Somewhere in the distance there lives a pretty *****, they say that she's a minx,
In the distance northern hills they state, that she's a lynx.
The hunters try to finish her, I guess she must be jinxed.
(c)LIVVI

Don't wanna live in the city lights.
Wanna hideaway at night.
Want love to blind me.
Only truth to find me.
Love to bind me.

Knots of raffia
Make me a basket.
Red yellow and blue.
Fill it with your honest truth.

City lights hidden dreams.
Poor visibility screams.
You wear your bikini.
Just covers some bits
Like a songbird.
A lady with wit.

Knots of raffia
Create me a basket
Red yellow and blue to make a neat basket.
Load it with love and fill it with flowers.
Weaving, binding true love over hours.

Stitch me a quilt all of my own.
Darling, the comfort of laying alone.
Lost in a sandstorm.
With grit in my eyes.
True love is lonely.
It reaches the skies.
A lonely Skua appears, poaching my eggs.
Some where behind me lay both of my legs.
They were walking in circles perpetually.
Not sure what they're doing but they wanna be free.
Chains discarded on my bed.
Off I go.
Met the red queen
It's off with my head in an instant.
A game of bowls or croquet maybe.
Nods in her honour.
Well done Milady.
What a strange poem or maybe a song.
Love is vacant, bing bang ****.
(c)LIVVI

The beige grass is calling out.
To raindrops that drip.
It's dying of dryness, it begs for relief.
After the sunshine, the dry grass calls grief.
The danger that comes from a being with a match.
As all nature's magic dispatched in a flash.
Trees all blazing, look amazing.
Conjured up pictures.
Destroyed habitats.
Ruined in a flash.
Forest homes and camp sites.
Fires, cremations.
Accidentally by wombats.
Not obeying.
The beige grass is gone.
(c)LIVVI

To my gay friends I send this note.
Brothers and sisters.
Pray stand up and weep for the lost of Orlando
May the good lord stand up with you, cry for you, care for you always.
Brothers smile, sisters smile.
For we shall not be beat.
Gentlemen from Pulse,
Please forever rest in peace.
Angels guide you in, take them safely by the hand.
(c)LIVVI

Sitting in a snow storm.
Long time cold will make me warm.
Charms hidden underground.
Wasn't looking.
Profoundly found **
(C) LIVVI

BLOOMING

Hold my hand while we play together in paradise.
A pink scented candle flickers under the stairs.
With flames dancing, as if ballerinas.
That dance on tiptoes.
Wafts of springtime garden flowers.
Tickle my nose.
We play together for hours and hours.
It's a scene in a dream.
In which, I am queen.
As only I am.
You are king.
Created of string and Chantilly lace.
I saw your face.

The raven cries.
I awake from that dream.
Pictures of passion from magazines.
Love images of beaches and rivers that flow.
Creation of magpies out hunting for gold.
The birds in the nest made out of spittle.
While the man in the moon sits with playing sticks.
That he whittles.
He's making strange shapes.
They make no sort of sense.
Before walking away, sure as night becomes day.
He'll make breakfast in bed.
Makes sure I am fed with the fire of desire.
Before I'm walking away.
A day well spent.
As love's only lent.
I shall never relent.
Nor repent.
At last I'm alive.
(C) LIVVI