Diamonds lay upon the grass.
Catching sparkling lilac dew.
Emeralds strung on mighty trees, someone left them there for me.
They hung on threads of gossamer deposited by worms of silk.
The tiger hid under the tree, he's looking at someone.
I hope it's not me.
Then I noticed the mahout with his toy.
Hunters on an elephant, playing at being boys.
I thought to myself that I'd help that lovely tiger out.
They're very rare you know.

So, I made an awful lot of noise to scare the Heffalumps to bits.
My god the huntsmen were so ******.
The mighty beasts freaked out and ran like weighty bolts of thunder.
My tiger friend he walked away or maybe I  should say stalked away,
For I became the tiger's tea.
Silly me fancy trying to save a hungry tiger.
(C) Livvi

Typically British, rather insane.
English men do walk on water.
Ha ha, jolly hockey sticks, snooty noses up in the air.
A game of jolly cricket, in the middle of the sea.
Just an annual event; as  tide resides and holds up a bank.
Supporting stumps and a scoreboard.
The water got scared and bailed out.
A gang of weird cricketers stroll across the Solent.
In between the smiling waves.
A quick match indeed, for after the sea recedes, the tide creeps in, the pitch is gone.
Jolly funny posh folk, trot home for a scone and a bubbly fizz as stags and hens, they head off to the shore.
In their cruisers of pleasure, hey **, off they go!
As when the tide is in they cannot walk on water.
To hold posh debate on the final score.
To muse of experience just left at sea.
Guess no groundsman needed and pitch never weeded.
(c) Livvi

My words hang on a lemon tree, bitter and sweet, but swinging free.
A crust of pie, sat in a dish, tempting all to try.
Egg white and sugar, sickly sweet all fluffed up with air.
A combination of sharpness, a ****, just a little icky, but veritably sticky.
Shove them  in the oven, watch them puffing up, with peaks all glowing brown.
(C) LIVVI

Love me as I love you.
For I am stuck within a draught.
A diagram a scheming plan.
A draft filled with champagne like fizz.
I bubble, you bubble.
I spit, you spit, vehement messages tumbling from your messy toxic tongue.
A poisoned potent pen.
You behave like Carmen Electra starring as a centrefold.
A centre fold in Centre- Point as now you’re living in the cold.
© LIVVI

Tis all pre apocalyptic.
Weather warnings, walking strangers.
Tartars and martyrs.
Mystical messrs.
Mothers and daughter.
The devil he caught her.
People are scared, if anyone cared.
Tearing their hair out as, if silly string.
The birds flying backwards.
They're losing their wings.
Impromptu performance.
Encouraged encounters.
With wise men and sages, as was writ on the pages of folklore.
Then criminal law.
It's just being broke.
By the sisters and tartars,
My God they awoke.
Wearing suits fashioned in satin by tailors, bespoke.
Wrapped in screens made out of smoke.
World became scared.
Most sacred Tatari awakes.
(c) Livvi MMCV

Exquisite was the spoken report.
In beautiful lessons of passion's taste.
Passion dripped in trickling flush.

The tall being stood ***** waiting for his turn.
Taste inside with tickling tongue.
Freshness in a moment or two.

Without deviance.
Showing love.
A matter of mutual respect.
True beauty.
In a permission of circumstance.
Beauty in deeds!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I remember the ink you stuck under my skin.
You loved me you left me, so did it begin.
Your name is tattooed, lying under my skin.

You were the prince of ink.
A cuttlefish they said.
I have your name strung up my arm, but you and I are dead.

