The babbling brook...ripples and trickles...over land, under bridges.
Pathway diverted as she moves, cruising curiously,
I play!
Escapism, no pessimism...
Jesting with the sunlight, she sprinkles life as she brings life's lustre!
Need to splash in her,
Dash in her,
Water warm between my toes...!
Pebbles under feet..,
Water, oh so cool,
Water, oh so sweet!
Jeez, this water soothes me...!
I drink before bathing,
Precious chaste feet,
Every past memory is sent through the flow, helping chase darkness away...,
Troubles flow onward toward the sea....!
At the estuary she arrives...finds her place wallowing amid memories  of many folks emotions passed......,
Washing out into ocean.....,
Slowly, as mere  trickle she came,
All bad dreams gone,
Memories of sorrow refreshed as the ebbing tide returns,
Bringing only pleasant wishes and candy kisses to the shore!
All cleansed!
Small one comes with bucket and *****, scoops a shovel true,
To bring kismet laced with candy kisses to bring right back home to you!
Diffused in airless void however, nightmares,  bad memories all
destroyed!
As ocean swirls, builds up a wild tsunami....she shreds remnants of
tears and night blinded fears!
No more tears,
Tears replaced with purity...virginal waters renewed once more!
Copywright Olivia Kent 13/04/2013.

THE BULLY
They kicked her like she were marbles,
They thought, she may enjoy it,
it was all a bit of fun.
Well they enjoyed it anyway.

There were whispers hanging on the grape vines,
But, the teachers never heard the words,
or maybe didn't listen.
As vipers they spat poison,
along the buzzing gossip lanterns,
fuelled up by the cruelty.

One and one and one made nine,
as the rumour mongers, spun their yarns.
Lucy, she said her clothes were cheap,
she looked just like a *****,
they said.
Anna laughed at her,
at the same time as she watched her weep.
Karen kicked a little more.
Not an ounce of conscience was displayed,

Helena, she led the ring of the *******,
the cheerleader for her victims distress.
What nobody knew was that,
Helena,
Helena,she was a victim too,

A victim of her mother's hand,
Daddy was a raggedy drunk,
who beat her black and blue,
Her culture one of cruelty,
was her catharsis,
A toxic enzyme.

Made her life much easier,
when she could dish the dirt,
When someone else was being hurt,
she was the leader of the girl's brigade,
it made her feel important,
she mattered for once.
for the first time in her travesty of life.
Helena was the victim too,
The victim of vicious circumstance!
(C) Livvi

So you think,
well maybe you don't,
that money,
can maybe,
can maybe, buy you love,
it can't,
I am not fickle,
I am proud and real,
eighteen grand,
he said to me,
he'd set me up,
for a year,
said I was his soul mate,
said he wanted to come to my house,
throw me over my bed,
and do things to me,
I don't think so,
do you?
I have pride,
more pride than any know,
yes even you mother,
For God's sake,
it's not all about the money,
I have buckets of love to give unlimited,
but not for money,
Jesus, this fella,
he ain't nice,
he's sad and desperate,
and that's for sure,
He's coming nowhere near my door!
(C)Livvi

The butterfly slept on the arm with the sun.
She spent her life with the special one.
Her wings were red and edged with ebony black.
Delicate as lace.
She picked her companion carefully.
A Buddleia bush, a swarm of glory, a kaleidoscope, a flutter.
Alighted for the after noon,
Her life will fail her much to soon.
Short while spent in an unkind case.
Embryo unwrapped.
Locked in the doorway of the old woman's shed.
From nature at her harshest to nature at her glorious,
by means of metamorphosis.
ugly gave up beautiful, rare delicate exquisite expression, mere words cannot describe.
Escaped from her casing and so she fled.
Lovely Lepidoptera.
(C) LIVVI

The bells of a million bicycles fill the air, townsfolk amble without even a care.
Atmosphere of dozy dreams.
Tulips on the bank side pout, kissing away at the pure ****** air.
No traffic, or trafficking.
They sit, enjoying their trip.
Toking on the hookah, or toking on a ******, that choice is yours.
They roll a spliff,  oh sweet Mary Joanna.

