A whisper in the silence,
It's the grass having some fun,
Rustling in the sunshine,
It's only just begun,
So long it's getting tangled ,
In many tongues it's twisted,
For on the breeze it's playing,
Her lies she spreads mischievously,
She tells them to the tree,

Through the green a mismatch of fairy folk creep,
Weaving magic through their hidey holes,
The place in which they sleep,
The toadstools all have frogs on,
They're catching butterflies for tea,
In the midday sun they feed,
Dragon flies are blowing fire,
illuminating summer skies,
While the grass still stands up messy,
Telling all it's lies,
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I shall hold you close as you take your last breath.
Stroking your hair as you slip away.
As a last request.
I will kiss you.
As I know you're leaving.
With my tears.
I shan't wake you.
I will whisper goodbye.
As you slip into the land of eternal night.
But I won't sing to you...
My voice is that of harpie.
You deserve sweet tenderness.
The best that I could give!
(C) Livvi Kent 16/10/2013

Whistle Down the Wind

I whistled down the wind.
I chased it round the trees.
It bit my fingers with spiteful teeth,
While flying sharp in winter's blast,
Almost made me bleed.
A zephyr kissed me.
Nearly made me blessed.
Breeze blew up my shirt sleeves.
Warming body's core.
Hurricane disturbed me.
Blew my rugged world away.

From nucleus of nuclear war.
When nothing much was left.
The nuclear wind of change of change did blow.
Nothing left here now.
Ashes left at end of day.
From ashes arose the wind.
Perhaps I shouldn't have whistled.
Summoned up the wind of change!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Who judges sobriety.
The sober and sane.
Who is it that deems lunacy.
The one who doesn't comprehend.
Who is that screams insanity.
The one who believes he possesses humanity.
Who preys on innocence.
The manipulator.
Who feeds fire.
The oxygen supply,
And life itself.

Who gives love.
The one who wants.
Who dines on emotion.
The one who is hungered.
Who ****** conscience.
The problem that needled.
Who matters.
The reader and man's perception

Who cares.
The nobody cares.
Who prays for forgiveness in the darkest of days.
The one who so seeks absolution.
Who receives love.
The one who warrants it.

Who wants loving.
The everyone does.
Who needs another.
Be it as friend, sister or lover.
Who sits on high, surveying.
The condescending one, that looks down their nose.
Who is the shark with a bite of cold steel.
The dealer of death's darkened cards.

Who is the dream that lurks in the fog.
Love is the dream that lurks in the smog.
Who are the ones that you left behind.
You know not who until you are dead.
Who are the ones who play with your mind.

Seek and you shall find.
Are you the one,
The one everyone wants.
You are lost in a blizzard.

You are the one.
The spirit of the lonely age.
You are the one that spits fire enraged.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Once upon a time she was yours.
Her heart filled to bursting.
He turned his back on her.
And she turned hers to him.
He walked away to go and play,
Narcissistic tendencies.
Minions of silly games.
He don't matter.
And she don't mind.
(C) Livvi

What became of them.
A tragedy.
They all died.
I did nothing wrong at all.
I missed the best of them.
Now I have the rest.
Let them slip from my grasp.
I need not apologise.
It's just the way times flies.

In the blink of an eye they vanished.
These creatures, so once reliant on me.
Became independent.
We set each other free!
My children are now adults.
Catapulted from infancy.
Into adulthood!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The sunset lodges behind his eyes.
The antique man of quality, who once lived down my street.
Now, he stipulates a will to stay inside, his dying eyes still open wide.
No tears are left to cry.
He already cried an ocean, from the depths of his lagoon.
Shed as falling leaves, just after his sweetheart died.
His wife was a wizened old soul, who'd stooped as she moved.
Her inefficient stiffness apparent just before she she died.
He wishes that morning would arrive.
So he could maybe join her for another sun-drenched day.
His body lives on, in defiance of death.
He wants to fight no more, but his body, he feels unjustly, is caught in the puzzle of life.
He sees the reaper call on his friends, almost daily, but his turn always seems neglected.
He reminisced, once it was said "only the good die young."
He didn't believe he'd been that bad.
"Missus must've been an angel", he muttered under his breath.
And still he waits.
(c)LIVVI

