The ship of the air, now a ship of the sea.
May the souls of the dead, fly tragically free.
The mystery is solved, after worldwide stress.
May the pilot , passengers and crew be at rest.
Let all the relations receive peace to grieve.
May the lord smile on them and let them breathe.
While their families, peacefully sleep now they have their answers.
Hope and pray the victims knew nothing as their plane tragically, became a drowning boat.
The only thing these poor souls knew, was sent by text, how very cruel!
(c) Livvi

They're stood on the station,
Full on armed,
with excitement and cameras,
not an anorak in sight,
they have better cameras than most do,
sit down beside them,
please do,
they'll make you so welcome,
just pull up a pew,
if it does it for you,

A wet Friday morning,
yet again the sky cries,
another desperate being dies,
the train got wet,
as yet another one died,
cried not enough perhaps,
inconsolable,

Not a thought for the driver,
and all the survivors,
when they ran out of time,
at the end of the line,
maybe another way could be better,
the sky cries some more,
as another one leaves,
painting the platform crimson,
again,
another one who kissed the train,
only way to cure their pain!
(C) Livvi

Blessed be the transgender one,
Gave up on life to seek the sun,
Bigoted parents, insidious friends.
Her heart be broken and so it ended.
This girl believed she didn't matter.
Conformed to societies issues,
Everyone said she was meant to.
The vicious encounters of supposed normality,
Bought you to your desperate knees.
You have your wings now.
Fly sweet child be young and free.
Rest in peace, in sweet relief.
(C) LIVVI

Blessed be the transgender one,
Gave up on life to seek the sun,
Bigoted parents, insidious friends.
Her heart be broken and so it ended.
This girl believed she didn't matter.
Conformed to societies issues,
Everyone said she was meant to.
The vicious encounters of supposed normality,
Bought you to your desperate knees.
You have your wings now.
Fly sweet child be young and free.
Rest in peace, in sweet relief.
(C) LIVVI
DEDICATED TO  LEELAH (Josh Alcorn)
The Ohio transgender teenager who committed suicide, in response to prejudice.

Young lady,
she sat,
she was waiting in vain,
as the sun went down.
she needed a new set of lungs,

She waited and waited,
but, then she succumbed,
death caught her,
it was so cruel,
she was young and stunning,

Her husband painted brilliance,
her life not to be forgot,her husband painted brilliance,
her life not to be forgot,
this poet was inspired,
by another sort of art.
This week in July.
is national transplant week,

This young lady's life could have been saved,
if only another's tragic passing,
could have left the gift of life.
Sadly for her it was too late.
(C) Livvi

Tree!

The ring weighed down about her neck.
Chipping at a grave.
A graven image of love decayed.
As dancers danced.
While children played.

Head expunged.
Just to evict the hollow ring.
Rendered implausible.
Slaughtered by dreams.
A future was never predicted.
Thus evicted.
Sadly, so sadly.
Never to be in a million years.

Such beauty before thine eyes.
A smile again.
A succulent smile.
Dared to this breach misery.
Shining as starlight.
Blessed as springtime evening.
Which no more can be deceived.
Left leaves renewed .
An evergreen,
A fragrant tree.
With soft and silken velvet leaves.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

May the treetops in late December,
be clustered with the nests of birds.
A Christmas day gift, a reason to celebrate,
The leaving season, left empty handed.
Nests to herald the entrance to the dawn of spring.
Soon may those nests be filled with new life.
**** bird, hen bird, man and wife.
(C) Livvi

Tribute to Lee Rigby

Now we all know your name!
All so sad.
Taken so cruelly!
So young,
A tragedy,
We cannot fix,
I sit on my bed,
Hurts so much the tears flow,
Can never know nor comprehend...the cards that you were dealt,
The only thing I offer you is condolences,
Heartfelt,
You family speak your wife so sweet,
God Bless You Honey,
REST IN PEACE!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Fallen for you, oops, no teeth left, no longer pretty!
(C) LIVVI