A dingy back room in a dismal dark corner.
Don't ever say that nobody warned yer.
Oppressive atmosphere of sullen death.
Addiction takes control of the lonely soul, who needs to escape.
Who may never get old.
Found slumped, laid out ,cold.
Torniquet locked up tight.
The buzz of the day, that ended the life.
Of the poor soul.
Had nothing better to do.
Attached to the end of the body that's fixed, shot up, sky high.
The world ended, not in that passion filled cafe.
(c) Livvi

Drink a toast to the dreams that got lost.

Sat in a world of  the single minded.
The location of shattered dreams lost.

No longer whispering.
Ghosts of long gone dreams.

They wail.
They scream as banshees of doom.

Predicting solitary misery.

Not destitute,
Quite happy really,

Hell maybe, I am,
I am not.

The music plays and I drown in it.
Swallowing it, hook line and sinker.

This funny woman,
A deep thinker.

An amusing muser.
Somewhat bemused.

She lives on the planet of miserable cow.

The couple next door.
Sharing a lunch,

One between two.
In oblivious dreams of true romance.

New romantics perhaps.
As lucky sods and demi-gods,

They sat and munched their lunch.

Me,
The she,

Listens to the music, listless.
In a place where no-one can dance.

Tapping my foot in time.
Yes, my friend.
I said in time

And the music strokes the air.
The music gets stuck in my auburn hair.

Soul to soul,
She is bare,
Unwrapped.

My coffee went cold.
Should I maybe be so bold.

To stay and listen to more.
And the music became more.

So much more.

My inspiration on this glorious day.
Passion in full view.

C'est la vie.
(And Alaric ,my friend).

May the devil enjoy my play on words,
Such injustice be kindly greeted.

Would prefer to tickle angels, with my words instead.

Sooner meet the Lord of Love,
When I end up dead!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Trolling the dark woods.
Bracken crunching underfoot.
Scratching errant branches catch my skin at every step.
Why am I here?
I scratch my head.
I find a splinter.
The trees answer my behest.

Nemophilist, walking the woodland.
Battling branches...metaphorically of course.
Nature is my calling.
It's calling out to me.
Begging for sunlight's sustenance.
To fortify and rectify.
It's domain is tortured.
Threatened and teased by builders of houses.
Property developers.
For as humans born of man we are just products bent on destruction.
The oak tree stands fixated on my visit.
It doesn't move.
It can't.
It has more to say than I ever can.
I am representative of it's wishes.
Stood longer than you or I.
Look me in the eye and declare that you don't  care.
I dare you.
(c)Livvi

Herald my coming man with wings of steel.
The trumpets will announce my arrival.
Written in here or as words spoken indeed.
A brass band will play in our honour.
From the bus I will step into a world unknown.
Reception unknown too.
Last bus to London.
Into the land of mortal sin.
Maybe not sin.
Maybe a  way of life for the living.

I now pronounce my arrival!
In advance.
On the eleventh day of the eleventh month.
I shall descend on the capital of our ancient nation.
Blessed gift to  you and I.
At 11 am on that day I will be in the Capitol to await the arrival of one who cares.
To stay for a week or a moment in time!
Livvi x

The Cataclysmic Frog!

Knows he wants to die.
Slip from his lily pad.
No-one knows why.
All he seeks is misery.
He’d sooner end up dead.
A frog of many colours with toxins in his skin.
To tell the truth in this sorry tale
Which is maybe merely a superficial jest.
Secrets told and secrets sold.
Only shows an honoured few.
He is gifted.
Blessed with awesome style.
Offers trips,
Accompany him on his lily pad,
The cataclysmic frog, he’s not bad.
Subtlety strokes.
Most of his gifts he keeps hidden away.
Denies he has them.
He’s crying inside.
Cowering in fears’ depths.
All love concealed.
The frog, he knows these feelings exists.
Finds them hidden under well- worn pebbles.
Eroded by the tide.
Pebbles round and shiny.
Clear and bright, occasionally catch sunlight.
Provoking memories, still fresh.

