Have you ever laid in bed pretending that you're asleep.
While he's stroking the back of your hair.
You're feeling the essence of your own vulnerability.
It's deep beneath his gentle touch.
Hearing his breathing with each caress.
And you miss his image as it lingers in your mind.
Your mind us the only place he lingers still.

Have you ever curled up in a bedroom ball.
A pretence of sleep is all that's left now.
The fear left you quivering.
His coldness left you shivering.
As viciously he turned you out the house.
Welcome to the land of cold.
(C) Livvi

SLEEPING CITY?
City lives.
Tigers eyes.
Cats and street lights.
Foxes in city streets.
Overnight hiding.
Screaming through sleep.
Heard nightly in the yard or garden.
The trash can tumbles.
Thunder rumbles.
Daytime creatures of nighttime sleep.
Out in the garden foxy brush sweeps.
A howling owl gives great advice.
Counselor once or twice.
Bat flits round the garden.
Cute but fitting.
Very apt.
Summer evening.
Paradise city lights.
Swans ride bubbling rivers.
This city is beautiful.
Eyes all a gog.
Thought it was a daytime fox.
Sadly just a dog.
(C) Livvi

In dreams, I live thinking of you as I leave my deep sleep, wonderful REM sleep, nearly awake,
Deep as  glory chasm, pleasure filled and sumptuous, wonderful image of lovely,lush candy coloured clouds,
Aw shucks,
Oooh, put away those rose-tinted specs again, just phantoms at play,
Stupid ****** woman, she's one hell of a woman ,are or at least, so I was told !
Witches and *******, woman all on the take, make of that sad suggestion, whatever you like,
Those flamin' heart strings are elastic, as lycra  spring loaded, ****** drastic,
Oh here we go, up and down, roller coaster of love's essence captured me again!
Bang, deck hit, oh s**t!
In dreams I'm laying curled up as vulnerable, miniscule, lost innocent, sweet soul at rest,
Convincing you that belonging is supreme in being rather than being lost in diversionary excuses of self inflicted
solitude!
Virtual madness, in fantasy!
Tortured by long gone spirits morose, whose purpose is torture, sad souls, destroying the world of belief in life,
is for the living,
In dreams, what will you find,  perchance, me haunting recesses deep in your head,
Guess, that's the only way I can share your bed!
Copyright Livvi 07/04/2013.

Woke up.
Just as sleep was drifting in.
I found I had been dribbling.
My pillow entirely wet.
Must have been dreaming of holding you tight.
Close in my mind.
May you please linger.
Maybe just maybe, I thought I was your baby and that you were holding me tight.
I thought maybe, I could have snuggled my self in a ball,
like a baby protected by you.
Perhaps you were stroking my reddish brown hair.
Probably, you'd kissed me gently upon my forehead or my cheek or even my neck.
No biting now, I may like it, but the boss probably won't.
You could always have rolled me over onto my back.
Gently of course.
Possibly, you said I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you.
I guess you didn't mean to either.
You kissed my hair.
I was gently lured back into the land of sweet repose.
I'm guessing sleep took over and no one ever knows.
Sleep's just mother nature's amnesiac.
(C) Livvi

Underneath a blanket we shall hide.
Together snuggled up as infants riding this noisy storm.
Thunder will crash and winds shall roar.
I'll hold you close and hear you snore.
Adoring the feelings of security.
Life under the blanket.
You and me.
Life perfect simplicity.
Forever I'll love you.
Held close by my side.
Night time is leaving.
Eyes open so wide.
(c)LIVVI

We can all dream of love night and day.
A dream lover.
To dream alone.
Is so much better.
In the cold of the night.
Love is a fossil.
Crispy dry and decayed.

Put love.
My once friend.
Love out to pasture.
In the field of dreams.
Sheep get counted.

Their fleeces,
they don't fleece the dreamer.
Drift down the river of dreams.