Do the eyes watch?
The eyes in the sky.
Why oh why?
Do the spacecraft fly past only at night time.
Why do the ghosts of the past hide until bed time?
Do the monsters only come out after dark.
Do they hide in closets behind closed doors?
Or do they live under the bed?
Hopefully not mine.
(C) LIVVI

Another day in the life of a nobody's wife.
Nobody there to get in my hair.
Not to be nagged by a.n.other.
No-one to tell me what I can do.
My money only my own can be.
Arguing with myself.
A pointless exercise.
Only exercise I get these days.
Is that I power with my pen.
Over the years became rather wise.
And yet again tell myself,
I love that being free.
I tell you too but, is it true?
If million more years fly by.
You know I'll still be me!

I still have a lonely bed.
No hand to hold.
A heart not cold.
A zany head.
Thank you my friend, I love that equation.
Once again I descend on work.
Comes across several more needy folk.
Feeling sore.
A belly ache or back ache.
Doc and I will put the world to rights.
For now how ever,
What ever the weather.
A trip up the road,where things stay the same.
Where nobodies wife gives nobody pain.
Hurts myself not again, I only give myself no more.
Guess what my friend, I miss it!

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Little Miss Nobody sat on her own.
No-one to talk too.
The skeleton's in her closet are itching to get out.
A complex web of intricate delicacies, she's very hard to breach.
Impossible to reach.
Uncontrollable and wild.

Treat her mean, keep her keen, that's what they say.
They always treat her mean.
She treats them mean back.
Still she lacks an honest man who can work her out, decipher her, dissect her mentally and physically.
She's had enough of being free .
(C) LIVVI

Will be done!

As if eternal punishment.
For sins not been committed.
Bereft of love in darkest place.
Get donations of love as the sages said.
From time to time in checkered history.
Spread across the pages of a dated tea stained periodical.
Written in love letters in pure poetry.
Poetic justice all for me.
The poet man for he can't see.
Was predicted by the seers many moons ago.
Told by those soothsayers.
Forsooth that I shall die alone.
In a vendetta of being on my own.
One unlawful utterance you gave to me.
You gave it as the perfect gift.
You whispered I love you as you got on the bus.
Stranded betwixt the angel, the devil or the deep blue sea.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Let me take you down to the river.
To show you how the waters flow.
Let me show you the fish that are jumping.
They're going with the flow.
See the tiny twig drifting out to sea.
It seems as if it's having fun.
It's playing on the water as the sunshine starts to cry again.
The creatures are mainly sleeping now, as only they now how.
The raindrops changed to hail stones.
All hail the winter.
(C) Livvi

It's winter again.
Can't work out.
Why would I walk.
On,
This cold beach front sand.
Barefoot, I walk.
Enjoying the air.
Not a care in the world.
Smell the seaweed.
Feel the icy tide lap over my toes.
The thrill of the chill.

Look at the wet wood,
Drifted on to the shore.
Cracked so much.
It's looking sore.
Touch it.
Feel the heaviness.

Think, this wood is newly discarded.
Maybe from a shore side stroll .
The dog buried the wood just under the hole.

The vendors of sweet ices still pretend.
That shoreline's graced with sun.
It's not.
The only way to earn a crust.
That these poor folks have got.
Hear them discussing that trade is disgusting.

Debating a change in their wares.
Maybe just maybe nobody cares.
Burgers and hot dogs.
May make things better.
While the sand gets colder.
And it's very much wetter.