You drew pictures of love hearts and flowers.
Added your name,.
I sat in the parlour for hours and hours.
While you, the artist worked.
Weaving magic.
Sadly tragic.
Scars across my open heart.
When we left hand in hand.
The heavens poured their meagre scorn.
Those heart marks wouldn't wash away.
Never in a million would I ever be set free.
A Friday afternoon alcohol session,
My consort was the prince of ink.
He captured my arm, a permanent tag.
Labelled like a superstore, an advertisement upon his bag.
All the world, look where she's been.
Tattooed lady looks obscene.
(C) LIVVI

Today I was thinking of Berlin
I'm back in black in heart and hat.
Funeral dirges pall my beat,
Beneath my tuneless sullen feet.
From the hole in the ground, where my spirit's interred, I crawl out.
An emotional wreck,
Plain crashed.
Black shoes and thoughts of ghouls,
Called them teachers, today in our schools.
Schools for scandalous bullies and vandals.
The crooks of tomorrow, bred on ineffectual rules.
Fed on a substance far worse than gruel.
Dictation of fools.
After school,those days are gone,
The ******'s all dressed in black fire on violence from their toxic pens.
Me and thee and you and I, a gang faking evil.
An underground culture of it's own.
Deep in worlds of darkest words.
Back in black,
Feeling.
Good.
It's great to be weird,
Henceforth I grin through broken teeth,
This sweet poet's back in black.
(c) Livvi

I miss your smile.
As I wave goodbye the tears fall.
They're tumbling as rolling acrobats.
They, they are out of control.
They are not clear tears.
They are tinged with rainbow colours.
Blue for the sorrow that made you have to say goodbye,
"Tara, Chuck".
Green for the jealousy.
The jealousy that just couldn't turn the other cheek.
Pink for the flowers that you last purchased for me.
Yellow for the friendship.
We held deep in our minds.
I feel.
Red for the passion, red as rubies and garnets.
Set in once love and lust.
Which once upon a time was strong.
Sadly crumbled into dust.
Ivory were the most precious of the tears that fell.

Thinking once we had it all.
No one can ever tell.
But now, there's nothing there.
Ivory teardrops, they're rare.
They signify the peace.
The peace I never mention.
It's hidden up my sleeve.
My sleeve offers me protection and soaks up all those tears.
The ultimate issue after many years.
(c)Livvi

Lift me up,
let me drift on a tide of rising air.
I am strung below an ******* rush of burning air,
at the mercy of the pilot,
let me ride the sky before I die,
Sprinkle me with pepper dust,
not to make my eyes sore,
but to make me feel alive.
let me feel the sensation of the zephyr cruising past my face.
Enter my vision stage left,
the scene from above looking downwards,
savanna flowing,
rolling out protected and free,
as free as me,
just plain old me,
the lioness in the basket drifts,
she's watching the lioness snaring today's tea.
and so the delicate zebra falls,
as of today, she can run no more.
The lioness in the basket,she sips her tea from an old plastic mug,drifting onward,
regardless.
(C) Livvi

Hair long as red as the mane of the lion.
Divine feline eyes.
Night time glints.
Sparkles.
The lady lioness.

She had kittens.
They're reared on milk bottle contents and pink champagne.
They swing round her hems,
They growl and moan.
Their neighbours they bother.
Driving their brothers and sisters insane.
Talons softer and shorter than mums, just a little bit.
Louder mouths until they feed upon the maternal lioness, who's purse they disrepectfully drain.
(C) Livvi

Alexander you gave us a bell my friend.
Miles of smiles sent down a wire.
Wires crossed.
Maybe a cable!
Given the gift of speech.
Unless of course,
we're ignorant.

Cat got your tongue.
Well maybe.
Mail electric..
Are friends electric.
Who is in charge.

A brain that thinks.
This flaming situation stinks.
She sweet child.
Needs not.
Not needy at all.
That's her not him.
She needs none but words.

A scoundrel and blaggart.
Lol
Not hard as nails, has a heart!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

My sunshine, my raindrops.
My passion, my pain.
My morning flower, my evening star.
My cherish, my perish.
His fetish, his wit.
My cold wind, my rain.
My fire, my power.
Each sentimental hour.
My chaste, all this drama.
We are both jokers.
He wants to choke her.
Good sir,
I have to tell you,
Pray it is, with much regret.
I hereby do beseech you.
Remove your hands from round my neck.
(C) LIVVI

How is it that you can you tell me that God exists.
I speak of the words of apostles.
Preachers and teachers.
Commented on in the written epistles.
How can a holy trinity live on.
The only ghosts I find.
Well sure as hell, they aren't holy.
My is father dead.
The sun, I'm aware of hangs in the sky.
And two of my own before mine eyes.
If there is a God.
How comes the world is in manic disarray.
Leave a world in so much turmoil.
Is it destruction of souless vacant men.
By the curse of Lucifer.