A fear of fingers snatching him, causing searing pain inside.
In his heart feels wickedness as stabbing needles burn again.
The sky drips with vermilion blood tears.
As in sadness, he denies.
Believes he can’t see her in front of his eyes.
Dries out while he dies.
Just as he expires before he flies.
Such a shame.
He knows this vision was predicted.
Together they shall beat a retreat.
Poor dying frog stuck upon a skewer.
Finding excuses to give to his muses.
The sad cataclysmic frog, once again he’s blinded.
As his true love he denied.
Just see what he loses!
Olivia Kent 2013
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In full lunacy attire,
he's baying at the scornful moon.
The moon with many faces,
throughout the month of June,
The straight jacket's getting tighter.
his laughter's roaring crazily,
he's making so much noise,
they told him he was crazy,
his only last request.

To fit in with the others,
to be one of the normal boys.
he bares his teeth involuntary,
canine trapped behind the fence,
the fence of ill repute.

He lost his family years passed by,
was a traumatic road crash,
in which his kinfolk died.

Found the boy child,
hair of black,
took him to their lair,
the lupine lair of night,
and in such darkness,
did they care for the child,
for the child of the moon,
with thick black hair,
they heard him calling,
so they did.

The folk of the village also did.
they wanted rid,
called upon the powers that be,
would they release him?
let him be,
they kept him in a hospital,
a place of safety,
so they said,
no longer free,
his heart was bound,
******* with chains.

That was long, long ago,
and still we hear his howls of woe,
when the moon hangs high up in the sky,
listen very closely,
can you hear him cry?
(C) Livvi

They say there's crystal lurking at the end of the maze.
Friends told you of its glint in the autumn sun.
It's luring you to find it.
Taunting you to ****** it.
To give it a steal.
To give it a go.
Or steal to get it.
This crystal, it's not beautiful.
It's evil.
Crystal ****.
Claws in.
You're caught.
Little chance of mortal escape.
Death in pursuance.
Chasing of the soul of the innocent.
Spurred on by influential peers.
Peers seemingly cool.
Follow their path.
Now who's the fool.
(C) Livvi

Started this day with a hide made of leather.
Vengeance burns.
Such spite.
Fingers bled when tickling demons heart.
A pure heart sold in the name of art.
Cruel words smash the ******.
Alcohol causes diversity.
In a heart so *******.
In lessons learned.
Crashing and burning in buckets of drink.
Think.
And think and think some more.
Straight laced and serious maybe.
Maybe not.
A diverse head that's flying hot.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The curse of a million worldwide women .
Came back and bit bit me on the ****.
Again it made me bleed.
Thought I'd moved on past.
My not so missed fertility.

Went to work, all good as gold.
My aged life it did unfold.
Was so upset.
With much regret.
I thought I'd faced the change.
So strange.

Thought the thing that kept me fertile.
Had run away for a long while.
It's back with a vengeance.
My ****** stupid body.
Just in time,
A Christmas gift.
Sorely so not wanted.
I guess a lesson sorely learnt.
Should not take my body for granted!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The Darker Side of Poetry!

How can we go dancing,
When in the dark you scream,
In violence and vengeance,
When your heart bleeds and dies,
Black roses grace your presence,
Startled by your disrespect,
Assaulting,
Insulting,
As you poke your poison tongue's expulsions,

Blaggart,

Crimes made out of time,
How can love be you,
When you have a heart of glass,
Heart, himself is dancing,
Dying while he writes,
Through diamond mines tranquility,
Unearthed a heart of glass.

Always lots of takers,
Fill up the undertaker's
Probably on Wednesday,
Cos she is full of woe.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Deck of Cards.

The deck of cards tumbled,
The wind cruelly snatched them from the gamblers hand,
Twisted his hand,
In an evil twist of fate,
Stolen from the gambling man,
Ripped the Waster off,
All he ever had,
All worldly possessions gone,
His wife has given up,
For he loves the queen of hearts instead,
She teased him,
Stole all his goods and chattels,
In total disrespect,
He has nothing left,
Stole all his money all extracted with satin strings,
Satisfied casino owners greed,
It’s a racket,
Greed is fed,
While he feeds his money out,
He’s always lusting more,
Casino owner’s provocation bleeding those he caught in his deceitful web of promises,
Down at the ***** tonk bar,
Money does not go very far,
Tragic victim goes off to the bank to score another score,
For another jinxed fix,
Lady luck never loves him back,
Can’t look him in the eye,
A soul of sorrow,
Caught in a land of underground lies,
Insulting his name,
Crushing his honour,
As he kisses his money goodbye,
Yet again!
Copyright Olivia Kent 2013