Went on a day trip,
carried on as a night trip,
she met witches,
and *******,
and cliffs that crumbled,
before her eyes,
they dissolved,
as Henry dissolved the monastic orders,
where reality of beliefs were questioned out loud,
inside the mind of the trippers,
she listened to music so loud, but so quiet,
in a spot where sounds played on indecipherable,
she went out to dinner with the man of her dreams,
however;
it wasn't a bit like it seemed,
he fed her spaghetti,
it made her sick,
it tasted good at the time.
The journey continued,
met up with Old Nick,
who screeched at her,
" you ****** day trippers,
you all make me sick"
he played a bit more,
with her day tripping mind,
He laughed loudly at her,
right in her face,
pallid visage,
as he scared her to death.
she sat and she gibbered, as an unmoulded jelly,
and she cried,
poor little cow,
looking back,
she doesn't know how, she ever enjoyed it.
She never enjoyed it really,
some scary escapism.
never again.
(C) Livvi

I'm going tripping you know,
Staggering into the bedroom of terror,
Hell on Earth,
I can't feel the floor,
Tumbled over the footwear,
that's left over there.

Fell over those clothes,
strewn under my nose.
Her smelly old slippers, resembling kippers,
Chucked on the floor just inside the door.
I know I shouldn't oughta,
Share my bedroom with my daughter.
We're both messy.
Piles of shoes,
just yesterdays news.
I nag,
she does too,
all over a collection of shoes and clothing,
Being tidy's not my thing!
(C) Livvi

“Mr Pyre, come on through.”
“Pop your bottom in my chair.”
“Open wide, please Mr Pyre”
Mr Pyre shaking, quaking in his ***** boots.
Couldn’t bear the dentist.
Was so very scared.
Nurse pops on his cape.
So no dribble spilled.
Mr Pyre, the frightened patient.
Wasn’t very thrilled.
Dentist stuck his mirror in poor Mr Pyre’s mouth.
Sees nothing.
Shocked as no reflection seen.
Very discreet.
All knowing grin.

Working with vampires never ideal.
As Mr Pyre’s teeth they grew.
Leaped out of the chair.
Thought he’d have an early lunch.
Dentist was no more.
For lunch, Mr Pyre munched his dental man.
Ate the nurse, receptionist too.
Extracted his cape of plastic.
Restored his own.
Being a vampire, such a curse!
Then from the surgery he flew.

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)


By ladylivvi1
© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Feels safe in her spirit,
She's warm,
a blanket of honest compassion,
curled up with gentle edges,
Soft as a kitten in springtime,
playing on fresh green grass,
like a child.
this kitten paws at butterflies,
bright blue as they flit by,
A tap, a touch, a gentle reminder,
if you should seek,
again,
you shall find her,
laid on soft grass,
under the trees,
catching the sunlight,
it's dressing her knees,
she's thinking for hours,
of sweet scented flowers,
trussed up in a bunch,
and eating her lunch,
of cucumber sandwiches,
served on rye bread,
And she has,
dairy ice cream,
it's dripping,
all sticky,
incredibly nice,
she stops and she thinks,
as she sits,
as she watches the world pass her by,
when minutes become hours,
she's starting to cry,
none will ever know why,
she,
she a soft one at heart,
gave up her true love,
all for her art.
(C) Livvi

Through the Truffle Umptty trees, cute truffleumps run free.
The smallest local children come along to see, if they can glimpse the truffleumps , go swinging through the truffle trees.
The Truffleumps eat donuts.
They love them so, you see.
The man in the bakery shop.
He makes quite a few.
Some are pink and others blue.
Sometimes, he does green ones.
Other times they're red.
He serves them up with ice cream that is really, really cold.
The baker gets his bassoon out, to tell the truffleumps.
Their donut tea is done.
He hangs them on the Truffleumpty trees.
He doesn't hang them high.
As everybody knows, that truffleumps can't fly.
It's great to capture fresh donuts, as soon as they've been hung.
They're always tasty tea time treats.
Before they go to bed
Everyday at five o clock.
The Trufflelumps get down from their trees.
Waiting for the donuts, which soon will be their tea
They carry wicker baskets, to take their tea away.
Their trufflemummies watch them, as they go collect their tea.
As all good mummies know, it's not safe climbing trees, even if they're bouncing through the branches of their favourite wood.
Happily hunting donuts in the Truffle Umptty trees is really very good.
(c)LIVVI