Baa baa black sheep...
Once a little lamb.
Grew into an adult sheep.
Then became a man.
Sheep, one, two,three...
Slip slip slip...
Into Zzzzzzzzzzzz
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Autumn morning
Cant open those eyes
The crying sky strikes again
Almost icy blast.
The cobwebs are sticking the eyes of the world together ,on this bitter day
Soon a bed eviction will occur,
Into Monday's dereliction.
Soon will be rebuilt when the shower inside disturbs the near sleeping mind.
It's sure to be another good morning.
(C) Livvi

Tis the evening,light has faded,
Night creeps over the land,
The lights of the street, my world have invaded,
In need of the beauty of dreamland.
Need to find my lover,
The one that I call my lovely, lovely  sleep,
My lover  lives under my cover,
Carries me off so deep,
As into solo sleep I drift,
The place I rest my weary head,
Between me , myself and I, never a rift,
Best place in the world my bed,
The morning will soon find me, wake me with a morning kiss,
My last day off, Sunday, the one I can't miss.
(c) LIVVI

Slippery pavements.
Icing sugar dusted.
Broken ankle.
Not so sweet.
(C) Livvi

In the land near death I sit.
The death that comes of sleep.
With heavy head and sodden heart.
In a flush of wash away.
Today
Long day.
Dark night.
Head tumbles.
Pennies almost weigh my eyes.
Keep them locked tight shut.
As I bid your world goodnight.
Livvi Kent 09/10/2013

Slugs!

Foul slugs leave their trails of shining misery.
Where they had been,
So obviously marked.
Eating green stuff in their path.
The sunlight drew the greenery out into the day.
Almost saying eat me please.
Well eat me anyway.

At sluggish face.
She slowly states.
'Smile please'.
No darling.
A face without expression.
In fact without a face.

This slug faced being,
Only munches greenery.
It hates cheese and slime.
Not keen on saline either.
It makes it's insides melt.
And the outside too.
Nothing left but shiny mark.
A little bit of soggy sludge!

I detest slugs and I'm not a gardener!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

You can rip at me with your very blatant fingernails.
The grubby ones you  used to impale the snails.
The snails and the slugs that bugged you.
Almost as much as I do.
No regard for my feelings.
Now you tie me to your chair.
I said you were a nerd, but nobody heard.
You love me not and I don't care.
I love the snails, but I loathe the slugs.
But I would not impale them I'd let them free.
Because I'm not you and you're not me!
(C) Livvi

A smile filled with optimism spreads world wide, teeth ivory white.
A smile sodden with pessimism is falling upside down, teeth covered in charcoal.
It's just in front of another cakehole.
It struggles to find a reason.
Year in, year out.
Tis the time of your life.
(C) LIVVI

I'm spreading my smile.
The antisocial one that hides.
I'm revealing my big teeth.
The teeth of the chipmunk.
I gnaw away at free expression.
My teeth a little twisted.
Somewhat like my words.
The real lady lurks, somewhere underneath.
I am soft and gently.
Kind and tender.
Like sweet meat.
Rather wordy.
The imagination cultivates.
The mind of this cute birdie .
I love poetry.
Dark or light.
Words always so mighty.
When tripping from the sprightly pen.
(c) Livvi

A smile stretches over her face,
as they come.

There are old men,
in shorts and sunhats,
indoors
and
ladies in heels,
who,
dash in from work,
they are moaning,
about their weights,
and their waits,
their husbands,
their children.

Winchester folk are queerer folk than her,
yes,
honestly,
they are
there are precious old dears,
who love having her near,
she makes them feel safe.

