CONCH
I walked into the gift shop,
Down beside the sea,
There I found a conch shell,
That conch shell set me free.
It opened up the window of the memories held inside,
Memories of days gone by,
Been lodging far inside,
Hidden in quiet corners on the back roads of my mind.
The lure of the sunshine, the sand and the sea,
picked me up and set me free.
Towards the shore I slowly walked.
As the nearer I got,
the more that I could breathe,
I could smell it and feel it.

It's too cold to paddle, no wading today,
I wonder if in winter time,
Do those tiny sand eels play.
Most of those gift shops are closed it's out of the season,
Must have been drawn there for a reason.
(c)Livvi

When youth was my friend, confidence was not.
Nor, was it my enemy.
I just never ever thought.
The confidence would catch me.
Now I'm well and truly caught.
Embroiled in frilly, dark or silly words.
Spat out like pips by passing birds.
From the seeds grow ideas.
Sometimes classical, others plain weird.
Mood affecting.
Love rejecting.
Now I'm getting older, I guess I just forgot that confidence was discovered.
Never, would I have stood upon the velvet stage.
Edged with bravado, painted stars, upstarts noisily with vibrant edges.
A plethora of strange, sometimes pretty flowers.
Often paper ones.
Now I play the strangest words.
Usually minutes.
Sometimes hours.
Showers of words.
Wordsworth not, wordsmith yes.
All flight of one aged flightless bird.
Flights of fancy, Nancy.
(c)Livvi

Confusion
There was a spotty tiger,
he got muddled with a lion.
You won't find him on savannah grass,
nor in the trees in India,
you'll find him in the salad bar,
round the corner shop.
You may find him supping mocha's,
and wearing moccasins to keep his claws inside,
wearing his dark glasses to protect his sight,
he wore his bright pink headphones,
so he seek the beat,
never chased a zebra,
nor ate a wildebeest,
didn't hunt the townsfolk,
it wasn't in his style,
instead,
once a year in winter time,
he'd go off on holiday,
go flying down the piste.
Woo hoo!
There he goes again,
that trendy tigon,
liger?
Zooming past upon his skis.
(C) Livvi

Dumbstruck by the transvestite with the electric blue hair.
Hanging shoulder length.
His hair looked sheer, shiny and just fantastic.
He wore flip-flops and blue tights.
Never ever wore a coat.
Not being judgemental of course,  I never am that's for sure.
Close enough to notice the evening shadow, as it crept over his man shaped face.
I passed him by.
His feet are big enough to belong to a giant, an ogre maybe, one that didn't bite.
His footwear looked rather curious in his flip-flops as he waddled along through the pouring rain, down the street and back again.
Almost a penguin, was he, awkward and ungainly.
Accepting of the fact that he would never fly.
But very confident, much more confident than me.
I admired his frank openness,  of maybe what he sought to be.
(C) Livvi

Red roses die with out water.
Love always dies without laughter.
Puppets dance on controlled strings.
Birds fly further on extended wings.
Dropping feathers as angels pass.
Floating to earth with a terrible bang.

Thinking of births deaths and marriages.
And carriage clocks that sit on the shelf in the living room.
The one where the trust first became gloomy.
Last ditch attempts to tango at nighttime, whenever's the right time to drop bombs made of flour, when is the right hour?
To paint everything white, make all things alright.
She has not a clue, she should have told you.
Is there ever a right time?
Bring on the night time.
Soon sleeping and weeping, repairing regret.
(c) Livvi

Red roses die with out water.
Love always dies without laughter.
Puppets dance on controlled strings.
Birds fly further on extended wings.
Dropping feathers as angels pass.
Floating to earth with a terrible bang.

Thinking of births deaths and marriages.
And carriage clocks, that sit on the shelf in the living room.
The one where the trust, became gloomy.
Last ditch attempts to tango at nighttime,
whenever's the right time to drop bombs made of flour,
when is the right hour?
To paint everything white, make all things alright.
She has not a clue,
she should have told you.
Is there ever a right time?
Bring on the night time.
Soon sleeping and weeping,
repairing regret.
(c) Livvi

On the top floor, outside the racket.
Slamming the wasted door.
Queue of men wanting more.
In the flat at the back one of two.
Where the air flowed dank and language blue.
Twelve feet by eighteen.
The ladies kept manacled in order to score.
Rustled from the bus in a hurry, after which, their dignity's left.
A super holiday, promised a gratis gift.
Collared and chained.
Shot up to the sky.
The ladies kept manacled in order to score.
By a friend, an imperious, imposer.
Not a cool guy.
Remuneration nothing for their suffering at the hands, of ****** deviants.
A slave to desire, captured in *******.
(C) Livvi

Constructing the Year Anew!