Winter sands so peaceful.
Only thing seen is the lonely dog walker.
Going to deposit the next piece of wood.
To drift of into the sea.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Chilling in blanket, grey red edged, itching,
Bright clear night,
Leaves him colder,
Fingers smart,
Blue, cold attacked,
Feeling older,
Cloud cover dispersed,
Lack of cloud makes night feel worse!
Holds on to night's mantle , try to keep warm,
His tatty grey blanket protects him from harm,
May warm his heart, if only a little,
It's only the cold that keeps him alive,
My homeless friend, a fight to survive,
Fights on night after night,
Wrapped in winter's chill overnight,
Stern, severe, no desire to be here!
Circumstances beyond his control,
Left him stuck unearthly hole,
It's Friday night,
Greetings abound,
Soup served by poppets,
Angels wrapped in overcoats,
Ladles in hand,
Here again to meet Friday nights,
Supply with demand,
Not societal pariah,
A sad soul, lost in loneliness,
Living, but not alive!
Livvi Kent 29/04/2013

Whoa, down the ski ***** of love and affection she slides.
The ski ***** of flying of living and dying.
Bang, whoosh, rumbles.
The excitement caused an avalanche.
Crashes, damage extreme.
As that snow it doth crumble.
Interment of all but the fittest.
And then instead of skis, arrives a snow board.
Bored stiff and slid away.
A rescue mode.
Winter sports.
Stuck on his skates, he slid away.
She's left outside in the cold!
(c) Livvi

A few short weeks of crippling winter.
Lips that bite.
Feet that slip.
Starts with frost.
"Hello Jack".

Rouged cheeks.
Stranded in spots.
Forwards.
Backwards.
Sideways skid.
Always cold
Got the hots for blizzards and most wintry weathers.

Who needs to wrap up well in the 'hood.
Wintery weather.
Profoundly good.
Thickest coat with furry hood.
It's great because you pile on clothes
Keen to beat the bitter cold.
is magnificent.
Feeling alive.
The colour of the clouting cold.
Heavy bundled a strolling clothes horse.
Nose running, loving winter *******.
(c)Livvi

The glory of sunrise so red striped the sky.
The sheep got lost on the snow covered hills.
The tree top are icing sugar white after the blistering last night.
The elders bowed their respects to the loch.
The grouse he is hiding 'neath the slippery rocks.
Good morning winter wonderland.
(C) Livvi

Strands of ridged ribbons,
Neat bows on nightcaps.
Slippers on floor placed neatly at bedside.
Bed socks and nightgowns,
Laced up to the collar.
The man says we're in for a chill this winter.

Covers pulled tight up round their neck.
Bed lost it's *** appeal.
So cold.
Still trying to feel.
(c) Livvi

Held you when your body froze,
Bought you joy of warmth,
Released you when your body burned,
In its turmoil of scarlet heat.

Will send bottles full of wishes,
Laced with tragic kisses,
From silhouette of darkness,
I shall smack you with bright lights,
Hold your spirit in both hands,
Spread my love all over you,
All through the sands of time,

For now I found a love in you,
And in our poetry,
Wish it could be forever,
Hope that it will be,
Within my heart forever shall you dwell,
My love is carried by the dove of peace,
Versus your God of war,
In love as we dance under the stars,
A romantic pas-de -deux!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I discern that thy doth love, me not.
In showers of flowers, thrown only for love.
Lest my sweet heart, ne'er be forgot.
In peace, I present thee with a single melodious dove.
At thy peak of thine voice,
Where only silence be spoken,
Tongue persuasion sir, tis my choice.
Beg thee kind sir, may my heart not be broken.
Emotion in mind, a crucible of steaming steel.
Darling sweet darling, I bequest thy come hither.
A potion to snare, he that doth not feel.
Precious feelings, conjured, ne'er to wither.
Within mine cauldron, I shall brew
A potion out for snaring you.
(C) LIVVI

As a rose catching sunlight.
Peachy petals run with veins of sweet cerise.
A coronet of flora, held fast with grips to beat the wind.
Hair glowing blonde, eternally growing.
She's sleeping silently.
She faced last season, laying tight through winter snows  
Beside her glassy casket, be placed a wicker basket, holding nothing but a missive destined for her long time lover.
Her prince would come, she knew he would.
Long time dead.
Visage of crystal sheen.