I believe only in the power of me.
And  in the power of poetry.
Good and bad does exist within the world.
That bad is not controlled by us.
The little folk.
The element of controlling is plucked by governmental powers.
Who left us ******!

Livvi 29/12/2013

Temperate Love!

I love thee as the sun that bathes my body.
I love you as the rain refreshes emptiness.
Love filling it with joy.
I love you as the morning rises.
Tripping in the warming sun.

I love you when the moon is full.
I love you when darkness writes.
I love you when cruel words do bite.
I love you precious creature.
When you creep into my dreams.

I love you as the willows weep.
They sob along with me.
I love you as the summer sleeps.
When winter chills my bones.
I shall love you still.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Time sprouted wings.
It flew away again.
Faster than Concorde on a dash, very noisily,  one quick breath,it's gone in a flash.
As indeed is life.
If you snatched it again, would you have the same wife?
Or husband perse.
Wish that it could be turned back, maybe so life could be reviewed?
Same old mistakes made again?
Who ever knows.
If we had our time again, would we  want to change a thing?
(C) LIVVI 2014

Love me tender,
he cried,
smiling,
vengeance,placed behind his eyes,
he smiled some more,
as he called her a *****,
for the second time this week.

She packed her bags as she left him again,
his woman noticed the tears pouring down his face,
such shame and disgrace,
he was wearing so much pain.

Yet again,
She unpacked them all,
put them away,
naively believing,
it wouldn't happen again,
course it wouldn't,
she couldn't leave,
not again,
not for the second time this week,

Sorry said he,
he said,
I promise,
Truly,
I do,
Never again will I beat you black and blue,
I love you.
And once again he did!

The bruise on her eye the result of a tumble,
so he said,
As he gave her a steak,
to stick over her swollen eye,
(C) Livvi

Tortured necks swing fluently in time with lovely beats.
They say, they're only playing.
Their trigger finger gets stuck in awkward places.
Place of abject disgrace.
The terrorists not wanting to lose their faces.
Nor reveal their missing morals.
Walking on hot sands destroying gorgeous corals.
(C) LIVVI

You, you asked for my number.
I gave it to you.
You text me.
You say, honey do you fancy a drink?
I think and retort.
By text in return.
I wish you'd go to hell and burn.
"Don't you fancy me"? said he.

Retorted that, I wanted not a soul.
I need my privacy.
He said "why don't you fancy me"?
Insistently.
Do you maybe think I'm thick.
Maybe somewhat sick.
I said, "I think perhaps you should be dead".
Keeping on at me.
Trying to tear me to strands and threads.
Told him, that I wanted no-one.
Henceforth, ensues a psychological assessment.

Why don't you like me?
Said he.
"Grow up" said I.
Don't feed me your insecurity.
Currently I'm flying free.

Had a gentleman, not long ago.
Left me feeling pretty sad.
I loved him so.
But he's not bad.
Poor fellow, he just couldn't do it.

The guy who did text, he pied me right off.
That imbecile calls me out of the blue.
Suggests, may be a night-time of crazy ***.
Reminded me some more of you.
What a prat.
I need it not.
Go get lost and be forgot.
The strange being who talks only by text.
Pretends he likes me, but wanting ***.
I think him rather creepy.
He's out of luck.
I don't give a fk.
Left happy.
Self-respect and dignity intact.
(c) Livvi

I thank for the loveliness you gave me from your heart,
You treated me as lady fair.
Wanted not to part.
Stole you not,
Stole not your being.
Thank you for being the magic one.
Who for a while restored.
Repaired the damage to my heart.
That many others caused.
For that once more I thank you !
(C)Livvi 02/12/2013
Here I do now take my leave.