They come to pick up their pills,
while discussing their ills,
discussing the weather,
the air conditioning is that,
just an air con,
and she melts again,
they make her melt,
her job pays her bills,
it is them,
however;
who,
stretch her smile!
(C) Livvi

And you loved me the world,
how I felt it,
it ran through you veins,
I tasted your love,
I tasted all of it,
I saw your love,
every bit,
And in your arms you held me,
you took me,
all of me,
I took you,
all of you,
absolutely all of you,
I was lucky,
So lucky,
and you uttered those words,
I love you,
and I smiled,
The Cheshire cat had nothing on me,
when my heart was full,
then you left,
my my world collapsed,
yours did too.
but you don't know it.
Stuck in the quagmire,
the one, we all call love!
(C) Livvi

She is but, a mere woman,
Sacrosanct,
The lady,
She's flying solo,while serenely waiting for tomorrow's breath, to rest softly upon her pinkish brow.
Some say she's sad,
But, salubrious appropriate if only purely mentally.
She'll stay, safe, warm and gentle in the tender arms of precious happy friends, spirits of an opposite persuasion.
(C) Livvi

A cell mate lives at the end of a text .
Signed with LOL.
(C) Livvi

My crisps are potato creations.
My chips are micro, that's for sure.
Cheese and onion, ready salted, good to munch as snacks.
Offer me prawn cocktail crisps.
They make me sick, I'll give them back.
Smokey bacon, boy I'm quaking,
Almost tasting the flavour in anticipation.
From my head down to my toes.
Smokey bacon crisps, tantalise my nose.
They tell me new crisps and fries being created every week.
Cheese on toast crisps.
Well I never,
Roast dinner, sadly missing vegetables.
Holy ghost crisps.
Gone in a puff of eerie green smoke.
Think I'll stick to fries.
Can't do salt and vinegar.
The pong it makes me feel ill.
The taste is even worse.
(c)LIVVI

Had an adder in my garden,
His name was Abacus,
A simple snake was he.
He never ever dared to bite,
And his sums were always right.
(c)LIVVI

Snakes!

The daggers fly.
From the tongue of venom.
Addressed at the maiden pure.
Maiden has no reason to endure the taunts.
Her eyes are shut tight.
No desire to be blinded or bitten.
By friends.
Not really there.
After all.
Nobody shows a cobra care.

Hiding in trees while waiting to squeeze.
Lunch with no breath.
As he squashes to death
The boa, not feathered.
Ties himself up in knots.

But, not while he's shedding his skin.
Dinner swallowed whole.
Mind, body and soul.
Only takes him a day or two.
Sometimes a week to digest.

Adder's not an abacus.
Another snake in the grass.
Just like the rest.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

It's the end of the week that crept up on me.
The week just passed, revealed great change.
Foretold in the stars.
Ha ha.
Stars were just a stroke of *******.
I knew  that he was on the way.
The only thing that they got right  was that it could be any day.
In a fireball of light and a ****** lot of noise,
Was presented with a rather noisy baby boy.
I'm torn because, tomorrow I shall go.
To the land of heavenly work.
My God, I almost pray for snow.
Where, all the bus drivers cuss, because the roads are all impassable.
I beg dear Lord the train can't run.
As work is nowhere near such fun.
I am in fact allergic to snow.
My excuse,I really just don't like it.
I have rubber legs when there's no snow.
Snow on the deck, great excuse not to go!
Baby boy,
Grandma doesn't even want to miss a thing!
(c) Livvi

The stairs slipped away under my feet.
My slippers are soggy.
Hair is hanging like fly paper, instead of flies it's snaring run away raindrops.
Soon to be snowdrops, as is predicted.
Spring snowflakes, spring snowdrops.
Country stops, unprepared.
Nobody cared.
Perhaps they should.
Could be good.
Buckets of grit, let them be spread.
No more pretty pure white ****.
Mushy, ***** slippery slush.

C     *******************/
     H *******************/  
            A**************­**/
                   O*****************/
                        *S***********­****/
(C) LIVVI

Truly the son of your mother you are.
Up front and truly vicious.
At times.
Demanding annoying and totally dear.
Always wants his mummy near.
A provocative wind up.
Never ever needs a key.
It's his job of work you see.
Spring loaded.
An infernal bungee.
Livvi x
A sly and wry smile you possess.
Utterly  the expression he wears best.
Lives in a heap not fit for sweet lover.
Fit not for any other to inhabit.
The bedroom in the land of mess!

