Once, again she returned to the door at the end of the world.
Sat down with the proprietor, he faced her once years before.
Now, it was apparent she knew so much more.
She was now more wizened and wise, the proprietor saw it as he stared  into her eyes.
She sat and they spoke, while she choked on her coffee,  for today was the day she was legally set free.
Today after many years, her time was right  for they had found the key.

Together,they mulled over reasons, they chewed over rhymes.
Life had been great, she'd had some good times.
Too few, but too many had played with her heart.
Now she could smile at her depart.
In her mind, she stored memories of good times and bad,
Times of merriment and times when so mad.
A lifetime of emotions, written in her faded book.
She left it behind, so all of you can take a look.
Take a peep at the words, carried by birds, of the once suicidal one.
She was captured by writing and cute conversation with the proprietor of the cafe at the end of the world.
Who now had the key, now that bird was set free.
(C) Livvi

Why wear a band of gold,
Which signals entrapment,
Had one once before,
Weighed a ton around my neck,
Metaphorically of course,
It's hold was one so powerful weighed me down,
Took my breath away.

Not been dazzled by diamonds and rubies,
Not even blown by pearls,
I seek no earthly riches,
Like many other girls,
Sooner, have a lover I can cherish and adore,
Where we can be together as one,
Living apart for ever more,

In solace of a silver ring upon my finger placed,
Much more significance,
I feel.......,as an honest caring lady,
I am the real deal.

(Oh My Goodness, I don't half write some *******! In one of those moods ! ***)
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Looking down at mudflat river,
Remnants of life,
Where the water's running low,
Imagining looking at the once white weir of dizziness, now dry,
Hell on earth,
Where did it go,
To some the touch of summer sun brings intense, immense delight,
But for now, the river's teeming life,
Once abundant sits redundant,
Desperation shown in it's desperate sorrow without tears,
Two last fish flounder gasping for fresh water's tender kiss,

Summer sun brings treasure as leisure times are cherished lazing on the grassy banks,
With the one who fills my hearts desire,
While glory skies are filled with fire,
As we loll on the bank, soaking up her solar rays on scorching red hot July days,
Much disregard for essence of life itself!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Tonight the Robin flew.

Left the land of once was .

Now in eternal peace.

Walked into the light.

Flown legitimately.

Robin left the planet.

Set Mandela free!

And into the light he steps.

From non-religious English girl ..Goodnight sweet sleep and rest in eternal peace.

Slaap goed vader van Afrika-lande

(c) Livvi Kent!5/12/2013

Came home from a trek into town.
To buy so odds and sods.
Guess what smacked me in the eyes.
Memories generated by sweet pewter rocking horse.
I walked into the sitting room.
Found laid upon the deck.
Undamaged fortunately.
My little pewter rocking horse.
Initiated memories of us two in the pub.
Where we first met that rocking horse.
Not mine.
The one that lived on the shelf by the books.
Remember that day so clearly.
You were very funny.
You still are in your own sweet way.
You were drunkish and I was your dear lady.
Still am.
Everyone who approached us.
You greeted with one question are you a poet?
You told the world that proud you are to be one.
Me. Poetess also with poise and prowess.
I'm proud of you.
I will always remember that day.
Come what ever.
As poets and lovers we remain.
Livvi Kent Sept 2013

THE ROYAL WEDDING
Today,
I'm standing proud as a soldier,
but,
nowhere near as brave.
My eldest son is to marry today,
He is a fatherless child,
he wears not the tee shirt.
He is a total gentleman,
His father,
I know not,
for once,
I was a wild child.
His father is never to know him.
I'm sure if he did and I did too,
He too would be proud,
as stunning as a peacock.
If I knew who he was,
My son himself would be aware,
but,
sadly it's too late,
no difference could it make today.
The sun is glowing.
In my heart and in the sky,
just a few clouds knocking about.
Today's about my son.
Starting a true love life,
with his novice wife
My son he makes me proud,
My son and Stacey, his bride,
I wish you all the realms of good luck,
on this your very special day!
(c) Livvi