I skipped on the wind to infinity.
Nearing insanity, not!
Riding on ice floes and hedges.
Now and then perched on the fence.
Betting the moon will cease to glow.
As last year,bade blurred adieu.

Her feminine face wrapped in chiffon.
Rippling in the breeze of night.
Rustling as the tree tops she tenderly strokes.
With merciful light as blessing of naive honour.
Not knowing the gift of the year to come.

Onward and upwards I ride.
Toss my hair over the shoulder of time.
Time and tide stand alone.
While waiting for love not to trip.

A night cruiser flowing on mortality's tides.
January until to the ides of March.
I creep coldly in silent sensitive chill.
Waiting for love to pick old ribbons apart and thrill me.
Decipher the mystical one.
DNA made me.
Let mRNA make me remember the one I was before.
May the candle in the bathroom burn ever hot.
Let me see the light.
The light of my life.

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Hello dear friend,
It's another one of those ******* begging letters,
Sent by those with foreign names,
Saying daddy dear is dead,
left her half a million,
at least,
Can't stick it anywhere,
now daddy's deceased,
she thought she'd try me,
could you send me bank details,
somewhere I can stash my cash,
I will share it with you,
you have my word,
the one that spake with robbing tongue,
must think we all are idiots,
fraid to say,
I'm really not!
So,
******* take your begging letters,
Stick them where the sun don't shine,
What's yours is yours,
and what's mine is mine!!
(C) Livvi

I stepped outside the room today.
I dared not say goodbye.
Inside my heart is breaking.
I left my keys inside my bag.
They open up my heart.
My paperwork is locked away entirely with my love.
No longer can I stay.
And I take the raw love you say you have,
puncturing my body, like a vampire I receive your killing stake.
And give it back to you my son.
Maybe you'll think.
He whose name be Andrew.
Draining me.
You took the life force from me.
I creep away silently,
Unnoticed.
My tail tucked between my legs.
I cannot bear the disrespect and thus right now I doth regret.
The things I have are nothing much.
I worked my life for nothing left.
As lifting mist I now have left.
I left my spirit in a glass jar.
You may not realise what you've done.
I've been ****** dry I guess you won.
(C)LIVVI

Controlled by a Dream!

Went off with the madman
The madam did go.
In an element of control he came.
Dragged her to his home.
A cave,
Somewhere dark.
Very cold.
Only way in.
The same way out.
He lived in the back of beyond.
He swore love undying.
While her brain he controlled.

They dined on grubs,
while they laid on their rugs.
With the bonus of somebody's discarded hard pizza.
On top of a pair of old itchy cushions.
Grabbed at their tatty grey scratchy blankets.
Edged in navy blue.

Tried to leave the madman in his hiding hole.
He said 'babe you're going nowhere'.
His voice full of control.

Her friends in the hovel of brothel did warn her.
There are nuts in them there hills.
Don't go out alone.
Would she listen,
Not a chance.

So here she found herself.
Dining on mice.
With the madman, who lived in the cave on the hill.
She wanted to leave.
Never will.

As in her food another tablet.
Eat my dear, eat you will.
It's just another sleeping pill.
'For you honey, you will never leave of your own free will'.
Wanted you then.
I want you still.
Escape attempts are truly futile.
No-one around for miles and miles.

Then my phone rang.
Sat up with a jolt.
My escape imminent from the otters damp holt.
From a dream mega.
Relaxed and broke free.
Somewhat relieved.
Wrapped myself in my cover.
Went back to sleep!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sky clears.
Inverted clouds evaporated.
Made into marshmallows.
Ready for eating.
Sweet things they are.

Ministry of burning love.
Clutched softly in a velvet glove.
Words softer in nature.
In silence, contemplating.
The nature and the nurture of the things to do.
To change my being's black to blue.
Blue's not nice.
Be gentler on the crying eyes.