Her prince he wants to hold her close.
She the nearest to perfection.
Much too late to face rejection.
Longing to wait and watch her rest.

Sunlight catches the claret in his glass.
Feeds her face with colour.
Her cheeks begin to glow.

Winter left, the thaw began.
Lips bitten by the winter's chill, touched at last by lover's thrill.
Eyes developed springtime spark.

From his eyes, he wiped the tears and sighed.

Walked away, his chin between his heart shaped hands.
Heard a minute whimper, which soon became a sigh.
The sound of crying snatched his ears.

Her Lord.
He lifted the lid of her fragile coffin.
She sat up and smiled.
Looked into his eyes.
Unfurled her wings and left for the skies.
Ascended to Heaven.
Their final chance to say their goodbyes.
(c) Livvi

Wolf!

Laid upon his bed,
Awake,
Hark,
Sound of confusion screeching,
Canines bared,
Salivating,
In divine thought of snaring prey,
For he is in sadistic need,
No sadism,
Only burning passion,
In need of resuscitation by nourishment,
Satisfied by the latest lamb who greeted slaughters gate!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Don't pet the wolves of Wall Street.
Definitely don't feed them.
They will bite your hand off without a second thought.
They're baying with the hounds of hell.
Stirring chaos in the world.
Within a melting ***.
It's ready to bubble over.
Beside the dogs of religion,
money is at the root of all that's evil.
Surely the devil's in control.
The ******* in charge of the Wall Street soul
The devil himself he calls to arms.
Those with world control.
Once again he uses his wily charms.
(C) Livvi

I'd love to sculpt a figurine made from sold bronze.
It would remind me of the age of man.
I'd love to throw a ***.
Bake it in a kiln.
Glaze it with shiny patterns.
Images of suns and moons.
Stars and comets
A multitude of colour.
And only then after putting my world into my oven baked creation.
I would love to slam it at the wall.
To watch it erupt, as a furious fire work would do.
Exorcised frustration.
One great big bash.
What a smashing time I'd have.
But, my beautiful bronze sculpture.
In the form of subtle woman kind, would be left by aged design.
To age with only woman's grace.
As only woman can.
(C) Livvi

Another new year is here.
Train pulled into the rain drenched station.
Where once stood a child of temperance mild.
The guard of the heart.
He shouted all change.
Squashed up at the window her nose.
Eyes looking sharply for new tomorrows.
As a wolf she howls.
Tis time to make amends.
Analysis of honest of friends and find at last reality.
A reality of normality perhaps.

Once was lost in blinding panic.
Takes in air and standing static.
Stock of situation.
Gives her some renewal.
The zany lady Livvi.
Once lived on rocket fuel.
Time to settle to maybe even become tranquil.
Time to settle and relax.
Life needs giving bit of slack.
Silly woman needs to breathe fresh ideas.
Perhaps a kiss on the cheek.
Is that maybe all that she could wish for?
To fill her lungs once more with trust.
She believes it is.
Before a wasted life turns into rust.
Before her eyes.
Unnoticed!
©Livvi 2014

******* imbued with full female form.
*******, full and formed.
Dusky and beautiful, as is the skin over which they dwell.
Filled with life and love for infant so pure and new.
Woman form so young so firm, a peach in a velvet shell.
She is not an object of ****** desire.
She holds in  her heart true love for one, for her ******* are swollen for her newborn son.
He whimpers, an enhancement of life giving flow, as his hunger builds up, his face it doth glow.
Her face glows too, glowing with infinite love, between mother and son.
Redder and redder, almost scarlet.
With  his hunger, he's calling.
Mother hears and so obeys, milk dropped tee-shirt obvious.
Whenever  he calls, night or day.
She is beautiful, serene, tranquil, natural.
Natural birth, nature nurtured.
He is beautiful.
She is young, the newborn mother, blessed with the swollen *******.
(c) Livvi

A river runs upwards.
It's drowning the trees.
The children screaming, all bought to their knees.
The hills are inverted, they're off underground.
The heavens are calling, they're calling to war.