One missing thing.
A final kiss goodbye before we expire.
Not a word of thank you.
As you now lay dying, impaled on love's fatal spike.
Thank you for moments.
And for measurable pleasures, once or twice.
Jesus Christ they were so nice.
What were silken ribbons, turned in strings.
Frayed at the edges, melted to seal.
The way once two did feel.
From you there were no thanks for times of worry spent.
I realise now in ignorance your heart was only lent.
Hope your birthday was a blast.
To worry anymore is daft!
(c) Livvi

Dear friend.

I thank you  of late for  being straight in poetic words of love so true.

I miss you my friend I always will do.

Never before met one such as you.

My heart is full it always will be .

But my darling,

I shall set you free.

With a heart full of memories.

And a head full of pain.

I wish in my heart you could love me again.

Sweet angel of war.

I shall always be here.

Hold me in your heart, for I hold you dear!

Much Love!

Ever in mind!

Seek me ever and you shall find!

(C) Livvi x !8/11/2013.

Man of secrets has a heart of pure gold,
Incessant waiting in dreams for a great life to unfold,
If origami paper folds into a complex gift,
Could fold a paper aeroplane, to catch upon a breeze,
Let it fly to target to bring you back to me,
Close your eyes and think,
A whisper deep inside your brain,
That as life seems out to get you,
Your constant poppet,
Sweetheart, still I shall remain,
Pick up thy pen and write again!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

He teases her mind as he plays with her hair.
Broad smile spreading.
He knows that she's there.
There is a red carpet beneath her feet.
The lady is lovely, superbly sweet.
He's lovely too, as he hangs in her mind.
Never such love did he ever find.
A declaration of independence.
Be spoke in her defence.
That man.
(C) LIVVI

There's an immense pit.
I'm finding myself drawn in,
by it's magnetic attraction.
I creep silently,
almost furtively,
out of the hobbit hole,
the one in which, I'm currently hiding,
it's a small green one,
with an old wooden door.
veer off to the left
I notice those shadows,
in a half asleep state,
somnambulism so I'm told.
In my drowsy head voices whisper,
"Halt", who goes there?
"Don't be scared,
it's just the light playing games".
It's all clear my dear."
Go on,
Push open the door,
it grates on the carpet.
Pull back the cover,
what do I find?
I find my one and only lover,
my only lover's my bed.
It's time to rest my sleepy head!
Night all !
(C) Livvi

Candles burn brightly guiding the sight cruising from midnight unto daylight....aforesight dreams of daily scenes, images in magazines, all at the turn of the hands of the clock.
And so the **** crows.
He gets up your nose, he begs you awake.
Strangle the noisy beast.. the tone on the cell phone that steals your sleep.
Where cobwebs hide behind the eyes of the sticky sleeper, tear filled weeper. starlight sweeper, secret keeper, chaste with tight, secrets hid in the night.
Locked inside here where shadows hid, where love's denied and shall all shall hide, for never ever rest in peace ,of raging dreams and stolen sleep.
Of parapets and parakeets that keep you away from rest,the
noisy birds they are the best.
Locked inside there was two of us now there's only one.
He melted in the heat of a vibrant summer sun.. a puddle on the pavement, a melted mess of sticky stuff, missing sleep, mourning love.
***** tonic and all that stuff.
(C) Livvi

Strolling down the rickety steps.
I got a lonesome fly past by the solo admiral.
The red one.
He darted into the bush.
Alighted for a moment.
Then both of us moved on.
Livvi

In paradise where angels live.
You're struggling to survive.
You haven't had a drink today.