Went to work,
toddled of to eat my lunch,
it rang very loudly,
screaming,
mother answer me,
so I did,
the vibe of the cell,
The voice said momma,
you're there munching,
but your little dog is wailing,
why,
why, said I what's the matter?
"Mother you locked the dog in the study",
gee ****,
I think she needs a ***,
she hadn't had her dinner yet,
No sign of the spare key.
son in law climbed on the roof,
forced the window,
that's the truth,
clambered in from land outdoors,
the door was opened,
dog took to her paws,
dashed outside, running free,
my cool doggy had saved her ***,
no mess on the carpet, the floor was dry.
the good dog had a better day.
(C)Livvi

The Dragon

Bowels of earth emitting sulphurs' acrid stench,
This denizen of darkness dank,
Dragon stood with baited breath,
Unfurling vein engorged wings,
While peeking out for little things,
As tasty titbit,
He could nibble,

Then a maiden strolling by caught this wicked dragons eye,
Lost his hunger for his lunch,
Fancied woman for his munch,
This dragon was a little *****,
Didn't fancy woman mornay,

He fancied love this tragic dragon,
Scuffled over smiling sweetly,
As only dragon can,
She was frightened totally and called out to her man,
Her man he came to rescue her from this scary dragon chap,
What a huge mishap,
His lady ran, she rushed away,
While man became the dragon's lunch!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
A little humour for you!

The dragon of chest pain with infiltrated lungs.
Sits in the corner, he's coughing again.
He's twenty two, but that means nothing.
He tugs on his roll up and coughs up some more.
He says sweet mama, my chest is so sore.
Yellow jelly coughed down the sink.
Before he takes another drink.
He turns on the tap to release all the crap, that lays on his chest.
Says it's for the best, as it only gets worse.
When trying to quit, it's the smokers curse.
He seen all the adverts about beating cancer.
As dancing with death as nicotine necromancer.
Says the cigarettes make him feel magic.
Thinking it's tragic, he thinks so too.
He can't help it, he needs to smoke.
My son is a dragon, and  hell it's no joke.
How I hate to hear him choke!
(c) Livvi

He lived at the base of a bottle.
He broke it.
Spilled contents.
Became insane.
Craving.
Baying like a wild wolf.
Wolves are nice.
He wasn't.
There have been tales of lupines kind looking after human cubs.
Displaced and alone.
He wasn't one.
He was a werewolf.
Baying for blood or beer.
The latter more evocative of the demonic drinker.
Left behind.
Just me, thinker.
Then I recalled.
Remembering him.
Hollering for loudly for yet another drink.
Made me think!
(c)Livvi

He spent his life propping up the bar.
Stepped outside and got in the car.
He tore away from the forecourt.
The drunken driver, ripped the street to bits.
Flashing and dashing and buzzing like hell.
Thought he was driving really well.
His memory is cursed to burn.
He hit a tree on the side street.
Hell is waiting for him.
It's arms are open wide.
In the room in ITU.
The beeping machine hit a monotone streak.
Beyond reprieve.
Had no family to cry for him.
No friends to sigh under their breath, nobody's sorry.
His only friend fell out of a bottle or pump.
His eyes both black as midnight.
The front of his head christened.
Only with one god almighty bump.
(C) Livvi

The dwarf at the bus stop dressed in his camouflage.
Trying to escape from a fantasy.
He was on his way to upper earth.
He toked on his joint as for the bus he waited.
Had icicles on the tips of his beard, or maybe just drips of the tea that he'd dribbled.
He wasn't young, nor was he old.
He sure as hell looked very cold.
My bus came, carried me away.
Off into the fantasy of another great day.
The sun gleams redundantly, she's not warming the world.
Today's missing Fahrenheit are making my toes curl.
(c) Livvi

Tall tree in front the eyes of the witness.
Knots appear as elephants knees.
Base of tree seems like elephant feet.
Living wood.
Immobile.
Farther up the tree appears a pair of perfect *******.
Insensitive to sensation.
Cold and hard.
Still beautiful.
Not a leaf in sight.
This tree could persuade her witness that she were made of solid stone
If the witness didn't know better.
(C) LIVVI

