Worry!

Worry not.
I want not love from thee.
Not for thee or me.
I have moved on.
I did so long ago.

You are a written word for me.
Remnants of once love.
Now left.
A role in words constructed.
From combined love.
Poetic passionate imagination.
Pure poetic inspiration is what you offer.
What I take each day.

I care not myself.
For the man who so scratches.
Just because I write such words.
Flown as migrating birds.
Flew away to find the sun.
To discover from her words of passion.
That what we had is gone and done!
Well and truly out of fashion.


VVV..Glory to poetry!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

WRITER'S BLOCK

When you left you stole my burning heart.
You stole my drive.

You never stole my ambition.
No-one ever will.

You stole my crayons and melted them.
You made my pen run out.

Writer's block crept in,
it's an expectant execution block.

Just now,
I'm cold and lonely.
My eyes mere trenches of emptiness.
I fought my war with passion.

Now I'm dying inside.
I'm crying inside.
I am the Mona Lisa,
But, moaning I am not.
(C) Livvi

Behaviour of Writing

In psychology pre- uni.
Case study of a mental man.
Or crazy lady on a play day.
Remarked on mental cases.
Exhibiting strange behaviour.
Writing so was stated.
A subtle gentleman perhaps.
Lady chilling in the evenings.
Picks up pen and writes.

Why I asked,
Oh why,
Oh why is writing thought strange.
We writers we,
we are not deranged.
Write because we wish to .
Scrawl to save our souls.
Scribbled wishes in verses.
Cathartic.
Words drawn because we want to.
Words drawn because we can.
Removes the daily curses.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Is it normal to feel this way?
My heart got let out of the window.

Got caught on the summer breeze.
Back in the seventh month while, in seventh heaven.

Henceforth;
It vanished.
It blew away.

Blew away.
It won't come back.

Can't catch it on a spike.
Or in a net of mesh.

Now it's gone I sit and cry.
Darling, I still want to die.

It's all a pretence.
This pretending not to give a fk

Waiting to hear once more your voice.
Or read power of love straight from your pen.

You said hell, there's no relationship.
I don't know how you could.

Maybe not a proper one, but what we had was fcking good.
Unless your heart was damaged first.
Or made of rotting wood!

Maybe your heart crocheted from wool.
Soft and fluffy.
But nobody's fool.

The sweet lady, Livvi.
Really cute and cool,

Snatched your heart and broke the rules.
For how much longer must I regret?

Your ring's positioned safely back in my drawer.
Hurts too much to wear it still.

Was not a bragger never will be,
Nor out to gain repute.

A rider on your reputation.
Have one of my own to declare and protect.

Adores poetry.
Livvi, the lady.

She bows in respect to you and her.
Have to say she loves you slightly more.

Just a little bit.
For you are a real being,

With human touch.
Emotion and devotion.

Worth having.
Not with a heart of stone.

Her poetry she will still flow.
Whether you stay or whether you go.

As I perceive you already know.
Had a week off.

Missed sheer joy.
Not being curled up with overgrown boy!
(C) Livvi 17/11/13
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The irony of Christmas time.
Let us not forget.
When Christmas bells are ringing out.
Tis not the sound of pealing bells.
The sound of cash the tinkles.
In retail tills.
Electric stars that twinkle.
No oranges or bags of nuts in your Christmas sack.
No turning back!
The angels they all chorus.
Don't know what went on.
Bring back tradition of Ex-mas long since gone!
(c) Livvi 02/12/2013

I cometh not to stay forever, I'm carried upon a lightening bolt,
I'm not sending you confusion, wrapped up in a tissue box,
You need not those tissues to wipe away your tears,
You saved your tears for those fearful moments,
Those when I come and wipe your streaming nose,
Bathe them away darling,
I shall be there,
Making my own most powerful noise,
Maybe, just maybe you can set me free,
Or maybe, you can curl up only with me and my pen,
Again,
Not looking for true love,
just looking for you my love, the only one,  that was ever real.
Baby, let me feel again the way we made each other feel,
You were no fantasy,
Baby you were real!
(C) Livvi

He is nice.
What a description.
Nice as sticky rice.
What a depiction.