God grant me the serenity to deal with that I cannot change.
Jesus please help me.
I'm torn to shreds.
In so much pain.
Every time I close my eyes to sleep into my freakin head you seep.
Lord take away my misery please let me go to sleep again.
God bless the one who gives me pain!,

The woman,
pale faced,
with hanging hair,
Drifting through the atmosphere,
Her face an image of flowing tears,
And she rose affront the window pane.
Wailing, as if a banshee screaming in the rain.
Tap tap,scratch scratch, rustle, rustle.
He was no Heathcliffe,nor her his Cathy.
She called him with her heartfelt wails,
two spirits henceforth,
loving souls,
captured in the ethereal glow.
Some strange place,
they're stuck,neither here,
Neither there.
Hither and thither,
they're still hanging there.
Nightly wishing ,
Wanting each other for all eternity.
Floating in the midnight air,
Spirits seeking solitary solace in each others arms.
Once a year upon the moment midnight chimes.
They hold each other closely upon the tenth of June,
Dancing in the eye of summer's midnight moon.
When after the long night,
Daylight comes,
She sweeps them off their feet,
she kisses them gently, before she sends them back to sleep, again.
(c). Livvi

"Paint it black", said the sun to the sky, as she faded away and started to die.
Today, no tears will be shed, as  the resting sun gets tucked up snugly, all ready for bed.
Termination of daylight, blacks all the windows out, at the end of the day.
Morning comes.
Bringing  with it the sunlight, reincarnated,magnifying the details of the new daffodils glow.
Blossom of hawthorn, almost ignites, as the morning echoes repeat  yesterday.
The world sees a beautiful dawn, again a true delight.
The Sun again, warms the atmosphere as the seasons change
Pursuing a romance, as winter, courts spring.
Sun has a temper, tempestuous, she bites back.
An angry sun, she turns her back on springtime flowers.
When thorns of winter, feed more icy vile storms.
(c) LIVVI

Terracotta soldiers, marching forever.
Still they stay.
Silently rigid.
Entombed long time.
Long time to linger.
Much longer.
Tick tock.
Not rocking.
Faces indifferent to their situation.
Stuck forever.
Not wearing leather boots.
Their own red boots.
They don't wear down.
(c)Livvi

Monolith a standing stone always lost.
Can't go anywhere.
Always alone.
Silently standing in monotone.
Lonely stone.

Can he watch what he sees.
Been static a lifetime and more.
Has he got a history wedged in a stone brain.
Does he have all seeing eyes.

Is it cold standing out with the kiss of frost.
Moon rises and sets.
Sun kisses and misses.
Lichen used as a coat.
Does the heat perplex him.

If it does he won't say.
Just takes it all in with his all seeing eyes.
Why is he male.
Just know.
Seemed to fit with a heart of stone.

(NO OFFENCE MEANT, GENTS)
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Finally I found true love.
It has been a long time coming.
My heart is bubbling.
Finally bubbling only for me.

The sighs have stopped.
The cries deceased.
For only one sweet person matters.
Finally the healing me.

For I am the one who loves.
Loves with all my heart and soul.
I finally found myself.

I want no rampant crazy drunks.
No crazy dudes,
Who words abuse.
Or delight.
For now as a poet.
I do write.
She who writes weird words.
Sometimes clever.
Sometimes absurd.
Words from the crazy poetic bird.
Who no longer wants to pull all worms!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Oops, I woke up dead,
Reflected on what I'd done.
Picked up my pen,
began to write.

I had four children you know,
I was a selfish *****.
I spent no time on loving them
I really didn't  care.
Always put myself first.
Hell, I always do.
I'm such a witch.
Did *** and drugs and rock'n'roll,
Far too much to mention.

Then I met him,
A crazy kind of love,
but true love nonetheless,
The first time ever,
A feather in my cap for me.
Wasn't a notch in his bed post,
He swore he loved me too.
I know he did,
Never will he admit his love to any soul bar mine.
But he loved his whisky better.
He's still my friend.