The angels came and took you.
Somehow, you made it into heaven.
Your life stolen away.
Angels tickled your toes.
Trying to wake you.
Thought you deserved another chance.
Sadly they got beaten.
You weren't prepared to dance no more.
Belly swollen.
Liver sore.
You gave up on them.
Looked like you were merely sleeping.
In heaven, cradled by regrets.
Where the mists of time bathe your addiction.
Cleansing your sorry soul.
(c)LIVVI

She's wanting *** with sinners.
She wants it now.
The devil is an angel and she's a ***** cow.
The angel, she's dressed in black and white in techni-colour dreams.
In giving *** she reconstructs, their deep darkest hour.
The power, that power that she's giving feeds their security, no lies.
Picks up their sorry moments and chucks them at back stormy skies.
They're riding on the hormones in wild moments captured, as they bump and grind.
A little piece of wild ***, it sure doth soothe the broken mind.
Cathartic release, as poetry she is to me!
(c) Livvi

From the depths of the fresh whisky bottle.
Weltschmerz, (world weary), altered  his thought concoctions.
His pleasure filled coffee.
Invigorated by inspirational alcohol filled kisses.
Ode to being happy, as happy he's not.
To be loved is something, he truly forgot.
She's not a drinker.
She's just a deep thinker
She never forgot.
For she never knew, how love truly felt.
Then she met you, the angel  who drank.
Once she was lucky.
For once, just once she loved an angel.
(c) Livvi

She is woman.
Perfect form in porcelain.
Hands that move with tangerine passion.
Sunflowers.
Wallflowers.
Forget her nots.
Painting pictures.
Dot to dot.
Her garden further grows.
Lone green dot, to the tip of her nose.
As her paintbrushes tickle paradise.
Rolling rhymes complete her image.
Christened with her autograph.
(c)LIVVI

A misty morning.
Pleasantly warm inside.
Outside a little breezy.
Bright sunshine rising slowly above the autumn mist.
Wet with chill.
He nibbles your neck.
He ushers you along the queue.
A hurrying issue to get you indoors.
He flirts unconditionally.
He's playing with your heart, it beats faster to beat the cold.
Teasing your fingertips and chafing your lips.
He speaks sometimes, if he's in the mood.
Once in a while he roars.
Sometimes with your skirt he plays.
He lifts it in public as in his nonsense he displays all your bits.
Evening darkness covers you like a shroud.
Your coat lingers longer.
So much longer, he can't get his  invisible hand up it.
Discretion at the end of a breezy day.
(C) Livvi

She stood tall,
Slender,
Flamboyant as she swirls,
Encapsulating dreams while dancing,
In a come-die ballet, from times evaporation,
Playing hysterics in magical fire dance of ritual celebrations,
Playing games of passion creations,
Such beauty in an aura of pleasure and pain,
In rigaudon she pastes her grace,
For she is not a dancer,
For she is my quill,
The dancing pen removes my ills.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The Bank!

Late spring sunshine tickles my back.
Shoulders bared without a care.
Rested on the river bank.
Pad and pen in hand.

A trumpeting siren stands on the path.
Up front screeching.
Before mine eyes.
Am I scared like hell I am.
Screaming loud and proud.

Fallen angel with wings unfurled and venom in his eyes.
Unsettled by screaming children.
Yelping hounds of hell disturb.
This creature makes one final stand.

A frightened cob.
Wanted peace and freedom.
To go pick up his pen.
To drift back down the river's flow.
To once more breathe again.

Freedom granted.
Here and now.
For I avoid this noisy bird.
Who causes pain to those who meet.
The fallen angel with the orange beak.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

It was getting late.
In a rush the customers flooded.
Desperate to make one last deposit.
Before the bank was shut!

The tellers waited patiently.
For all of them to leave.
Shuffled off in virtual silence to catch the last bus.
They were are rather knackered.
Did not want to fuss.

All feeling rather drained.
Looking rather pale and stressed.
Nearly all dying for a rest.

The bank was shut.
Fridge switched on.
One and one along they come.

Heigh ** (A/O )
Positive,negative.
What's your fix.
Or maybe a cocktail.
I'm sure I can mix.

Said the waiter in black tight tuxedo.
Crisp in white shirt.
I can see him you know.
Behind the bar.
Stood in the corner.
They tell me his name is Jack Warner.