The dog, has turned to Blue indeed.
For she's my greatest friend.
Blue is her name.
Never bites.
Rarely frightening.
Together, we'll go walking.
To assess, the coldest darkest day.
Upon this day of autumn heat.
This day is sweet and bright as cotton candy clouds.

The demons hate the sunlight.
Gone back underground,
For once.

Today, my passion is my pen.
Smiling today but, then I negatively say,
Can it forever be.
I hope I don't choke on my words.
(c)Livvi

Cordant! (Heart Shaped)

What shape is a caring heart,
Is it elliptical, as thin as a fragile egg.
Is it thin and breakable.
Is it round as ball of rubber.
Being bounced from pillar to post.
Or does a heart contain a ghost.
A spirit of love once gone.
Maybe it's square around the edges.
Or it just a box of tricks.

Is it a cuboid, devoid of emotion.
Or a triangle may be it.
With all sides equilateral.
Does Pythagoras control the angles.
Where the angels of true love lay.
Sleeping silently through silent nights.
Until the shape of love is right.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Wheelers.
Dealers.
Back street concealing.
Double dealing.
Number's up by insane gear.
Killed by fear.
See those tears.
Rolling and falling.
Calling and teasing to those who use.
T.v dealers look ever so neat.
Smart suit.
Tidy hair.
Not like the scruffy skanky fella who deals on the street.
(c)LIVVI

The Zombie came to Corrie.
First call Ken's place for a bit of brainy tea.
Later fancied a taste of something more mature.
Emily for supper.
Rita tasted mighty classy.
Tracy fought back.
Tony was a great big lummocks.
Thought he'd join Tracy in her zombie crushingly battle.
Kylie and Eva out on the lash.
Befuddled and pickled as Zombie teeth flash.
Dev fought independently in his corner shop.
Liz and Eileen mighty meaty.
Steve shook in defence of his mother dear.
Audrey,the dresser of hair got stuck in his teeth.
Gail, put up a fight with her tongue, David copped it in the ear, mother dear.
She'd noticed her new bedroom floor erupted.
World's end outside the bistro,
Callum's hanging out,
Looking for Sarah.
She's gone.
He wanted to share her with the others.
A really tasty morsel.
Callum's back.
(c)LIVVI

Living, well it's just a job.
The unpaid task of population.
A pleasant job with unpleasant consequences.
We build and procreate.
Make families.
Who in turn amass and destroy.
The woods, forests and open spaces.
The deepest oceans, the beach fronts.
With litter bugs of little ones.
Flowers gone and trembling bees.
Look at their little trembling knees
What no honey!

In the city streets full of illicit money.
Plenty of money.
Big business men in pinstriped suits.
All believe they're kings of heavy hearts.
Stiletto heels sported by women of big businesses; nobodies business but there own
Flicked into switchblades in areas where cruelty rules,
Profoundly.
Where children are still sleeping amidst remaining flower beds.
The blades on the flick knives are strawberry toned.
The shape of the world honed from simple child development to world amendment.
Each day's just the same.
(c)Livvi

Two of a kind we are,
It is not admitted tho, again,
As if we tumbled backwards,
Back to where we were,
In a complexity of character,
As if it never fitted,
Angels support us as we drift down life's balmy river,
Not balmy, barmy more like,
A pair of lost souls,
Floating on our life support,
Saved by poetry, in whose net we're caught,
A dream became a nightmare....unable to escape,
Only way out poetry, for she saved us both,
The only thing worth having,
The only thing that's left,
She is awesome she is the main event,
Keeps us safe from being wrapped up in a spider's web,
Of gossamer, constructed of red tape,
Finances **** and pillage us.......
With all these financial burdens we're bereft!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Alley ways and alley cats all allies in the darkest nights.
Unsleeping children call to their mother's closest hand.
The alley cats are chorusing, looking for a lover.
Their kittens come their kittens go, in and out their pussycat minds.
The infant in the cradle cries out for mother's love.
A life long attachment borne.
Forever days and never nights, the lights go out the queen cat cries.
Another litter of kittens wanted so that queen cat yowls.
The husband laying in his bed, gets angry as he lays his head, calling cats and screaming kids, prevent the closing of his lids.
The child calls out as only he can, mother moved to sort him out, as only mother can.
(C) LIVVI

Telephones ringing the changes.
Banging hard inside my head.