A body in full glory stands before him.
Perpendicular in patent black shiny shoes, skirt hugging her truest form!
Her eyes wide and  sultry stare deep into his persona.
Finding, vibrant body heat!
A tigress on a hungry prowl.
She strokes her lips meaningfully with her sandpaper tongue!
She has patterns of her own.
Talons painted scarlet, remnants of her last victim!
She wants to seize and devour him.....
To chew on his his bone is her lust!
She desperately needs to eat....
Her tongue starts to trickle in jest....
Daring him to play!
She entraps him in his world of fantasy,
He is tempted....so tempted,
He needs to be fed, has desires of his own......
No fight in him.
He succumbs to her needs!
She expresses her desires.
Gesturing him to drop before her majestic form.
Holds his head in her hands, stroking his hair gently.
Sudden dire urges on.
The gentleness has left,
His hair was yanked.
She pushes him hard onto the bed.  
Craving feed more as they grapple.
He turned, trousers full of promise succumbing to her, at last!
Copyrright, Lady Livvi  06/03/2013.






He turned, trousers full of promise succumbing to her, at last!
Copywrite, Lady Livvi 06/03/2013.

Shiny rooftops struck my eyes.
Ice chewed on my fingertips.
The wind his name was Chilly *****.
My toes aren't coming out to play.
They're hiding under my snuggly cover.
I'm not bitter.
It is a bit.
A spritzer of icicles just where they fit.
This old soul is rather cold and she really doesn't like it much.
Take hold of my hand, unfurl the coming blossoms of forthcoming spring.
I heard a cuckoo call two weeks or so ago.
I guess he got it wrong.
(c) Livvi

She wore a blue dress,
a brilliant blue dress,
full to the brim with memories,
she wore it the last time her eyes met his,
the time when they kissed,
when they last touched,
one and one made two,
both together really wild.

That was the effect of the ladylike gown,
just an old-fashioned and feminine frock,
a splurge of loud blue flowers,
buttoned up the front,
tied at the back in a flouncy cotton bow,
dominated by her feminine wiles,
how they loved and laughed and smiled,
at each other,
for a while,
there were no others.

They loved,
they died,
well the feelings did,
and so they cried,
all for the sake of the blue dress,
dragged out of the wardrobe,
as the weather got hot,
a revelation of memories.

As,she suddenly realised,
she hadn't forgot!
(C) Livvi

I see clouds,
painted onto the sky,
they look like hills,
I could walk over them,
if only,
they weren't,
mere water vapour,
standing liken to mountains,
with castles on top,
as the day changes,
the sun sets slowly,
the clouds hang static,
they're fully charged,
slowly filling with rain,
lashes of rain,
splashes of rain,
soon they will pile,
the sky electric,
waiting to prepare an overnight storm,
perhaps tomorrow,
maybe it won't be so warm.
(C) Livvi

The skeleton's cry,
it falls from within,
it's sobbing because,
it so misses its skin,
It cries because,
it misses a heart that beats,
in synchronicity,
in perfect time,
with a brain that thinks,
creating rhyme.

It cries of lost emotion as it's laying in it's bed,
it's so cold,
this bag of bones.
It sobs,
It's alone in its bed,
crying out loud,
"Ladies and gentlemen,
I don't want to be dead.
For I have more to accomplish,
much more,
Ladies and gentleman.
Now you heard my last wish!"
(C) Livvi

Stood at the lane's edge, amid the cobble stones.
A child with the beauty of innocence cried.
Hair closely cropped.
She wore a but dress of itchy handmade sack.
She wore no shoes on her feet.
A pitiful sight.
She was too sad for home.
She was not going back.
A tree stump beside her, urged her to sit.
She cried and cried and cried a bit more.
She'd seen soldiers turn up.
They ransacked the farm.