I like you more than words could ever express.
You are a lovely gentleman, but you drive me wholly mental man!
You whinge as a child, self-righteous, with pompous perfection.
Feel cold as a dripping block of ice,
Next to me.. I still feel a tragic vacancy.
You would give up your world for me.
I am however sad.
For I am a glass full up with tepid passion.
I have the heart of an inferno,
Yearning to melt.
The insides of a china doll.
The thought of you touching me, is making me cringe.
I am guessing a little messily, that maybe I should be cruel to be kind.
I hope in my guilty heart ,that you won't mind.
For I fear, the deeper you get, the more I'll regret.
Hanging onto frozen friendship for the sake of your heart.
Loving you, no chance, not ever, never even for friendship sake,
My only love poetic art.
(C) LIVVI

There is a sorceress,
she's cruising the sky,
in just a dark moment,
the kerb,
won't be dry,
and her breath,
with the spin of a wild tornado,
She will fight,
She will bite,
Collect up her cape,
Creep on her besom,
take serious flight,

Her teeth will snarl treetops,
bathed heaving in raindrops,
Nervous conduction in weather's eruption,
where those trees really shake,
And earth beneath quakes,
You know that you're feeling,
the full force of the storm.
(C) Livvi

The fields are stained with red, not whine.
The fields cry loudly without harmony.
The air is filled with violence,
Painting the air in shades of blue and black.
Onwards they go, no turning back.
An odd bird, bedraggled by the passing bullets at speed.
Uncertain future awaits.
Blinded by the flashes of the fighting.
An encore,
And another.

Watching the bird flung up to the moon.
Breeze and rain, raised him again.
Why he came out to play in the rain.
I know not.
Drifting on whirling rain.
Tossed around as lonely feather.
I don't why he wants to fly this awful day.
He seems to have no reason.

Me today,
I want to stay and hide inside.
Not go out and play.
With wind so wild, in rain so wet.

My palace may be gloomy.
I play within my own domain.
This place today is the place.
Where I lay my head.

Push my pen.
My stomach satisfied.
My body warmed.
It is a charming day.
Unless of course,
I were that sorry drowning bird!
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Lady of dance so eloquent, Flamenco born from her wombs' true intent,
Castanets clatter, as tambourine rattles,
with excitement, accrued within whirls,
she prances and dances within circles, all flashing,
to reach her prince charming, was truly so dashing, her hair rolled up in a tight fitting bun,
As she swirled up to reach her finale, twas said,
she was here no longer, she was truly dead,
she deceased many years, hence past,
For every so often her vengeance she cast,
Prince so vain, found another sweet lover,
left her alone with her pain,
left her mark on the spot,
where her true love stopped,
Gave her no attention,
well too little to mention,
took her life with such a harsh knot,
when the moon is bright, on one sorrowful night,
She'd appear to dance for the crowds,
The watchers looked on, not terrified, by the sight of the tragic flamenco bride!
Copywrite, Olivia Kent 24/03/2013.

The Fool

The grass bows in respect as he passes,
A fool so very unruly,
Spits vengeful passion,
Sets the bowing grass on fire,
Destroying nature with his smile,
Raucous,
Lashing feelings,
Eyelashes flutter in mortified shame,
Curling of their own accord,
In harmony of discord!
Disputed by speech in truth!

Love songs live ,
Castigated fool,
This lyricist,
Chastised for lack of care,
Beaten down,
Darkened magic mind,
Riling by inspiring,
Cauldron bubbles,
Images evaporate,

Eternal gossamer magic,
This fool's a clever fool!
He is such unruly fool,
Will never admit it,
Uncool fool,
Will stand in attendance,
To whims and things,
Main retorts in nonchalance!
Founded in chalice,
Full,
This fool,
Well,
He's no village idiot!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The gas man visited today.
Tried to blow them all away.
Smoking setts all filled with fumes.
Bertie badger's done away with.
Bovine T.B.
Setts empty now.
All for the sake of some silly cow.
(C) LIVVI