Who are you bothering me?
Needing peace, please let me be.

Freedom is for dreamers.
Dreaming is for sleeping.

Houses for fashion.
Musing for using.

One night stands.
Final demands.

Bills of rights.
Feisty nights.

Long lost lovers.
Cold to each other.

Holding hands carved of ice.
Coventry won't be so nice.

Know how you're feeling.
Head must be reeling.

Maybe it's numb.
Having a mother, but never a mum.
(c) Livvi

Soldier of peace are you waiting in white.
With a soul that will not surrender.
A lost lonely being.
Not holy just right.
Do you stand brave in the face of adversity.
Fighting the cruelest of worlds.

Would you write for me.
Write with me perchance.
Construct words from crumbled dust.
Build a jigsaw.
More if you could.
Paint an image in words.
Acrylic or oils.
Sculpt me a statue.
Grand in wood.

Pen me a lyrical love song.
Compose me a honey ballad.
Without a bee to sting.
Rock my world with power loud.
Serenade me with guitar acoustic.
Send me up on a shooting star.
I'll do the same for you.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The pleasure's all mine she squeaked through a smile.
Her bright red lips encircled his kiss for a while.
She blushed right down to roots of her hair.
Her wonderful lover had noticed her there.
He opened the car door and ushered her in.
For such a long time he'd got under her skin.
And now this was her moment.
Their special moment.
The gorgeous fellow.
He too was smitten.
He was a tom cat.
And she was his kitten.
Miaow !
(C) LIVVI

CRASHING

Sadly,
a natural crash,
a plane falls,
rather than a war zone,
something to do with stormy weather.

These are strange times,
civilian planes shot down by clueless warriors,
visionaries that cannot see.

Then there's the one that got away,
God only knows where it was flown,
entirely out of radar zone.

Puts me off flying,
for today and tomorrow,
currently,
there are too many dying.
(C) Livvi

Like some crazy diamond,
My carbon's only coal,
Stuck in darkness forest,
This pretty little soul,

Lustre's lost, so much lacking,
Only gravity sets my feet safely on the ground,
Start becoming lost again,
Then I find I'm found,

Feelings fixed with nylon thread,
Melting, stuck inside my head,
With velvet tongue,
He spoke,

My heart he kissed with tender words,
They dripped right from his tongue,
He blows away the darkness,
He turns it into sun.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Hermits' hid in velvet shoes.
Nervy creature.
Out of sight and far from mind.
Nibbling buttercups and daisies.
Making chains around his neck.
He would if he could.

He lives on the hill in a crooked house.
A little bit rickety.
Just like his knees.
Ankles not much better.
His teeth are extended.

Walks up the path in a grubby old sweater.
Patches of mange.
A sweater made of holes.
A path made of crumbled stones and broken rocks.
They flick in his shoes and get stuck in his socks.
Well they hurt his feet.
This rabbit's foot's  not lucky.
Doesn't like people much.
Homeward bound.
Heads to the hutch.

Has pet rabbits,
A family of.
He adores them.
Soft and fluffy.
He opens the hutch.
Piled up leaves of dandelion.
Hops in and snuggles up with his wife.

His boy came down the garden.
Put in the food and water.
Picked up my  one of my kittens,
He's stroking my daughter.
He's the only human, kind.
He doesn't like people generally.
No time for them at all.
(c)Livvi

He's flitting tonight.
Changed my sight.
Tiny moth buzzes round electric light.
My dog, she knows where ever he goes.
She's sensing him with her eyes and her nose
The light goes out.
It's  time for bed.
Will he be visiting my light again tomorrow?
Maybe he'll be dead.
They don't live long you know.
Goodbye little moth.
To sleep I go.
(c)Livvi

I am creeping in dark corners, in the recess of your mind.
My feelings are all changing as I am becoming blind.
My mornings all lost their vigour and at night times I awake.
I'm propping up tombstones outside the garden gate.
While watching life fly past.
Dashing past rapidly on roller skates.
I'm having such a blast.
I'm cold, lacking emotion.
I have no pity, as I wear my drip tray dribble bib.
For I am ageing and I'm chasing you.
(c) Livvi