She ran like the wind, they must do her no harm.
The beautiful child clutched on to her charm.
Her charm an amulet, holding much magic.
The path of the planet moving to tragic.
She held it close to her chest, curled up in her arm.
For after the madness and after the rage.
She was the saviour.
The spirit of the age.
(C) LIVVI

The Starship

To collect their lord of time they came.
In brightly lit visual ships.
Lights rotating.
Blazing round Orion's Belt as they scooted on.
Descending almost stooping in a crescendo of multi-coloured flashes.
Simultaneous in rhythm.
Similar to ancestral craft.
Seen many times before.
In silent mission.
Concealed from humanity whose terror they had often felt.
In an illumination of oblivion soon to be.
This was their last attempt.
Tried to ****** the evil as they struggled with dark polluted air.
Rancid was the vile stench.
As if Earth was slowly rotting to her putrid core.
Night dispensed a shower of hypnotic dust.
Irritated all men's eyes.
Dust of hypnosis sent the world to sleep,
Eyes blighted by nightmares of things seen recently passed.
While inhabitants slept peacefully.
Their evilness was cleansed.
Another chance was given for the world to start again as friends.
At that moment their lord of time, he was collected.
Smiled a smile with dignity.
Forgave mortal man's stupidity.
And screeched give peace a chance.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

As a stifling blanket she visited our world,
Covered us with golden smile,
We melt, somehow suffocating,
Near drowning in a saline drench,
Sister sun sent blessings to dress our blazing world,
Her power filled rays controlled man's gaze,
We live unprotected as pure skin is neglected,
Our eyes are blinded by her glare,
The sun is shining and most people have no cares,
Don't care was made to care,
Heat stroke grabbed them as their skin got really red!

Friday morning.
Sun shining brightly.
Train jolted to a sudden halt.
Guard announced over tannoy.
Somewhat garbled.
Sorry ladies and gents.
'We have an issue'.
Can go no further.
Moaning morning service users.
Became somewhat foul mouthed abusers.

Hey guard, what's happening'.
Can't open the doors.
Stuck in this spot.
'Okay ladies and gents I'll level'.
There's a swan on the track.
Our path is blocked.
With a concerned voice he announced.
My fat controllers agreed.
These doors can be undone.
Morning commuters all begone.

Stepped from the train.
Peeped to right.
In front of my eyes a magical site.
Cygnet sat.
Greyish brown on the rails.
Waterloo train.
Held to ransom.
A foot away from death he sat.
Not flustered.
Guarded by the queen.

Went to work.
Cared all day
About how swan got taken away that day.
On way home
Asked the staff.
Relieved at last.
Taken away safe and sound.
Now I smile!





By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Hold not my head in a dream.
Keep me locked tight in my field of ignorance.
Fenced in with barbs of silence.
Poison seeps from my mortal wounds.
Protection held close to my chest, so with thy dagger thy may not ****.
My friend at my store of convenience, she spoke, said to me,
"Why do you always write dark stuff"?
With a glint in my glass eye and a wry smile, I replied,because, "I can"!
(C) Livvi

They crept around under the eaves.
Weevils and bugs, within their thatched rugs.
The old wooden roof, all damp and so miserable.
Covered dense dressed in ivy leaves.
The tears of the rain, poured out their emotions.
While the wind cries Mary and swears sweet devotions.
Over the thatch and down through the cracks.
It's weight did increase, was the hold of the rain.
Cold and wet,  it so suffered it's pain.
The torture of the village thatch,
where birds nests live and sweet chicks hatch.
Hearing nothing, but the  incessant drips as they crashed to the ground.
(c) Livvi

He came and stole my heart away, with savage blade removed it,

Let the blood flow crisp and clean...til it was expended,

Stuffed in trench coat, ebony black...,

Now guess what I need it back,

Said he popped it in a box of silk,

Gave it to post master of black arts...,

Who had a major issue,

Was always losing maidens hearts....,

My friend said he had mailed it,

As a normal male would,

Red bloodied I knew,.....!

He'd kept it locked up at his place,

So he could true rely, again...!

On catching his fair maiden's eye, the next time she flew by!

Knew next time he saw her she's give him love anew, but all the time he kept her heart,

It left her feeling blue.

As sparkling harbour deep, rippling far inside. he keeps it.!