He's a ghost in a darkened room.
Windows open.
Breeze, tickling the pleats as it pleases.
His spirit fills the air with white noise.
He kisses you on the cheek.
You can almost taste the spearmint gum, he was chewing before the crash.
You remember watching him pass.
From this world to wherever next.
Strange really.
You were less of a priority to the struggling medics.
It hurt like hell.
You recall it well.
They say you don't remember trauma.
But this day, you'll keep in mind forever.
Your daughter Lucy with her close cropped yellow hair, walks into the room,
She knows you're both there.
Visited the foreboding house.
She just passed, had to say goodbye.
Still full of sorrow.
Happy that her parents had died together.
Saving grace.
Together forever at last.
(c)Livvi

As the sun doth rise today,I sit in reflection.
Such treasure was born of the end of the rainbow.
The softest of gentle moans and groans.
As blessed the atmosphere be in the room.
Gentle moans and groans, delivered in potency as banshee wails.
That child of mine in such sufferance delivered unto us a son.
A glorious gift the fruit of the loom, delivered within ambient room.
Not one earthly emotion could ever beat, bearing witness to crowning glory.
That beautiful boy is truly sweet.
(c) Livvi

The Girl with the Auburn Hair!

Once was a young sweet woman.
With long and flowing auburn hair.
Time passed with no dignity.
Cracks and crevasses appeared.
A face of furrows, where ages burrowed.
Where once did kindness dwell.

Bitter and twisted and hurting like hell.
She's nobody's fool.
No longer loves puppet.
This once sweet young woman she stood.
And she laughed.
Curled up in fits.
At the fool on the hill.

A disparaging manner in loves lost disgust.
So obviously vanished.
When once his friendship.
Wholly did trust.
Now all that remains.
Only tears of dust.

Not mad just disillusioned.
Love hoodwinked her heart.
Keeps her safe.
Just for using, abusing and musing with fire.

Tossed away without a care.
The beautiful heart.
With auburn hair!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

You make me laugh.
I curl up as a strand of hair may.
When in my mind you play.
Sometimes you make me cry and bleed.
My heart put out to seed.
At times you make me smile inside.

Occasionally I drown in your depths.
Once in a while I burn with your passion.
But then I remember.
I am just one of you.
Just a poet.
A mere poet.
A poet full of smiles.
The black heart nurse with heart of solid gold.

My crystal pen speaks
See through my words.
Dissect me and uncover me.
Discover what I mean.
You'll find I'm nearly normal!
(C) LIVVI 2014

A suspicious lump appeared in the pit of his tummy.
His woman, a professional in training noticed it,
She was also a mummy,
But not his.
A little education, a spot of worthwhile interest told her something wasn't right.
Sent him to see the medical man after a somewhat worrying night.
The doctor had a serious face as he forged forward with his diagnosis.
Orchids are such beautiful flowers,
He had to have his flower stole.
Had an orchidectomy.
Poor soul,
This chap, he had testicular CA.
Almost stole his manhood away.
Gave him a prosthesis, made of plastic.
Like a weird egg.
Pretty unpleasant, necessarily drastic.
The woman, the professional walked out of his life,
She saved his life, but was never his wife.
Now he's absolutely fine,
Alive and well,
After chemotherapy,
and a little bit of time,
No longer mine.

It was something,
a sight to be seen,
the day the bride turned up in black,
the groom turned up in blazing red,
the bridesmaids all wore ****** white,
the ladies all held bouquets,
twisted from a combination,
of Venus fly traps,
and wire with barbs,

A man who looked like Satan,
good looking,
suave,
full up with sophistication,
conducted the unholy service,
smiling,
his black eyes were beaten,
blue,
bloodless,
airless,
the order of service,
was written in blood,
and from it,
he read with a fearsome roar,

He turned,
pronounced them man and wife,
and proceeded to cut,
their throats with a knife,
Dragged to the reception,
still barely living,
a little bloodied,
but breathing,
VNV Nation, spilled the words of Beloved,
and they stepped right into hell,
on their wedding day,
one hell of a day.
(C) Livvi

It was something,
a sight to be seen,
the day the bride turned up in black,
the groom turned up in blazing red,
the bridesmaids all wore ****** white,
the ladies all held bouquets,
twisted from a combination,
of Venus fly traps,
and wire with barbs,

A man who looked like Satan,
good looking,
suave,
full up with sophistication,
conducted the unholy service,
smiling,
his black eyes were beaten,
blue,
bloodless,
airless,
the order of service,
was written in blood,
and from it,
he read with a fearsome roar,