A feeling of fear engulfs the world, as the clash of the titans builds.
Who knows what's going on, while these supermen clash.
What is to be done?
The parental solution of nations as punishment for stroppy children,is taking all their toys away, with-holding their allowance.
Vlad, turned on his heels, as he poked out his tongue, at the powers that be.
Cameron,  acted like his usual snotty ****, hiding under posh boys hat,oh my God what a prat.
Obama thinks he's got it right, ready up and raring for a fight, a stallion whose got the bit between his teeth.
A situation of ridicule, based upon controlling fools.
What fear hides behind the spoken word on the world of  dashing Crimea?
(C) LIVVI

Romance once lived in a tragic heart.
Released.
Now she dances.
Only through the catacombs of ancient Rome.
Where Latin lovers once lived.

Love is a larceny.
A tragic crime in time.
Sent to prison.
For crimes not committed by woman.
Nor man.
Insulted by emotions.

Playing games of idiocy.
In idiosyncratic ways.
Left awarded only agony.
Prize for suffering such pain.
Pain not caused by self.
Self trapped.
With eyes wide shut.

Unseeing eyes.
Hiding secrets.
Broken.
Away from the world.
Don't want to love again.

One more love would be a wonder.
Seared by pain.
Won't love again.
Scared to love again and lose.
Unjustly executed.
Believes emotion's dead!




By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Death stands on the corner, picking pockets of the passers by.
Looking for discard sweets and transport tickets.
He's hungry.
Not collections.
He hasn't had a sweet for years.
He pinches a toffee encased in a cellophane wrapper.
You may just see him standing there, sickle leaned against the goth shop wall.
He is a bit cheesed off.
Begging for help.
Unwrapping it impossible.
Bony metacarpals no use.
All he can do when he opens it, is ****.
The shop staff, all willing to help.
A little scared of death himself.
Looked into his hollow sockets.
Oh F**K
The goths loved death and so it was done.
Death had a toffee,
His wish was won!
(c) LIVVI

In an endless field of good intent.
Filled with tragic muddied puddles.
Ram was lost.
Love was found.
Mislaid in poetry.
Wires crossed.

Love,
Truth,
Trust
Respect.
The sworn mantra.
Carried sword of deep regret.

Crucifixion not intended.
Honesty a greater fix.
Spoken words relieved.
Revealed in written peace.

Had the words been spoken.
Way back down the path.
Nothing cruel would happen.
Could still of had our laugh.

Private words betwixt the two.
Could have been much clearer.
Would not have come to cruelty.
Never out to cause pain.
Wash it out with springtime's rain.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Vicious words are weapons designed to compel the weakest sweetest hearts,
To destroy with tips of honed steel,
Sharp as a wicked raw tongue,
To bite deep into the hardest bone,
To **** the zest from gentle hearts,
Corrupting evil minds with sharpness,
Vicious are the non thought out utterances,
Soul shredding,
Destroying all but the hardest hearts,
Glass hearts shatter, nylon hearts melt, sand hearts crumble,
Pure hearts die too soon!

By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The bushes are blushing Blackberry.
Means one thing for sure.
Summer's nearly over.
Autumnal colours are scratching at the door.
Ready for a bramble crumble.
Apples for cooking,
Crumble mix.
Summer is going.
Can we call it back again.
As seasons flick from change to change.
Shocking, they're turning round again.
Muggy like a criminal, laying on your chest.
Choking, holding back from moving on.
Autumn coming, summer's gone.
Sullen clouds, of black and white.
Salt and pepper sunlight.
Grey at times, then shiny white.
August the first.
Cloud burst.
Once again it's flaming hot.
(c) Livvi

I have memories,
nothing more than memories,
of the time you held my hand so tight in yours,
at times you crushed my hand so tight the pain seared,
my hand was your support mechanism,
at your darkest frightened moments,
my fingers are numb,
as is my heart,
my heart more so,
my digits are chilled,
so please don't hold my hand again,
unless you are one of my patients in need of clinical support,
If I wasn't breathing and crying,
I could almost profess to being dead.
I am a professor of truth,
a professor of the abstract mind,
the mind of non-committal dreams.
As he cried and he cried,
I don't want you to go,
but I did,
And how I loved you!
(C) Livvi

Standing in smoky shadows.
The creature lurks.
It's name is worry.
Laced with fury.