Cos, in his heart , although denied,

Wanted her love not to drift on tide....

Left words barely spoken,

Pray, now!

Let us renew our love!

I say, let us pray!

Livvi Kent 19/04/2013.

The Trouble with Dwarfs!

Not snow white in fairy gaffs.
Bashful indiscretion.
Happy has a smiling face.
Every now and then.
Grumpy in the morning.
When alarm says up you get.
Off you have to go and play.
Snow White, well she wants sweet sleepy's head.
'Hi **, hi **.
It's off to work you go.'
He said!
***** was once really ******.
Till Doc he came along and moaned.
Sneezy had the sniffles.
Perhaps he was allergic.
Wanted no more fairy gaffs.
Only wanted lots of laffs!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

THE TROUBLE WITH TIGHTS

The trouble with tights, they dangle.
They’re very annoying at times.
When around your ankles they slip.
Snag them on the garden gate.
When on the way to work, they rip.
Just as you’re in a mega dash.
They really are such irksome things.
Tights are laddered, cash all gone.
Still need to carry on.
Of course, they have their other uses.
Will fix a broken fan-belt well.
Maybe a robber of the money institution, will find them a lovely disguise.
The only bank robber ever caught.
In possession of a pair of long nylon ears.


Stockings are much sexier.
Lovely soft and silky.
For whenever you are feeling *****.
Who ever heard of wearing tights, beneath their wedding dress?
Wear them for a date.
When pretty woman goes out hunting.
Just to find her perfect mate.
Surely, stockings must merit the order of the garter

The Truth of the Matter! (Eye Surgery!)

Sparkling peepers.
Window to the soul.
Something wrong with eyes of green.
Blue or brown.

Got a problem.
Visit your medic man or lady.
Need a little surgery.
Get your pretty peepers fixed.

Go into the clinic room.
Feeling scared.
What will the medic do.
How will it be proceed.

In the gloomy room afraid.
Docs going to scoop your eye out.
Operate with it laying on your cheek.

Have no fear my dear.
It's all pure fantasy.

It is a physical impossibility.
The nerve controlling vision.
Is really much too short.

Indeed your gorgeous eyes of passion.
Can certainly be removed.

In a process that's ' enucleation.'
The actual name for it.
Truth of the matter when eye removed.
Will pop like soggy gel.

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Suddenly the stars went out,
The moon glowed cold.
A wild sky.
Tormenting winds.
The clouds blown into obscurity.
Blocking moonlight from thee and me.
Howling dust coated landscape reared up in front of me.
Blankness of sunless expression.
The war made it's darkest impression.
I saw a rat scurrying over there, beneath the shadow coated wall.
The dead wrapped in their silent shrouds, as wall images.
Poor sods.
Oh God,
No God?
Somehow, you still hold my hand.
Maybe we just hold each other up.
Into my tranquilised eyes you stare.
I stare back into yours.
No music, no love, mere existence.
The wireless crackles ...---...
There must be someone out there,
So now what do we eat?
(C)LIVVI

Fields lie green before the eyes of the world.
Media reports tales.
The old stonewalls are glowing.
Seemingly lined with fairy lights.
Highlighting the flowers.
The beautiful flowers dropped by the little girl with smiling eyes.
Long hair of piercing shiny blonde is draped about her neck.
She's carrying a wicker basket.
Her flowers seemingly overflowing.
They appear to be poppies you know.
Some flaming red, others a perfection in innocent white.
She flicks her hair away from her delicate shoulders.
Her feathered wings released.
Today, she comes bearing beauty.
The child of the angels returns.
She is begging for world peace.
(C) LIVVI