Watching the truffleumps down by the sea,
With their mommies and daddies, they're running free.
Having fun.
They love to play.
They wore swimming suits made from green string and lace.
The brightest thing on their bodies was the smile on their face.
They paddled in rock pools.
Fished for wriggly shrimps.
They put them in buckets made out of bright yellow plastic.
Those truffleump imps.
Just by the water, mom saw some bright fish.
The truffleumps went in for a swim.They put the shrimps back in their pool.
To take them home would be unkind.
The sound of the bassoon whistled out.
Telling the truffleumps, it's soon time for tea.
They picked up their towels and buckets and spades.
Home they went, drinking pink lemonade.
Past the houses.
Past the shops.
For today the truffleump day stops.
The truffleumpty trees were loaded with donuts.
So mom, dad and truffleumps got off the bus.
Baskets filled up with donuts for tea.
Heading home they go at the end of the day.
(C) LIVVI

Trust is such a fragile thing.
Rather like a spiders web.
Sticky, mainly in the mornings.
Often wet with misplaced tears.
Trust is the spider,
Although not a widow,
it's darting round,
annoying the breathing, bleeding insecurity.
Loss of trust can be a spider bite.
Poisonous.
Laced with hemlock for a slowly suffocating death.
Remember the old adage,
if you love another soul,
pray let them fly free,
If they return.
May no more words be uttered,
For surely it is meant to be.
(c) Livvi

Love is a monster.
with huge scary teeth,
they're concealed behind a magnificent smile.
which, smiles indiscretion,
in the blink of an eye,
with a mischievous wink.

It hides in your heart,
but you'll never release it,
never again.

There's a corner at the end of your street,
It could almost be a Parisian walkway,
in a coffee shop,
pull up a seat,
take your coffee,
like a love affair,
make sure it's super hot,
May your eyes meet,
exchange glances,
Eyes fixed.
You know you want to beat that monster,
with all you're heart and all your mind.

But,the sirens are eternally alive,
they wail noisily,
as always,
just a beautiful diversion,
to steer you onto the rocks.
(c) Livvi

Took a massive tumble into love.
She lost it.
A dream imploded in a moment.
No second thoughts were given.
Without so much a streak of grace.
A delicate love it was.
She lost her pretty face.
Her heart was taken with it.
Tender as a cotton ball.

Then all his love she lost it.
Drifted on the summer's air.
In a fluff a puff of poison blast.
Spores of tragic fate.
Destroyed by destiny.

A tragic loss of one on one.
They said that one and one made two.
They were wrong.
Guess one and one made one.
She so wants the world to end.
For she cannot make amends.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Um they said as they squirmed and wriggled.
A new life created, because they had mated.
Somewhere, maybe near, maybe far, a child left the holy womb,
That mother's given birth.
An infant bloomed in perfect health.
A child that's ready, flawless, full in perfection.
Down the street in the house on the left, up the stairs where nobody cares.
A telephone rings, it's just the doc.
Hello, Mrs X, we have diagnosis, not ******, but terminal, potentially.
Dr says you must visit me, to see what I can do for thee. 
To extend your minutes and seconds in time.
"Sorry to tell you, it's not all in your mind"
At the end of the street,  at the end of the world.
An elder passed, from the earthly haven, into heaven?
Family grips his hand, just as  he left.
A kiss on his for-head and bade him goodbye.
Before he dares  to give in and die.
A silent creeping, now he's sleeping.
In perfection rest in perfect peace.
(C) Livvi

Hanging in the summer silence....
Nothing.
A tiny mouse of the sky passes by.
Snatching midges in full flight.
The presence of a late summer night.
Bonfire crackling.
The aura of brightness.
Dead wood redressed.
The fire dances.
A little like an evening witch.
Wearing melting nets.
Chunks of old wood.
No use anymore.
Burning to perfection.
Ashes.
Eyelashes of dead-end wood.
Heart of the evening.
All well.
It's good.
The fire dies.
The bat retreats.
See you again tiny chap.
Same time.
Same place.
Maybe next week.
(c)Livvi

Take his hand.
He'll lead you in.
Dealer of ******.
Seller of sin.
Greet the spots and tombstone eyes.
The peddler of ironic lies.
Curse the ***** that came with his gift.
That little light fix, that will give you a lift.
Trapped by the twister called Mister or Miss.
The long and short of the thrill.
Will steal your life.
Maybe ****.
Never did it.
Could have done.
Somewhere in my heart commonsense won.
Before you sit and preach from on high.
Think once, think twice.
I was lucky.
There for the grace of god go I.
(c) Livvi MMXV