Offers a warning to all the girls.
When running his fingers though their curls!

Gets those bags out.
Filled bursting with claret.
Passes one to the ******* the left.
She smiled fangs bared.
Audacious enough to believe he cared.
The emotionless creep in the immortal sleep.

Waiter turned round and smiled at me.
Fangs glinting in the light.
Obviously only electric.

The vampire bar became a tad hectic.
'Well me darlin', what's your poison'
I smiled real cute with a mischievous grin.
Reciprocal comment came out mighty quick.
Mine's a coke.
I was 'avin a joke,
Don't like them ****** weird folk!

'You ****** vampires make me real sick!'
Left the blood bank.
Like a bat out of hell!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The Bedroom! That Bedroom!

Step into the room.
Crunch underfoot.
Pizza boxes piled high.
Cans of rice not so nice.
Piled up on bedroom side.
T.V should sit and entertain us.
Not enough room on the sides.
Can't find the carpet.
Nor the floor.
Son's bedroom.
The place I abhor!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.
The best day of my life,
the day my son he took a wife.
The bride,
she wore ivory and lace,
there were no elephants involved.
As she brimmed with natural beauty.
She was shining like a holy diamond.
My daughter's they were beautiful creatures,
dressed in pink, as goddesses came,
Goddess bridesmaids.
My son developed a tail for the day,
it was attached to his jacket.
He wore no hat,
for,
it would have spoiled his hair.
The registrar spoke tales of legends
of wedding rings and other things,
My goodness what a day we had.
As she pronounced them man and wife,
God willing, for eternal life.
The bridegroom,
In his speech,
he spoke of family values,
and then we had a laugh,
with tales of swapping shoes with homeless chaps,
in the land of regency.
upon his night of stags and bucks.
The best man,
well, he obviously delved deep into Mark's little black book.
We had fountains full of chocolate,
with strawberries and fudge,
we had roast beef and Yorkshire pud,
Goodness me,
it was so good.
A great big day was had by all,
The music played we had a ball.
Congratulations to you both.
(C) Livvi

She roared in on the back of a lion,
sipping cocktails of conscience.
Sat thinking of wall flowers and such mundane things,
as sharks circled the dance floor,
dark eyes on stalks,
they're assessing their prey.
As octopuses their arms keeping warm,
wrapped around the form of unsuspecting suckers who accept a token drink.

She crept out in a minicab,
somewhat the worse for wear,
sneaked into her bedroom,
flopped on to her needed bed.
Slept until she woke.

Feeling just a little puce.
slightly purple but not really brown.

She let wisdom take the lead,
as the day progressed,
was just at bit of befuddled, muddled fun,
The back bar full of biker's,
roaring more than wild lions,
to the echoes of the rock,
so heavily metallic,
the front bar had the Irish chaps.
trying hard to compete with the back bar noise,
it was ideal for her,
a rock chic at heart,
but she loves the Irish stuff to,
A wholly delightful crazy day.

Afternoon ended with a bang before six,
the bikers left and she did too,
the queen of solo got the bus,
toddled home and shared a curry with her daughter,
just what a mother and daughter ought to do.

my birthday written as a poem for you !
(C) Livvi

A conceived idea.
After a beer and a smoke.
Twisting, turning,
Can't sleep.
Red eyes.
Almost bled eyes.
Words that rock to the roll.
And roll to the rock.
The rhythmic beat of heartfelt feelings.
Pulling together the stringers of the wordy composer.
Emotions be writ.
Of weather, of love,
Of never ever to be love.
Hookers and horn dogs.
About bevvies and circling cogs.
The pressure, the pain, the contracting brain.
Pen dispatched with at last.
Painkillers abused.
Headache after the perverse penitent pen.
After hours of construction.
Head scratching pain.
Finally sleeping.
The birth of a new song overnight.
(C) Livvi

