Once life was free.
Constraints were all abandoned.
Running wild like a child with flaxen hair wrapped round my neck.
Paddling in streams was just as they seemed.
Risks were apparent, but nobody cared.
No screaming parent, crying loudly, get away from the stream.
You're risking drowning.
Mother dear.
You need to be aware it was just a chilly puddle that bubbled.
It was just a memory.
(C)LIVVI

I saw her standing there.
Striking.
Wore the look of a porcelain doll.
Victoriana some would say.
Ivory face,
with cheeks of perfect pink.
Legs like a flaming Flamingo.
Headset in situ, discreet ears.
Hair long and thick, ebony.
Strangest footwear.
Odd adornment.
Ribbons entwined throughout her mind.
Oriental student.
Wonder what she's studying?
(C) LIVVI

You are a black  fluffy kitten.
You were my very familiar.
Magical moments spent together.
Hubble bubble,
got no beef,
I carry no trouble.
Never here to chuck you grief.
I know I will see you again,
When the sun burns out,
I'll see you once more,
Can hear when you shout,
when trouble piles up around your ears,
I'm really cool at wiping tears.
You know that anyway.
Once again, I'll see on the dark side of the moon.
Where I can feed you poetry from a silver teaspoon,
Shared,when at least we'll realise that ones' another cared.
Where we can share,
drink coffee from life's loving cup,
Well you can have whiskey in yours,
You think that's nicer than me,
Ha ha,
Lay down,
Relax,
Retract your pretence of showing your claws.
You are not a fluffy kitten and I am not a witch.
I'm Just a poet and a flying super *****.
Haven't got a besom,
As nobody wants one.
They're rather out of date.
Wholly over-rated.
But my bosoms aren't too bad,
I smile and wink,
That made you think,
I said you were my inspiration.
And you,
You are,
You're just another crazy poet,
At least you're still my mate.

(c) Livvi

In the corner.
Hiding beneath the Christmas tree.
Piles of presents awaiting unwrapping.
The children excited as firecrackers.
Sparking and dancing, buzzing like crazy.
Hidden there something was keeping warm.
Lovely and safe.
Away from harm.

Getting hungry and looking for flies.
His web was destroyed by she who despised mess.
Out crept the arachnid.
A delicate being.

All was great.
Until he was noticed.

The children all jumped up and down.
Freaking out at the sight of the beast.
Poor little spider.

To and fro they ran.
All over the place.

Jenny and Joe.
Just look at them go.

They ran round the room like a gang of buffoons.
The tree apt for the time of yule.

Hit the deck.
Silly fools.

Wrecked the presents.
Smashed the lights.

Terrified spider wished he'd stayed out of sight.
The journal of fools smashed round his ears.

The children sobbed.
All cried out their tears for fears.

That innocent spider curled up squashed on the deck.
Christmas was wrecked.
All because of one innocent spider.
(C) Livvi

I walked into a Christmas card to see what I could find.
Traversed through the letters writ,
as if a wise man delivering good news.
I felt the tension in the card.
I read the words of love so true.
I looked at the style,
the shape of letters,
as  they were created by your pen.
I looked at the significance of the greeting,
held in the mind of the sender,
and the joy perceived by the receiver.
Just to know somebody cares.
Thinking of the future,
thinking of the past.
Who is still there this year,
and who  was there last.
I ponder,
I wonder,
Matters more important.
than a mere Christmas card.
Let somebody know you care!
(C) LIVVI

The children went off into the woods to play.
It wasn't there yesterday you know.
The cottage with the thatched roof covered in crystals of ice and dripping snow.
The trees in the forest are lovely and clean, they're smelling of freshness, they're dressed in bright green.

The cottage windows glowed with smiles.
Very inviting and cosy and warm.

Cautiously, the children peeped in through the windows.
The windows behind which all secrets hid.
They saw a room with a blazing fire in the hearth.
A room full up with noisy industrious elves.
They were picking and packing toys onto the shelves.