For I am woman.
Wily woman, creature of power.
For now, women worldwide let this be your hour.
Air heads and flower pots.
I am not.
Neither are you.
Kick of your shoes.
Dance on hot coals.
Glass ceilings got shattered.

Modern day lady, whether or not.
Freedom to live, freedom to love.
But, I wouldn't mind a millionaire.
As long as he's got most of his teeth and some of his hair.
(c)LIVVI

Women are powerful tools.
The brain of a good woman should never be abandoned.
Nor abused.
A woman is the touch paper upon the blazing torch.
Some women listen to what you desire.
Not all of course.
That would be far fetched.
Men think with their trouser contents.
Women with their brains.
Planning days in odds and sods.
The man beasts think they're demigods'.
Not all by any stretched imagination.
Most are lovely in their own way.
The natural order of coexistence.
Dictates that one and one makes two.
(C) Livvi

The farmer had a gigantic ****, a super Sunday lunch!
(C) LIVVI

The words that you speak are kissing my ears.
The words that you speak can wipe away tears.
(c) Livvi

I am a lover unlike any other.
I am delighted to play with words every day.
Rarely does my pen make magic and it rarely speaks the real me.
I live, I love, in all ways imaginatively.
Put delicately with my funny pen.
My pen sometimes pokes eyes out, or I expire strapped to an old oak chair.
Sometimes my topics may rile and you think that I  don't care.
I write of love, I write of lust..sometimes mischievous erotica.
The real me's a little girl.
She's  hiding in my deep dark heart.
I'm giggly and very silly, daily turning tricks, not ****** tricks, but silly tricks while I'm playing with my dippy words.
I like nothing more than playing silly games, silly games with dozy syllables.
I live to write.
I write to live.
And so the games go on .
(c) Livvi

Pregnant,(no,) just the mother of all bizarre ideas and weird words...been developing for years.
Slow heat simmering.
Tear relieving, never deceiving.
Past, present and freedom,
Reliever of boredom.
Frustration crusher,
Sleepy squashed,
All washed out.
Nighty night.
Sleep tight.
A poem about anything, told you I could.
Resting now just like I should! X
(c) Livvi

Pregnant,(no,) just the mother of all bizarre ideas and weird words...been developing for years.
Slow heat simmering.
Tear relieving, never deceiving.
Past, present and freedom,
Reliever of boredom.
Frustration crusher,
Sleepy squashed,
All washed out.
Nighty night.
Sleep tight.
A poem about anything, told you I could.
Resting now just like I should! X
(c) Livvi

She has too many issues, all them with words, virtual obsession, addicted, just can't give them up.

Stubborn as a stupid mule.
No flexibility.
Like playing games, with worldwide fools.
As a malevolent spirit, games of control ongoing.
Words of politicians, grating on eardrums.
Becoming noisy to extremes, let noise and hot air be all it brings.
Hurting mentally, tormenting with concern.
Let these dreadful threats recede!
(C) Livvi

A weekend of wonderful words exchanged,
Words written on the bus to books being read,
To tales of ghosties and ghoulies and Poe,
In darkness and brightness,
Feeding two wordy heads,
As we rest in my bed,
Hard to believe that many will ever know,
The impact of words in poetry or prose,
Maybe I guess only you and  I care,
Apart from our friends dotted everywhere,
One day soon we'll be together again,
To revel in words of pleasure and pain,
Until that sweet day, which won't be too long,
In our poetic hearts we both belong!