We're dead.
Stuck in silence's lonely tomb.
We live in the catacombs.
That lay underneath the dead centre of town.
We're both curled up and rotten.
As deleted Romeo and Juliet.
We lay.
Breathless,
Unforgiven.
In words of the forgotten.
Victims in a crimeless misogyny of words.
Fellow bed mates in misanthropy we are.
In words diverse a mental curse of words no longer spoken.
Breach not thy vile lips.
For the spoken words.
They may warm thy soul.
May break the heart and make it bleed.
In an eternal injustice thereby no solace found.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Broken spirits.
Walls of brick.
Smouldering pavements.
Fractured sticks.
Butterfly struggling sky.
Bright red admiral before thine eyes.
This admiral is not military.
Laying claim only to flower beds.
Bulldozers.
Not sleeping cattle.
Digging up landscape.
Hearing them rattle.
Lady birds in pretty spots.
Eating aphids'.
All they got.
Before they fly away home.
Perished woodwork.
Children gone.
Nothing better than mini beasts.
Once they were insects.
Now they're deceased.
-----------------------------

Why is it that after a nap in the afternoon, that's what nanny's do, you know, that sleep evades as night time comes?
Scratch my head as on said bed, I sit and wait with net in hand to catch sleep of which now evades me.
Fading into tomorrow time,
Fortunately tomorrow's mine.
Watching Rick Wakeman, playing Vivaldi, dissecting four seasons.
That in itself most pleasing.
Painting pictures with music's imagination.
A reason for being awake.
Thank God for Vivaldi.
(c)LIVVI

Last years' cherry tree is quivering bare.
Her leaves undressed, we stop and stare.
The cold is chewing at her bark, gnarling and twisting at her.
She mourns the skylark passing by.
Upon the wings of summer lost, those magical summer days.
The flowers of springtime they once lived beneath the safety of her roots.
Now, in a strange retraction they creep back in their bulbs and corms.
Hiding safely,  they're all secure from the  forthcoming storms.

The sullen eccentric female, wears her moth-eaten fur coat.
Just to beat the cold outside but, she's hiding inside.
Spying out the window.
In the corner at the back of the room, her resting husband met his doom.
She can't bear to let him go.
How long has he been there?
Nobody knows.
She goes about her business, chattering incessantly.
She's gassing about the weather, the price of fish.
In front of him his meal, remains untouched upon his dish.
It's getting dark, she feels the chill.
After parking a kiss on his icy lips.
Off to bed she creeps.
He's sitting there, still.
A blanket resting on his lap, to keep him nice and snug.
Cold coffee, complete with a film of congealed milk.
Cosy as a bug in a rug.
(C) Livvi

Depending on you.
The baby slid into the world.
Time's creeping on.
See love developing.
Like a film kept in the dark awaiting exposure to light.
And so a picture develops.
Is it really love or just dependency.
The child to the momma.
It's really love.
A perfect condition.
The elements of the future.
Look at the innocence in the child's eyes.
You gave him your love.
He stole your heart.
It's for keeping.
(C) Livvi

She lives in the wind.
She's carried in the clouds.
She hides in the forest.
She cries by the pines that whisper quietly.
She runs with the deer at the break of dawn.
At the setting sun.
She is nature.
She is freedom.
She won.
(c)LIVVI

Under The Bed!

Where shadows creep.
Nightmares lurk.
A child cries.
Fear not dispelled.
Sandman will not venture here.
For he too.
Is filled with fear.
In the secret land under the bunk.
A trunk.
What nastiness concealed therein.
If you're brave enough to move it.
Below it is a hole.

The hole descends deeper and deeper.
At the base of the hole.
Lives the Grim Reaper.
What could be unleashed.

Better put it back quick.
He won't miss a trick.
To put pay to all life on this magic planet.
That would give him such fun.

Should shove it back.
It is very heavy.
The trunk made of wood.
Padlock in situ.
Wrought iron in black.
With eerie designs engraved with strange runes.
Decipher the code.
You can't understand.
Perhaps they said 'leave well alone'.

Being a hero, an intrepid explorer.
Decided he wouldn't be able.
Dragged it out left it by the old table.
No desire to open the box.
Got his caving gear out.
Searchlight on a miner's cap.

Down he went,
Down down down.
Was dark and damp smelled of mould.

Rustling in the ether.
A sound he heard.
Fear set in.
Adrenaline rush.
Rushed faster than he.
Scrambled up the side out of the pit.
A lucky escape I am sure.