He's soppy as a bubbling puddle, overflowing.
With leftovers of muddy welly boots.
Very shortly she'll be going.

He's in a muddle.
He's set down his boring roots.
He sobs as he steals the stars from up in the heavens.
So he can give her a present.
That she may not relate to.
He doesn't have a clue.
His only real interest.
Football team elevens.
Boredom is his kingdom.
His crown covers a frown.

Long may he there in peace be dwelling.
Under her nose this fellow's,  a little unpleasant smelling.
His sword is made of whale blubber.
Borrowed from a passing mammal.
Like his personality...just a little rubber.
(C) LIVVI

Stop the rain.
Chase away the pain, it's burning.
Accursed yearning.
Fondles and trembles.
Take me to that temple.
The gleaming one that hides the secrets.
It's treats, unknown sweet .
Taste the chaste.
According to the things that matter.
Things that don't in a chaos of a broken butterfly.
Pretending to be a humble bumble bee.
(c) Livvi MMCV

Yesterdays Rain

My goodness the sky is melting.
It overheated.
Now the clouds have ripped apart.
Pink cloud cover.
Enchanting rain.
Dancing as dawn begins to split.
Rhythmic beat of a thousand kettles.
Emptying their sounds.
In synchronicity.
In an earth drenching crescendo.

Put the dog out.
She's reluctant to leave.
Garden not her safe haven today.
Vacuum of water logged mud.
Catches my once clean feet.
Oh what a beautiful morning.
Work beckons.
Welcome to the sodden world.
Terra Firma refreshed in muddles of multiple puddles.
Laced with coloured spectrum of oil splashed roads.
Going to work today.
Sadly unavoidable joy!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

You

You know not what you're doing,
You drift, in ways of abstract design,
You give false impressions,
Of things deeply untrue,
Oh God,
I wish that you weren't you!
You are anonymously sweet,
Portraying that you're bad,
When in fact,
You're really sad,
Full of lost delights,
Everything is wrong,
Not much is right!
You found the right one then,
It melted, lava bursting,blood ripples,
You get judged in ridicule,
By all who surround you!
In you're life,
They all confound you,
You want to fit in and fall in love,
But all around you,
Astound you.
You are not a frog on a leash,
To be toyed with,
Nor one who wants to play,
You are a person!
You have a heart,
A heart which sustains and nourishes,
Protects and cossets,
You have dark secrets,
Running through cold veins,
A brain of creations,
Your thoughts run deep,
Still waters they say,
You have to hold them everyday,
Black as night is,
As white as pure is,
All you want is love for sure,
Do you know your name?
Do you know who you are?
Full suit of armour protects naked soul
Falling deeper into a hole, daily,
You are me, and I am you!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The child discarded in the storm was lost as lonesome sheep.
The flowers in the garden there did bow their heads and weep.
The tears that flowed did nurture and develop a perfect chrysalis.
And as the morning mists did rise a fragile butterfly hit the skies.
A magnificence of purple pause an emperor for a day.

The sun came out, burned out all  the pain of rain.
The child smiled it's heart was made of joy.
As once upon a time the child was born a boy.
Glory and magnificence made magic from the raindrops craft.
For now the gorgeous girl child, she lived, she loved, she laughed.
(C) Livvi

In your honour I bow.
Bedecked with lilac ribbons.
Ran through my hair with bands of gold.
A dress of pastel pink.
I wear a ring of platinum, as precious as you are.
My teeth are perfect ivory.
They glint in sunshine as I smile.
So glad I found you.
(C) LIVVI

Youth is fading.
Like a flickering candle, manipulated by the breeze of summers lick.
Inside the self not long ago.

Ageing was unthinkable,undrinkable.

Today,

Stiff joints,
muscles buzz,
stretched in wretched torment.
Knees red as blazing rugby *****.

Broken hips as crushed up glass, cheap market glass.

My greatest wish would be.

To wrestle with the beast of age,
Half Nelson?
Smash it neatly out of the way.

A role reversal of all powerful father time.