By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

A weekend of wonderful words exchanged,
Words written on the bus to books being read,
To tales of ghosties and ghoulies and Poe,
In darkness and brightness,
Feeding two wordy heads,
As we rest in my bed,
Hard to believe that many will ever know,
The impact of words in poetry or prose,
Maybe I guess only you and I care,
Apart from our friends dotted everywhere,
One day soon we'll be together again,
To revel in words of pleasure and pain,
Until that sweet day, which won't be too long,
In our poetic hearts we both belong!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

******* strangled.
Stuck insitu.
Trapped, however, not here.
Reminded of pain in, inadequacy's bite,

Blight as rot set in.
Capability dismissed, in a glower of scorn's disgust,

Such hatred presented in vermillion cloak.
Pain treads in disdain.
While silently creeping on razor wires.
As claret, corrupts the continuum.

Heart lifted from inferior, interior in abject ultimatum.
Massacred,all alone.
As vacated bull s**t lied.

In spite.
Chastised for an ailments grip.
Neck grasped by financial retributions.
Shoulders ripped as as grown gnaw.

Earthly bowels became despondent.
Driving into dissident republic.
Rebellion kicks back in sheer stupidity.
Resistance is negligible.
Ornate,as glory spans visions scope.
Seriously, little hope left in my unsatisfied work!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

These beasts of burden with their potent power,
They plough the fields for hours and hours,
Working for the farmer,
Never do they complain,
Strolling through the vineyards,
Harvesting next seasons grapes,
Time and time again,
While Amish farmers use theirs gifts and treat them tenderly,
In all their bridle wear,
Made in traditional way,
Left over gifts from these gentle giants,
Their deposits natural,
Have been used to heat and build a dwelling, if not somewhat smelly,
While keeping gardens blooming in a most productive way,
Some of the many things a workhorse does in a day,

Workhorses they also dwell in city life,
While walking through the city streets,
Mingling with the passers by,
Or controlling the traffic,
As part of forces supporting royalty,
Through regal processions,
Walking boldly proudly through a cacophony of drum beat sounds,
In a disturbing row,
All this noise and full furore,

Please respect these fine beasts,
Brethren of our world,
Poetry in motion as with such grace they move,
One thing for sure,
they can help us save our world with their minimal emissions!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sunday came,
She's leaving fast,
My days off nearly done,
For tomorrow my quill will rest a tad,
Until the evening comes,
Spent good moments writing,
Through the moments that I had,

In the morning after dawn breaks,
When work she calls me loudly,
The alarm shouts up,
Rudely in annoyance,
While waiting for my own obedience,
Off I dash again,
Virtually I sit and write,
Praying for refreshing rain,

I am dreading it,
For no doubt,
I shall sit and swelter,
Through this heatwave,
Such a belter,
I shall try to hide away,
While working through this hell fired day!
No chance of that I can't escape,
There is nowhere to hide,

I will be there with my sweet, sweet smile,
Despite the fact this heat is vile,
I will survive and soldier on until this awful,
Sunshine's heat is gone!
Great while lounging on the bed,
Otherwise this stifling heat,
Is making me feel dead!

By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Earthquake erupts from the core,
Lava bubbles as beautiful earth reaches destruction,
For once not the impact of mans misuse,
A pressure cooker,
As heat increases,

Tiny delicate butterfly ***** her wings in the breeze,
Antennae taste the air,
Sensing the impending tsunami,
Swamping the other face of her force,
Once blessed world,

Buildings destroyed by vehement wars,
In terror as inhabitants,
Fly in abject misery,
News reports feed sorrow,
From all corners of the globe,
A globe with corners,
Well I never,
Well I can only hope I never anyway!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Hatred.
Bigotry.
Audacity.
Loss of freedom.
Dignity.
Colour identities.
Racism and religion.
Wobbly football world.
Kick it.
Love all.
Dig decency.
Care compassion.
World wide, high fashion.
Smashing borders.
Obeying orders.
(C) Livvi