Praise be.
After spilling poison buckets, filled with animosity.
Apologies given in metaphoric kisses,
well they made amends.
After the nonsense, still friends
Friends will do.
It'll have to.

He wrote reams of poetry,
Rather more than me.
I wrote books, because I love it.
You know I really do.
And then the sky fell in,
I'd  missed the most important thing.
And now here I lay,
Cold as stone,
Thinking what have I done.
I have given birth to many,
but, only thought of one.
At this point I say sorry,
Wipe away an icy tear.
Smile slightly breaking through.
I miss you all my dears.
(c) Livvi

Blood is thicker than water.
Boy oh boy it's drowning me.
Loss of son's immense.
Games of misinterpreted disrespect.
Maligned as sugar dumplings.
Bearing weight.
This silence is forever killing me mate.
It's much to late.
Demons passed.
Stupid teenage blast.
Went out with a bang.
Knew you not.
Never did,
Crazy lonely mother was just a stupid freaking kid.
Felt love was gained by having ***.
Left a son.
I was blessed.
I gone and messed it up.
I'm so sorry.
Really gone and done it now.
God, I'm such a sorry silly cow.
Don't know how to fix it.
F's sake I really mixed it up.
And I love you.
(c) Mum MMCV

Once upon a time, the child of a hero knelt.
In honour of his father's memory, of the life he never spent.
The child lifted mountains, held them high upon his head.
His father did so too, long before his death did call.
He always loved his father dear but, now his father's dead.

His mother loved him all the world.
His long black hair tenderly curled.
It fell about his shoulders bare.
Sadly, his father was not there.
The only things remaining of  father dear father, merely carbon dated principles, found writ upon an icy rock.
Existing in a fantasy, a book of ancient heroes.
He looked up at his mother, she who loved both of them so.
Buried his book of honour, beneath the winter snows.
As spring broke through a sudden thaw, father back once more from war.
Somehow his heart and mind survived.
A son and heir as unexpected.
(c)LIVVI

Too cold and wet for busking, said she with perfect voice.
Survival, song dependent, she really has no choice.
Vocals loaded, always heard.
Appreciated by the listener, the perfect singing bird.
The song thrush and the warbler, performed together beautifully to treat the watching crowd.
(c)Livvi

Pure love,
Not lust,
From above,
So unjust,
Pure touch,
So unkind,
Too much,
Can’t find,
True feeling,
Honestly true,
Left reeling,
Totally blue,
‘Pon love reliant,
Emotions defiant.
© LIVVI

Take away thy words of war,keep them far away.
Bring back to us pure words of peace.
Let the world be safe another day.
We must secure the doves release.
Buckets of bad feeling.
Bring us not chaos.
Thoughts of war doth leave us reeling.
Governments don't give a toss.
No, more world fate sealing.
Take away all that's evil.
Our planet in danger.
Actions prompted by the devil.
Eastern block becoming stranger.
Remove the sadness, cure the sorrow,
Promising a bright tomorrow.
(c) Livvi

Love can be stashed in a fair maiden’s pocket,
Love it in kind,
Don’t ever lock it,
Always keep her close in mind.
Love is a touch, that she wants very much,
Love her with diamonds, love her with pearls,
For onto thine heart she needs to clutch,
When deep inside your arms she curls,
Remember her always, deep in thine heart,
In your arms she found paradise,
As Cupid’s arrows did her dart,
Darling be not cold as ice,
Bring forth the seer,
When in the summer’s meadows, at noon dost thou roll.
©Livvi

Sonnet Three

Blowing of thy wind extreme.
Ships of men avert thy course.
Power of thine wind supreme.
To face this day his mighty force.
The rain will fall in vengeful scorn.
Forceful wind blew sunshine out.
Stormy life left men forlorn.
Thy wind and rain thy face do clout.
The glass of mine protection.
Feeding me thy draft.
Leaving feelings only of sour abjection.
And that wind she only laughed.
Amidst our world so very wet once so very hot.
Our sodden lands as now they are should ne’er be forgot.





By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sons and Daughters!