She swore she saw an angel today.
With flowing hair in falling curls.
Of strawberry blonde,
Kiss curls hugged her face.
She wore a coronet made of twisted flowers of red and yellow, laced amid bright greenery.
Her dress was coloured ivory.
Round her waist she wore a belt of rolled gold.
From her belt hung silver bells.
Bells rang out announcing her arrival.
She took her hand.
Said to her in a voice no louder than a whisper.
Mistakes we make.
But, tis decreed on sorrow thy shall no longer feed.
Arise lady be strong.
Wash away thy torment, pray let it be gone.
The angel swore unto her.
To err is but a human trait.
Worry not woman.
Throw your troubles to the wind.
Place them in a silk purse.
Let them be carried away on the wings of a swan.
A few deep breaths.
Furrowed thoughts.
Remedial actions.
Solutions sought.
By way of a prayer to the angel with the long strawberry blonde flowing hair.
(c) Livvi MMXV

Can you hear it?
Crashing through the undergrowth,
Hear those autumn shrubs crunch.
Can you smell it?
Like a damp dog after rainfall,
Can you see it,
Maybe you can,
Maybe you can't,
Through the Venetian blinds,
a tiny gap.
The crack of fiddling with the blinds disturbs you,
Your are blinded by fear,
you don't want to see it,
the catatonic creature,
Hunched and gnarled.
You're sat on the knife edge of fear,
So scared.
Tap,tap, the door knocks,
More scared than before,
It's a frightened sort of a knock,
Somehow,
you're worried about the being,
the knocker who's frightened,
the one stuck outside in the lair of the beast.
You are kind,
you hope to God he doesn't notice you.
Your open the door as quietly as you can.
"Trick or treat" scream the callers,
bags full of candy,
Jack'o'Lanterns in hand.
Anybody seen Johnny?
(C) Livvi

A voice from the dark.
Woman of honour is truly blessed.
Provided thee with a cherished spark.
The joy thy bought was never guessed.
Never believed, would make a choice.
When with dulcet tones you saved.
Lady spoke he heard her voice.
That vocal poet, she who raved.
Perchance that flowers of love occur.
Enhance those feelings, let them grow.
May our feelings be as one, with that I do concur.
Only you and I know.
Something’s are maybe meant to be.
Perhaps that poet man and me.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Dawn of sorrow's realisation,
It dawned on her that he was gone,
Wiped heartfelt teardrops from yesterday's loving eyes,
In a memory of youthful passion,
Once blessed with morning sun,
Their teen love changed,
It blossomed and flowered,
Struggles and fights,
Emotional pleasures,
A love that had grown was pure,
Beyond all measures,
In their treasury of sweet design,
Dreams had built into solidarity,
Two different people,
Together as one,
In odd arguments of passion,
The rocky tops climbed,
The torrents of the rapids faced with full aplomb,
To love together, now and ever through life's wildest storm,
He's gone now, slipped life's mortal chains,
Her tears flow,
But she still knows,
In her soul he shall always remain,
The pain will lessen along with the grief,
But a space in her she will always keep,
Longevity of love is eternal,
Changes in quantity,
Quality undressed,
From a lifelong love story,
The one she married always remembered best!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The Wild Park!

In a vague and hazy love song,
We're dancing in the dark,
Where flower bands and garlands,
Are skipping round my head,
Where fairies kiss me on the ears,
To chase away my tragic fears,
To make wild magic of their own,
In wilderness land,
Such luscious bounty found.

Lain in the park under the oak,
Looking at the sky,
You and I, Thee and me,
Laid beneath that ancient tree,
The bees were crowding round the bark,
Having their own sweet party in the park,
The sky was bright,
Came out of dark,

Wandered through the wild garden,
Beauty seen before my eyes,
A combination poppies and veg,
All laid in the flower bed,
Foxes left their gloves behind,
So hum drum people can find,
Some very strange and weird plants,
So beautiful I'm tranquilised,
In this garden of romance!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In a vague and hazy love song,
We're dancing in the dark,
Where flower bands and garlands,
Are skipping round my head,
Where fairies kiss me on the ears,
To chase away my tragic fears,
To make wild magic of their own,
In wilderness land,
Such luscious bounty found.

