
For the land in which the good man dwells is filled with hornets, straight from hell.
Left dangled on a silken rope, whereupon I find no hope.
Love is for only the wittiest jesters.
In my empty heart, your lowly memory slowly festers.
(c)LIVVI

A pinch of idiocy
A drop of kindness.
Half an ounce of feeling.
Just a spoonful of stupidity.
A suitcase full advocacy
Stroke it with purring passion.
Take out a box of uncool lies.
Discard it down the drain.
Along with a kilo of this could be a ****** mess.
The cake is baking merrily.
We can almost hear the oven sing.
Open up the kitchen window and throw caution to the wind.
And then just wait and see.
(c)Livvi