The fire burned in the hearth upon a summer's day, in the land of  blazing abnormality.
The wire haired dog laid silently in his basket, without reaction.
Two other friendly dogs attended, but still he laid.
A silent half giraffe was stroked, he or she, was also still.
Herring gull swung in a cage, motionless and the peacock perched in reticence,  as he was strutted on the cabinet no more.
Half a seal poked its head out from the wall, while the antelope looked on.
And still they sat and chatted, not an eyelid was batted, as they sat and supped their ale, while the air took on the stale scent of musty beings.
The atmosphere in the place was tranquil.
Death, so obvious within this amazing place
Ghastliness of death, was somehow so respectful.
As they gainfully employed the taxidermist, who did a magic job!
(c) Livvi

You gazed upon my nakedness,
Saw right through my skin.
Found my vulnerability and boy, you walked right in.
We two must, oh so keep the faith, let not our precious love escape.
In memorial, we must paint the town bright red.
We must pluck the remnants of the dying daffodils.
As we stroll on through the park.
My heart it aches because of thee,  it's hurting more as I am freed.
Bewitched only by the cultivated style, the one you grew.
Started such fire but never knew, just how much it grew and grew.
You said I was the sorceress, but you, you never ever knew.
Now, I am the princess, locked only for you, in a casket of glass,
Do you still  love me?
I know you do,
I really dare not ask!
For your beautiful gleaming admission,  still lay dying, in our park!

(C) Livvi

The Body Part 1!

Was in a body of evidence.
She was lost.
Young body was found.
Lain on the wooded forest floor.
In a glade.
A shaft of sunlight illuminated a tragedy.
In near silence.
Not even a hare's breath.
Only sound was chorus of dawn from duplicitous birds.
Covering up errors of night's foray.
While hunting for snippets on the wind.
Snippets of moths and remnants of bugs.
Weren't out for carrion.
Did not notice last night's carry on.

The walkers wandered through the trees.
Found sunlit copse where body lay.
She was young.
Auburn haired.
So pretty.
Laid out precisely.
Liken to sleep.
Barely untouched.
Not a hair out of place.
Strange serene smile upon her young face.
Eyes closed tight, as a flower in bud.
Pallid.
Death had stolen her colouring.
Taken her life away.

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I went into the bookshop.
Bought myself a novel.
It was a little tatty.
But, it did not bother me.
It was known to be a classic write, full up with grand description.
Became incredibly exciting full up with fractious fireworks.
Kept me occupied.
I found myself engrossed.
Such words I'd never read before.
The author knew how to transfix the reader, with his very potent words.
I could not put it down.
Read it in detail from cover to cover.
More engrossed in that book than my lover.
He tried to tease me, tried to raise a bit more than a smile.
I snarled at him leave me alone for a while.
Can't you see I'm stuck in my book.
I ignored him.
Turned my back to face the wall.
Next the saddest thing of all.
I got to the last couple of pages in my book and someone had carefully cut them out.
I got so cross.
So very hot.
You must by now realise that I had the missing pages had lost me the plot.
Serves me right.
Should never buy books from the charity shop.
(C) Livvi

Frankenstein's bride, she crept up the stairs.
Knows they're all watching but, just doesn't care.
Gothic by nature, she doesn't mind.

Her hair hangs black in a deadly attack.
She's looking for something that she'll never find.
She has a ***** that has become loose.
Sadly so has he.
Picked up a wrench fit for a monkey.
Frankenstein's monster is falling apart.
Twists it and turns it.
Really tight.
Sorts out her nut job.
And his.
Everything's gonna be alright!
(C) LIVVI








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The idea of marriage was such a curse,
the bride and groom turned up in a hearse.
Sat on the back seat clutching a bouquet of stunning black roses.
the gorgeous bridesmaids sat scratching their noses.
The bridesmaids sat in the bridal car,
worked out cheaper that way by far.
The groom wore a white suit,
it made him look cool,
The bride dressed in black,
she broke all of the rules.
He stuck his ring upon her finger,
it didn't fit too well,
The poor beautiful bride,
She had piled on buckets of weight,
her finger swelled,
so on this her special day,
she really didn't look great.
(C) Livvi