Lain in the park under the oak,
Looking at the sky,
You and I, Thee and me,
Laid beneath that ancient tree,
The bees were crowding round the bark,
Having their own sweet party in the park,
The sky was bright,
Came out of dark,

Wandered through the wild garden,
Beauty seen before my eyes,
A combination poppies and veg,
All laid in the flower bed,
Foxes left their gloves behind,
So hum drum people can find,
Some very strange and weird plants,
So beautiful I'm tranquilised,
In this garden of romance!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

A guitar case with no music in, owned by
the old woman who can't sing.
He sweeps the comb through her straggly hair,
What no money and nobody cares.
He wipes the burning tears from her pretty eyes.
Listens to her worried sighs.
She's concerned about a lack of dosh.
Christmas is coming, oh golly gosh.
He, is the fellow with the overgrown belly and the beard of white,
Waiting for Christmas eve.
Bring on that night.
His name by now you must be aware is really Santa Claus,
This year he's really scared.
With no toys for his haversack.
Due to lack of funds.

A sleigh in need of service.
Reindeer nibbling rotten carrots.
**** Horrible.
And the sprouts are full of wind.
His workshop staff redundant,
More silent, than a winter's night upon a turkey farm.

Outside,the local families gather beneath last year's yule .
This year, everybody's skint
Lit the bonfire with stones of flint.
Perfect purpose,
Free fuel.
Carols echo noisily outside the house next door.
"Disappear" she said in a very loud voice.
Wait a few weeks before you rejoice.
It's way too early,
"Go", she said.
"Please, please, I beg of you no more.
As yet, at least.
It's much too soon.
Wait until December, to have a cheery feast.
I guess it's your choice."
(c)LIVVI

See that zombie stood over there.
Caked in fresh blood.
It's under his hair.
Found a fella with a hole in his head.

Sad zombie fella.
Found a slice of mouldy old bread.
Used it as a soldier.
Dipped in his head.

No fun.
Newly made zombie.
He's always hungry,
Now he's dead.

Peeps at Mr Majestical's testicles.
Fancied chewing them.
Loved the juice.
Succulent as strawberries.
Raspberry sauce.
Blood of course.

Derwent fancied a bit of breast.
Loving mother told him.
Breast is always best.

Julie's just a crazy chick.
Fancied a nibble on the dead guy's ****.
Yummy, yummy.
Really sick.
Or should I say she ****** it.
As if it were a straw.
Special days of living.
Always was a *****.

The kid in the corner is popping out eyes.
Never really worked out why.
Perhaps he was thirsty.

Eleanor.

She fancied a nibble on the bladder and kidney.
Of a once fine chap.
Whose first name was Sidney.
***** tasted of peach lemonade.
Eleanor the dead chick.
Her day was made.
Got really drunk.

That Zombie's really ******.

Mum's over there.
One of them?
Or still my mum?
You know what?
I really don't care.
For the first time in my life.
I feel really scared.

Hell.
I digress.
They're chasing me now
I'm making a mess.
Run out of puff and all that stuff,

They're trying to eat me.
That's quite enough.
I'm feeling quite numb.
The dead ******* won.
Stripped all the tissue clean off my ***.

Chewed though a bit of a nerve.
Partially damaged.
You feeling the image?
Bled me near dry.
He did.
*******.
Made me cry.
For a second or two.

Lucky me.
One ate my eye.
So glad.
I won't see myself die.
With a skeletal hand.
I'm waving goodbye.
(c)Livvi

I need sunshine, I need rain,
I need love and I need puppies,
I need flowers and I need bees,
I need passion, don't you ever forget it,
but it probably will be forgot,
it always is.
I need a clear mind and fresh air to breathe,
I need sort of normality, but sometimes complexity,
I can be complex,
awkward at times,
You see, I actually know the real me,
I need touch, but not  too intimately,
I'm a being with feelings,

I don't need, to walk on my own,
through the pouring rain,
I need you to hold an umbrella for me,
hold it high over my head.
I don't really need umbrellas,
I hate them, they drive me insane,
I told you, I am awkward.
I'm pretty unreachable,
very unteachable,
stubborn,
feisty,
and so very quiet at times.