Dragged the chest back under the bed.
Shaking he fled back out through the door.
Surveyed the situation.
All was quiet.
Crept back into bed.

Covers over his ears.
Still shaking a little.
Never had a dream as thus.
What it is to be brave in dreams!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Paint me naked with your pen.
Write me naked with your quill.
See me naked in your mind.
Open your eyes wide.
Rip my cloak from my shoulders.
Unbutton my crisp white linen blouse.
Open it wide.
Peel it back.
I'll turn around.
You may unfasten my fresh white bra.
I feel fresh too.
Remove my breast restraint.
Let it fall to the floor.
Run your fingers down my spine.
It's wholly sensitive.
Undo my jeans.
Gently slip them over my form.
Cautiously lay me on your bed.
We kiss with fire.
My ****** are black.
They're French in style
Now you see me near naked.
And then que sera sera!
(C) Livvi

I promise you not a miracle.
My blistered love dispatched.
What started off as chicken's egg.
An ostrich it has hatched.

Never thought.
That this could be.
Surreal.
Without dignity.
Ripped out my soul.
Blew off my socks.
Continually pelting me with rocks.
Rocks made of words.
Hell this world is so unfair
Love left on the ledge
Etched deep in cliff sides.
Entombed beneath the park.
The fields through which we used to walk.
Beneath the whispering poplar.
Emotions so strong.
Wrapped in the willows flowing tears.
Drifting with the streams trickle.
Flowing towards the sea.

(c) Olivia Kent 16/11/2013

Clothes held close as menfolk left.
Clutched close to wifely bodies.
The scent of that last embrace.
She smells his left behind clothes again.
Nobody else knows his smell.
It tickled her nose.
Memories of last moments of closeness.
This moment maybe their last dance.
Uniforms of formality in such organised organisations.
Firm protection of noble nations.
Action stations, yet again.
And the death bell tolled.
And the trains rolled into the station.
Waiting to clamber on to the war bound train.
Walking away.
Heads held high.
Stiff upper lip.
After kisses goodbye.

Which of the bedfellows will survive?
It's a long drawn out slog.
This war is a dog.
Big.
Black.
Vicious.
Still alive?
(c) Livvi

The young woman of summer dreams.
Dark glasses, a sun hat and bright stripey shorts.
Sits under the trees, with her offspring.
The three of them together.
They're watching the colourful boats as bobbing down the stream.
The race to the sea began.
No crew to guide them.
No compass to follow, onwards they flow.
Riding little ripples.
Their hulls tickled by minnows
The children giggled as their creations flowed away.
They chuckled as they waved goodbye.
Far away from the 'hood, found something really good.
Enjoyed their day at play.
Maybe they'll make the sea, maybe they won't.

Daddy came to take them all home.
Mummy and daddy, children holding hands.
A united band, a family , cruelly missing in todays society.
(c)Livvi

Rain falling at midnight.
Clock strikes thirteen.
Speaking of love.
Speaks verbatim.
Says as is believed.
What she's wanting to hear.

She is his treasure.
He keeps her locked in a passion ***.
Smokes a pipe, of you know what.
He puffs cos he's loving it.
Keeps him all mellow.
Inside his blood runs a strange shade of yellow.
No choice of his own, red streaked with terror.

He reaches his pint.
It helps him forget.
That war experience making him wretched.
Clumsy and hopeless.

His love here lays dormant.
He so wants to love her.
Sadly he can't.

A victim from Nam.
Iraq and Japan.
Wars won and two.
He can't love you.
Or her or anyone else.
He is the sad hero who can't love himself.

His war is over now.
He drifts off to sleep.
Dream lady lover.
Please don't cha weep.
(c)Livvi

Around 93 million miles from darling precious mother Earth,
First appeared glory sun,
In ecliptic stroll,
She'll orbit through her universe,
Dances past Mercury,
Stops for no party,
Cos this planet's party's lacking atmosphere,
Scally-wag sun scoots by Venus,
Burning hot herself,
Shining brightly in the darkness,
Phosphorescent glow,
Hesperus, the evening star, first one to be seen at night,
Phosphorous the morning star, the last planet to bid us goodnight,
When the morning comes in sight
Our lady home is next in line,
A planet rich with all life's treasures,
Mars she sits quietly dressed in red,
Has no water, not sure if she's always been dead,
Jupiter, has severe acne, shown in one red spot immense, she has no atmosphere, what gas she has is toxic, ammonia, methane, hydrogen,
The biggest baby of them all,
Saturn wears no wedding rings, has bands of ice particulate skirting round it's girth,
Uranus not much to say, he hangs around in space all day, as the Greek God of the sky,
Watching as the other world's go by,
Neptune, Roman God of the seas in planet form,
Pluto, chilled, the coldest one of all.