He turned,
pronounced them man and wife,
as he proceeded to cut,
their throats with a knife,
Dragged to the reception,
still barely living,
a little bloodied,
but breathing,
VNV Nation, spilled the words of Beloved,
and they stepped right into hell,
on their wedding day,
one hell of a day.
(C) Livvi

Why my darling didst thou lie?
Encased in arms of another maiden?
Was she prettier than me?
Eloquent in speech and mind?
Wealthier than all the world?
Did she purchase diamonds for you?
Give you pearls?
Was she clingy?
Could you breathe?
Were you pleased with your encounter?
As you swum with sharks.
Wandered with whales.
Why did you try to steal coral for me?
Surely,you knew that the gifts living deep in the sea aren't there for you, to steal for me.
Your buddies dived in to track you down.
Snared by the octopus, in whose arms thou didst drown.
Her beautiful coral, most wonderful crown.
Belongs to her, not you or me.
Deep in the realms of under the sea.
(c)LIVVI

A speechless hill enthused with history, stands tall.
Breathtaking,gracing the skyline of Winchester.
From the morning train, I see Lady Catherine in all her glory.
A toupee of trees on the top, discard leaf litter, as it tumbles.
Body of  plague victims interred deep in the hill.
An iron-age hill fort, a barrow minus wheels.
Teeming.
This hill’s alive with wildlife.
Steeped with history.
Stagger to the top of the beautiful beast, peep at the miz maze, a weird design.
Rest awhile, realise how beautiful it is.
Let peace be the only thing up there, to come and invade your space.
Well worth the climb, now to get down;  she's not far off perpendicular.
Gratefully wander down the man-made rickety steps.
Touch base, look up, further survey the climb you just made.
Relish those charms of St Catherine.
OLIVIA 2014

Make up in fake facade,
Encased with insignificance,
All she wants is money,
For fun maybe,
Or to feed her rabid habit,
In short skirt and makeup,
She'll dance for the pennies you throw and maybe more,
A heart of gold,
Dressed purely as sad *****,
Will show her goods and chattels for a moment out of time,
May drift in to a world of tragedy,
Labelled as a crime,
She may not find a reason and I guess she cannot rhyme.
She'll do nothing for you unless you pay for time!

(And no this is not me, it's just a poem!)
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

War is brewing.
Bubbling in a melting ***.
Smelling of the devil.
Sulphurous and raw.
Winged assailants chucking their bombs.

Link hands and hold on tight.
Let love move in overnight.
Warriors we have to stop.
Sisters beseeched by others take control.
As we are mother nature's soul.
They tell us only good can triumph.
But the temperature's rising.
It's going to blow.
Such hatred, such spite.
The war machine, so hateful is spoiling for a fight.
(c)Livvi

Me thinks the end of the world is enroute.
Can't see the horsemen yet,
all I see currently is four *****,
carrying *****,
one named Putin,
one named Cam,
cam- ***** that is,
the third portent carrying Obama,
number four is one huge ***,
it carries the fighting factions of Palestine and Jerusalem,
upon it's breaking back.

And along comes Mr Reaper,
In robes of black,
he has eyes,
he sees,
he speaks,
words in tongues,
he's waiting in the wings,
he's defying his good friend war to come and play.

Together they pen poems in history books,
together a treaty writ,
declaring the end is nigh,
The books will be lost in night skies,

They may still be diverted if the imbeciles,
stop, look and listen,
to one another,
with a gentle ripple of commonsense
The reaper,
well,
he may still be turned away until the time is right!
(C) Livvi

The horse is dead.
Long beyond flogging.
It's skin was stripped by a couple of tanners.
After being treated with tenderness.
That horse was merely a hobby.

An old broom handle.
Minus emotions.
A head full of kapok.
And a heart made of wood.
Nobody could love him.
Nobody should.

He ran around the stables.
Knocking down the mares.
Where once he had just knocked them up,
As he was out to stud.

The rag and bone man came to call.
Saw him laying in the yard.
Left his calling card.
The child who once loved him so.
Decided she must let him go.
The rag man he received a call.
Collected hobby horse.
He gave her a bright and shiny quid.
Slung him on the back of his cart.
Stuck him in the shop window.
While his mares passed by and laughed.




By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)