Two sons standing tall and strong.
Essence of British.
Defend their own free will.
Guard well their family a fighting force.
Soldiers of fortune.
With Ink marked skin.
It is their skin they're living in.

Eldest defends, his sons all three.
Brother and sister's.
They all protect me.
Even when I muck up.
Yet another time.
Stand strong.
Defending one another.
All defending me.
The woman of many mistakes

Loud and proud.
In both actions and deeds.
Two young men who do protect.
These English men so true.
Sister's reputations cossetted.

My daughter's of which there are two.
The youngest.
She is really beautiful of face.
She plays the mamma keeping house.
Her baba's cooking slowly.
In the safest place to be.

The other the eldest of the two.
She is not maternal.
Another pretty lady.
More natural in her style.
Loves to travel.
Adores sport.
Football and rugby her best friends.

If I had a crystal ball.
My predictions they would be.
My family not divisible.
Little daughter will be a perfect mum.
Eldest daughter.
Clever one.
Will do much more than she's doing now.
She really is a brainy cow.
My boys will build a huge success.
Empires of their own.
Between us, at last.
My lovely family.
We'll work as a team.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Give him fowl and give him boar.
Find for him the courtyard *****.
Provide for him a newborn son.
To hold his land when he be done.
Instead the lord he did provide.
A daughter he so did decide.
She ruled with heart of a valiant man.
She whose mother's name be Anne.
(c) LIVVI

She lays her head on a cushion of stars.
Of all the girls in all the bars
Shockingly stunning.
A voice full of music.
Singing in tune.
A guitar that sings as well as she does.
Sings songs.
For all the shrapnel they chuck.
Every day.
All weather's.
Give her a guitar.
Hear her play.
She's beauty personified.
She lay there sleeping.
Sparkling eyes.
Dreamy and dreaming
Lovely lovely lady friend.
She sits and she sits.
She waits to be free.
In the city they check her out.
Strange looks weird stares.
Who cares.
Nobody knows who she is, under her clothes.
No one's aware what a treasure she is.
Judgements based on external images only.
Why does it matter?
She's wearing her soul on the end of her tongue.
They listen.
They pay.
If they want to
And don't if they don't.
The lady won't be beaten.
Hell no she won't.
Queen of the city,
She waits to be free.
(c)Livvi MMXV

It's half past twelve.
You look up at me like an innocent child.
Doleful like you'd just been scolded.
You had, I just told you off.
Big eyes looking up at me.
You tickled me with your tongue.
Accidentally caught me with your tooth.
Maybe it was delivered deliberately.
A subtle hint to go out with you.
I say "walkies," you jump up like a loony.
Your hint worked perfectly.
(c)Livvi

Sorrow!

Sorrow hangs like earrings, tugging at my neck,
Sadness is a necklace, it's choking me to death,
My crowning glory diadem weighs nearly half a ton,
Since I hit the battle that I never ever won,

Depression is a dancer,
Full in battle dress,
Pink and purple paint splats,
I really am a mess,

Sunshine and glory days,
Will come and give me grace,
True love will come and slap me,
Right around my face,

In metaphoric ways of course,
With all this heavy metal worn,
I'm getting rather hoarse!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Once was stuck in the land of sorry.
Sorry for nothing.
Good for the world.
Good for self.
Sorry is done.
The wedge removed.

In strength life is lived.
In rhetoric it's bled.
Who are you they say.
Answered strong and firm.
I am the force you can depend on.

In friendships.
I'm honoured.
By one or two.
They are special to me.
Only have few.
Don't like people much.
They are torturous and cruel.
If I could fix the world.
I would.
I can't.
I can only wish.
Kiss and tell

The wounded world wails.
Hiding behind another's veils.
A tragedy in desolation.
Weeping sorrow.
The bodies mount.
Watch the count amass,
It increases by the second.
Mass slaughter.

It's only megalomaniacs having fun.
Who's going to be sorry now?
Any pricking consciences in the powers that be?
Doubt it immensely,
Changing the situation.
Not down to me.
I would if I could!


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)