I hope you enjoyed this, it was extremely hard to write!!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In this unreal reality,
How does it feel to be blind,
In an abyss of ignorance of the darkest kind,
Eyes are locked under heavy lids,
Encrusted under layers of dust,
Evidence of life long gone,
When leisure time was pleasure time,
For you are not deceased,
Your heart beats on in tragic solitude,
The chill outside, encases a fiery interior,
Banners laid aside,
Stuck tight, trapped within trends of poetic justice,
A judicial reward, not retribution,
Poetry is our solution,
For she opens eyes to vision,
Dissects the world around,
Recants impressions of visual images,
As imagination plays,
Surface sights alone, conjure no imagery,
To see vision for what it's really worth makes life enchanted!


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Darkness creeping in.
Weighing heavy, leaden on my eyes.
My muscles ache intolerably.
Need for sleep all keen.
Hazy mist descends my eyes.
I drift, I slip,
Through hazy mirrored ***** window eyes, I try to peep.
Is this a dream?
Not yet asleep, I think,
Mind trips.
Light's not fantastic,
Silhouetted soul, in shadows fixed,
Male, all male in build.
Moves to my bed.
I freeze.
For I cannot scream.
My hands are bound with strings of shadow,  
I cannot break free.

A silent scream I make.
My face he strokes, with cobweb fingers, made of lace.
He strokes and soothes, the chill I feel.
His icy fingers scratch my skin, my beauty full destroyed!
I feel the chill inside.
On my bed edge he sits.
Puts his hand under my cover.
He climbs inside, he's soon astride.
Riding like chill wind, hell on fire.
Icy demon.
This night I recover, demon child conceived.
Demon was not.
Hell no, was the child of a long dead lover!
The child was born full fair of face.
With gentle grace and a glint in her eye.
No-one will know how and why her mode of conception occurred ,
Hell, I thought it was a dream!
(C) LIVVI X

Need for Sleep.

I sit,
Sleep stolen from mine eyes needs,
How wonderful to sit in land of dreams awake,
'Tis such a ***** of blood fueled,
Mine eyes with wakefulness,
A man who writes, keeps me alive,
When blessed sleep,somehow evades my gentle lids,
When your true love , he so forbade,
A haze of fashionable discretion snatches,
Life catches me stabs my heart,
her dry,
Poetry stabs mine,
In writing his art as true love binds!
By ladylivvi1

She was his temple.
He was her house.
A hole to hide in.
An honest abode.
Concealing the secrets of times long since passed.
Captured in a net of nylon where all those secrets. go to  stopped in their tracks!
These were the grey stained tear tracks exposed on open railroad tracks

Full Life!

Fall into my heart cos she's empty, only thing left there is secret silence....,
Drags me down as lead balloon,
She's not air filled, just heavy.
Silence is dashed by 24/7 secrets of takeaway delights, where drunken people go to just to have a fight...they toot their ***** horns without respect for people, who there dwell.
Where eagles dare to fly,
I've never been!
Live in a concrete world full of dreams,
It's a sin....
Sinful use of the area..,
Feels like the land where a million shops are standing close at hand....
Holding each other close,it seems,
Must indeed, just be the lie of the land!
A lot of clever snobs near here ...our future heir apparent,
(not royalty, life generally) well that I fear, university close at hand...sits, meets supply with demand a cost...hell guess I can't really moan at that!
Without the seat of learning I here received , I guess that I'd be lost,
She taught me kindness and compassion with theories attached...
paradigms ideal, for real!
She didn't teach me poetry of that I'm truly glad...
I think poetic inspiration well, she came from my Dad,
Holding a community of nameless faces to ransom, who acknowledge a nod with a "hi",
Not knowing what they're doing here, not even knowing why!
They smile when they see me, cos I have lovely smiling eyes,
They smile cos of what I do,
They only make utterances cos I'm all dressed in blue!
Copyright Livvi Kent 14/04/2013