Oh well,
We can dream.
At least I can still drink it up.
Use of the pleasure.
This sweet thing called life.
(C) Livvi

Give me your heart,
Full of  stringy sinews,
stretch them as far as you can,
use it as a yo-yo,
watch it,
it slings,
it's ****** feelings everywhere,
it's a  healthy heart,
covered with a thin layer,
insipid lipid tissues,
whirling,
yielding,
under pressure,
submissive,
youthful,
zeal for love,
real lust for life.
whips back,
darned quick,
many happy returns,
while walking the dog!
(C) Livvi

Crunchy.
Foul dose.
Of a stringy thing.
Stranded.
Strung out.
Hunger pangs.
Not eating that.
Celery.
(c) Livvi

The death of a man who died from outside.
The immenseness of feelings through the gender divide.
Never again will he play with silly string.
For now as a woman, she's free from this thing.
She breathes freedom, released by the sharpest of knives.
Cut caught her persona with ribbons and bows.
Delicate as a flower, as no other would know.
No other could know.
A life a gentlemen, now she's let go.
She had too.
The strongest soul I ever met.
For now,she is a woman.
Pure and by design.
Brave and strong.
Flamboyant as a comet,  aiming high for distant stars.
She's going to make it, of that I'm sure.
My post op transgender friend, who I do so adore.
The caterpillar did it, she's broken free at last.
Left the land of being male,
Abandoned in the darkest past.
(C) LIVVI
Love and best wishes sent truly from me.
For a beautiful smooth sweet soft recovery.
(C) LIVVI

I love cold toast and butter.
The chewiness' is just supreme.
Deliciously moist.
Chew it with glee.
I so love cold buttered toast for my tea.
Care to join me?
(c) Livvi

There were twelve in the room.
The room of the feast.
One attendee was the beast.
The uninvited one.
Poured scorn upon his company as one by one they ate their tea.
The first two had roast beef, coated with lashes of horseradish sauce.
The second two they both had fish, deep fried served with peas and chips.
A little more weight round their porky hips.
Three to five had boiled crab, served with salad, and several French fries, okay frites,
Six and seven only wanted sweets.
Eight and nine, shared jar of cockles , a jar of chewy rubber bits, all served up in brine.
Eleven and ten started to cuss, wanted a huge bowl of custard.
Such a mighty fuss.
None left, six and seven polished it off.
All satisfied and fit to burst, number twelve's diet was worse.
Not much left over, so he ate all the rest.
Livvi

Harlequin picked Columbine,
She was his perfect lover.
He shone.
She knew.
He glowed inside just for her.
She was a lover of wild flowers.
She walked the fields, like no other.
Carried on the floral breeze.
Every year in near mid summer she comes along to play.
Her Harlequin long gone away, but still her flowers come to play.
(C) Livvi

Torn by indiscretion of age as it crawls across a pristine white page.
Almost similar to the arachnid, with feelings caught up.
Spun deep into the fabric of a shining web.
Web, captured within it a prism,
A prism that caught hold of enlightenment.
Showering spectrum of colours so bright.
Reflection from your ceiling crisp and clean into your mind.
The zeal of age indeed, encapsulates your being as a very real man, be not emasculated, by the guardians of youth.
Zenith awaits.
(C) Livvi

There are zombies out there at the base of the hill.
Just ate Jack, now they're waiting for Jill.
I don't like Sundays, as they're always there staring, long time continually scaring.
They just couldn't care less, only hunting for dinner.

Their scouts are about, all looking for snout.
Their eyes are wide open, staring right through, all the humans they see,
Thinking of nothing just looking for tea.
They don't speak at all, merely mumbling, they all lost their tongues.
Stopping for a moment, to **** on their thumbs.
Really good at moaning and groaning.
Crying fake tears.
Tommy the tormented one is stroking his ears.
Their stomachs are grumbling.
They're so very hungry.
Want you and me.
With fine Scottish bonnets, pretty spicy, bouquet garni.
Zombie fodder for Sunday tea.
(c) Livvi

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

Sad zombie fella.

He found a slice of mouldy old bread.
Uses it as a soldier.
Dipped in his head.

No fun.
A 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.
Remembering 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.

***** tasting of peach lemonade.
Eleanor the dead chick.
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