The children were such mischievous imps.
They had to take a closer look.
They crept as silently as the night moved, to the other side of the copse.
Looked into the window, just over there.
A chubby red faced woman was plaiting her hair.
On the opposite side of the very same room, sat Santa Claus.
He was wearing maroon.
The children stood and watched a while.
I swear they saw old Santa smile.
He noticed them looking in.

The old door swung open, he beckoned them in.
He fed them Christmas cookies.
Gave them steaming cocoa in mugs.
Santa was just the jolliest chap that they had ever met.
They finished their drinks and munched all their cookies.
Santa Clause said to the children, now off you must go.
You must forget we ever met.
He waved them goodbye, as they left through the door.
They skipped and they danced over the woodland floor.
Those naughty children would be back tomorrow.
The following day they went back to the very same spot, Santa was gone and all was forgot.

It was 5'o'clock in the morning, on December 25th.
The children rustled and played with their stockings.
Smiling excitedly and noisily.
Delighted that they had not been forgot.
(C) Livvi

Paper wishes give
Carols Christmas ring allowed
Red tinsel hanging.
(c)LIVVI

Don't **** me pleads the turkey.
I may not be pretty.
Let me still be living.
I'm not coming to tea.
Or lunch or even Christmas supper.
If I had half a chance,
All your plans I'd scupper.
If I give up gobbling.
Your special day be wobbling.
The Christmas cheer be sweet meat.
As mince pies fruity.
Bring good cheer
Custard and fresh cream.
Its just the time of year.
** ** **.
Hell lets be jolly.
Around his head a crown of holly.
Mistletoe kisses are better than none.
Christmas season's just begun.
(c)LIVVI

Leaned against the shop window.
A young chap.
The centre of the city.
A piece of card in his hand.
Spoke of his woes.
Without  verbally speaking a word.
~#~
I looked at him and smiled.
At times I'll stop and speak.
Today it's busy out there.
Christmas spirit is brewing.
Time is dashing past.
~#~
At the bus stop a woman sobbed.
I wanted to ask her if she was okay.
My bus turned up.
I ran away.
Probably nothing much I could do anyway.
Not my business so everyone says.
(C) Livvi

Sitting,
Thinking,
Scratching my head.
Acquiring splinters from the ageing oak.
Tall tree of knowledge.
Avoiding the gulls that invade my scope of vision.
My pen has leaked all over my hands.
My fingers tingle.
Electricity surge.
Foul words are scribbled.
Demons be purged.
(C) LIVVI

Worked all night for two whole nights to try to earn a crust.
Just faced the sunlit sky and my head is fit to bust.
There's a fella with a hammer standing right outside my door.
My beating brain is influenced by a Nordic god,named Thor.
My very willing suitor.

My eyes are feeling black as coal.
Cavernous depths of nightmare holes.

The coffee's kicking in at last.
Fed by caffeine overdrive.
Coffee, she's my saviour and she's keeping me alive.
Thank God, for an ever filling cup.
(C) LIVVI

My legs are as cold as my heart is.
Sensation of numb.
It's not comfortable.
A heartless fool indeed I am.
Some how I grin.
Tasting sin.
Chapped blazing lips.
They bleed for I am a vampire.
Myself I feed.
Self-sufficient.
In winter splitting.
Lips that are cracking, always leaking.
(c)LIVVI

Long claws that scratch.
And fangs that bite.
The ice descended over night.
Clear of clouds.
A sky that's bright.
Jack frost's paint brush.
Out in force.
Planetary alignment.
Pretty rare.
Blazing skies.
Eating fries.
Discarded ones.
Half eaten burgers.
Keeping warm.
Feeling for the homeless ones.
Waiting for the climbing sun.
In my thoughts.
In my mind
I'm indoors.
Guess what I find.
Warmth and coffee.
A cosy duvet.
So very lucky.
(c)LIVVI

As if the banshee wails,
Screams wasting energy.
Toking at the passion pump,
The saviour.
Rivers flow,
unknowing.
how long the pains shall onwards play.
Downwards descent,
And so,
The new born infant cries it's first,
the banshee wails again.
(C)LIVVI