In the pharmacy,
I found, tens machines for those in pain,
some say they work, others just laugh,
tell me I'm having a freaking giraffe,
Looked closer, I  really did,
astonished at what was on offer,
What did I find?
Electronic gadgets for spot removal,
a prolific acne remover,
kind of reminded me of Wily Coyote,
with all his" acme  patented", road runner beating devices,
Something conjured from cartoons,
perhaps,
another one for removal of ulcers in mouths,
Well I just don't know,
I'm not perfect,
I have my flaws,
more than most in fact,
but I need no electronic gadgets.
Have more to spend my money on,  
and that's an absolute fact!
(c) Livvi

On top of it all lives Brian,
well actually a brain called Brian,
it is encased inside a box,the skull.

The skull protects the varying being,
mood moments and all that.

The brain is covered by a cap,
a thinking cap,
the cap may become distorted,
when,
hormones flow as rivers,
as emotions are released,
they're running free,
sometimes cheap and easy,
sometimes rather ******.

Making rash decisions,
sometimes dark and complex,
they're going on a mission,
a mission of rash decisions,
now how does that sound?
black and deep,
or bubbly,
miserable or lovely.

Unless you have something sensible to say,
keep it stashed 'neath your thinking cap!
(C) Livvi

In the forest of dreams she sits,
sat on the grass in a copse,
she's wearing a hat to save her eyes,
from the tiresome effects of the lunchtime skies,
she's thinking of last week and next week.
As well as the que sera sera,
she's thinking of missing things and stolen friends,
the girl's debating the existence of fairies and scary things,
scary things like snakes and ladders,
spiders and riders,
who creep through the night,
spiders who're walking over her face,
are they big fat hairy ones with gangly fragile legs,
or are they minute money ones,
ready to leave a deposit,
well that's what she taught her children,
in the days when they were young,
see a money spider,
lain beside his place,
you'll generally find some pence,
somewhere lurking in his space,
he left them there you know,
and they believed my tales of reinforcement,
that spiders were just spiders,
Strange nowadays,
my children think they're really cool.
(C) Livvi

I'm thinking.
I'm thinking so hard that I'm clutching my chin.
The deeper I think the deeper I drift.
I'm scratching my head.
I got a splinter.
I'm thinking again.
Where on earth are the tweezers.
(C) Livvi

Young British man or woman,
scratch your head and have a think,
How do you feel about walking away,
Whether,
Into the darkness or or into the light,

You want to play jihad?
In a battle none can ever win,
as you leave our shores,
join the killing machine,

The government speaks loud through it's propaganda loaded megaphone,
That you ain't coming back.
Either death will catch you,
or you just ain't getting in again.
Think hard about your distressed mother,
Left at home mourning you,
before you're even dead.
Your mortal father,
sons and lovers,
your children,
their families,
sisters and brothers.
Brothers and sisters up in arms.
If Allah were aware what were going on,
I'm sure he'd speak as God of kindness and of peace.
Lay down your arms,
Let's all let peace have a chance.
Rest assured it's not a game.
Livvi

Fencing raindrops.
Captured dew.
Afore mine eyes sparkling.
A perfect gift for misty morn.
Made by spider.
The clever, she.
Her web that utters, "darling I love you"
Come visit me.
Please stay for tea.
You will be my loved one.
My nourishment,
My sustenance.
I am arachnid, never will you be free.
(C) LIVVI

I have now published on Lulu.com

Olivia Kent

LadyPoetry1

ISBN 978-1-291_69561-4.

Title

And Then There Were Words-A  Passion for Poetry.

This contains my earlier works..from A-I alphabetically.



Thanks to my friend Dom for helping me sort it out!
Livvi

I've eaten my words.
They got stuck in my throat,
I'm choking on them,
I can't catch my breath,
My breath, it slipped through my fingers,
flew out of the window,
blew over the trees and so the leaves fell.

Left the grass covered in discarded leaf mold.
Molded the end of summer's heat,
all squishy and cold under my feet.

The leaves,
they dried out,
in the warm autumn sun,
Raked into a pile of greenery,
awaiting Guy Fawkes's visit,
A blaze of conspiracy,
turned into ashes,
caught on the breeze,
got stuck in the clouds,
to the poet's relief her words,
they were heard,
as they fell from the skies,
They landed on tides,
as the tides they turned,
As the poet,
she spoke of the lessons she learned.
(C) Livvi

Doom empowers,
From darkness finding strength,
Deaths realms look so inviting,
Skips along the chasm edge,
Recklessly, maybe going to fall,
Voices from the molten core cry out,
Edging life's end towards the edge,
For a sheer stroke of thrill,
Ultimate goal to ****,
Perhaps a fall into oblivion,
Can only be obsessed,
Maybe just depressed,
The chasm voices fallen silent,
All can hear the wind,
Calling corrupt,
Tempts innocence to fly awry,
For a shot of reckless fun!


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

It is the evening of a day that several hours ago was born.
Created in the very image of yesterday.
Today, life turned another page.
Thursday what was it for?
There was no labour for me today.
Well there was by choice.
Not for money but, for the sense of achievement.
In the heat of the sun shining high in the sky I picked up some shears and created beauty.
Said goodbye to briars and brambles.
Okay no topiary here.
What seemed a million brambles were raised unto the ground.
Beauty was indeed created, for now I see the ground.
I found space once forgotten.
Still more to do.
Lawn mower I'm using you.
Probably abusing you.
No choice I'm afraid.

As long as perchance the weather hangs fine.
My washing blowing on the line.
My grass will be defeated.
Maybe even sweet.
If I can survive with sneezing.
My garden shall look more pleasing.
(c)LIVVI MMCV

Thursday afternoon.
My God the sky turned black.
Blowing of the wind damages the trees.
Revenge for them remaining clothed.
In tardiness into December they walk slow.
Ah, their foliage should have left an age ago.
Leaves should have left the trees.
They were deceived by temperate weather.

It is still yet.
Won't be for more than minutes.
Sallow leaves attached by whispers.
Still waiting for the wind to blow.
Anarchic leaves await permission to let go.

The wind will blow.
Around ivory towers.
Ivory cast out.
Elephants long gone.
In a teacup brews a storm of sighs.
Rattles the windows and makes wet the skies.
Waiting in silence for rain to pour.
To wash off the leaves.
Make puddles bless the floor.
(c) Livvi  05/12/2013.

Thylacinus Cynocephalus.
Tasmanian Tiger, Tasmanian Wolf,
A crepuscular hunting nocturnal beast,
Carnivore by nature, feasted upon wallaby,wombats and roos,
Caught by female of the species,
Was he a feline or a lupine beast, hyena perhaps,
No, this strange creature now probably extinct was marsupial with pouch,
Female with pouch to grow her young, male had pouch of his own,
Protected his crown jewels within a scrotal pouch,
Appearance of a stripy dog,
Looked rather like a tiger,
Had amber eyes filled with fire,
This diamorphic beast, (Means the chap was larger)
Had four toes on hind feet and rigid tail of kangaroo,
It's gait was rather odd,
Could move like kangaroo, if it so desired,
Strange call, a guttural sound, alerted his family when he was abound,
Shy secretive little creature,
Kept himself locked out of sight,
For in the late 188os, early 1900s these creatures had a bounty on their heads,
The bounty hunters had such fun, left our world with nearly none,
Last beast in the wild as noted,shot by gun by Mr Batty,
1936 the last captive creature died in Hobart Zoo,
Reported name was Benjamin,
Book called The Djin-jum Man, said man, Batty man maybe, was cursed for killing the last of their kin,
Poor things,
Living legacy remains,
On Tasmania's coat of arms, two of these fine beasts support the islands emblem,
Probably gone but never overlooked,
Still being sought but never found!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
This was really difficult, hope its quite accurate!

Tiger!

Tiger!
Tantalised by the shadows in which he hides.

A camouflage of tigers eye.

Waiting silently to snare his prey.

The absolute hunter on nature’s prowl.



A secret whisper through the trees.

Alerts the muntjak where he creeps.

Capture he evades today.

A crunch of broken branches underfoot.

For today he lives to see the dawning of another day.

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)