Morning mists descend.
Becoming mind concealing fog.
Pain in fingers, burning icy pain.
With breath so much warmer than the air,
Which it surrounds.
Engulfing the faces of all things around.

Lost in the gloomy shadows so dense.
As haar raises over the sea on the coast.
Waiting to snare a victim.
Too lose a being in a villainous crime.
Only crime is depression.
Leads to death in sorrow.
Depression catches and snatches.
Stealing all tomorrows.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Crux Ansata.(Ankh)

Fruitful union.
A gift from the Gods from days long gone.
The days of Greece and Egypt.
From past a Present,
For eternal life of love was given.
Belt buckle of Isis.
A symbol of stability.
Bidding given of true love.
Amulet charming,
Magical magnetism.
Giving strength and health.
Eternal love,
Eternal life.
Never to be eternal wife.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Distressed distant skies fall.
They are heavy.
So heavy.
The clouds painted on the sky are loaded with bugs.
Bugs and beastly creatures.
Crucified skies bringer of Ebola, carried within the human body fluid rain.
(C) Livvi

Grow old with her til the sun dies.
Til the flowers cry.
Until the bees buzz off, forever.
Until the petals of daisies fall.

Until he dies.
When his heart is drained.
Only then.
She will fall again.

As Icarus.
She cruised the sun.
Only for a moment pure.
Love so enduring.

With fingers burned not wings.
Such an impact.
True love collided with herself.
Grow old with her forever more.

Another place.
Another time.
Love grew and died too soon.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

She is the lamb of the earth.
The lovely launch of Sunday's lunch.
She is born amid the snow drops.
Just alive to die.
Her mother, ewe don't know her.
So wrapped in fleece of silver grey stained with mud and winters rain.
Fed and played and played again, to bring more lambs to face the springtime rain.
(c) Livvi

She lived too close to the wire
she cut herself.

(c) Livvi

Is life just one long sick practical joke.
Angels seek the living.
Just to choke them with their holy smoke.
Get born.
Be reliant.
In growth so defiant.

Marriage is an institution.
Leads to mental institutions.
When as parent strict.
Raise them with rods of iron.
Or maybe kid gloves.
But abuse them not.

Financially amuse them!
You work to chuck them all your dosh.
As if you always have enough.
Then when your money.
That you earned.
You have the audacity to spend.
They make you feel floods of guilt.
You feel like you're not their friend.
In a lifetime game of let's pretend.

Start to ache as you grow old.
Besmirch your comments as you write.
Believing youth.
Gives them the right.
To laugh at she of poetry.
Who once bounced them upon her knee.
Now decried for gifted brains.
Jotted in eccentricity.

And then how dare she.
She goes and dies.
Oh well, save your tears.
As no-one cries!~
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Daddy, I want a puppy she said.
Eyes sparkled as wild diamonds.
Daddy obeyed precious daughters wishes.
Bought a her dog and gave her kisses.
Once he was an adorable puppy, with sloppy tongue and burst of nature.
Then poor sloppy, soppy puppy changed.
Well he didn't if  only you knew, his only offence was that he grew.
Suddenly wasn't a cuddly pup anymore.
Shoved alone in the garden.
He ate too much and bought with him  bills, needed walking over the hills.
Daddy was tired, and daughter grew too.
Daughter left home the lonely once puppy feels blue.
(C) Livvi

Don't crash and burn.
Just live and learn.
Share and care.
Be there.
But, be aware.
****** fueled fired chances for loving romances.
May kisses be gentle, tender and sweet.
The lady of flowers may fall at your feet.
Lick your toes.
Tickle your nose.
See where it goes.
Oh well,
could be swell.
(C) LIVVI

Daisy Chain

As summer daisies locked in chains, inexplicably joined.
In an inevitable twist of fate.
The other daisies may wither and die.
Not you and I.
Coherent in an understanding.
In a murky world we dwell.
In a vague vacancy.
Such comprehension.
It is decreed.
That as summer fades, we will not die.
Chill of winter.
Will worry us not.
We shall be pressed together.
Wedged between the pages in an antiquated book.
In a love to withstand the touch of time.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

******!

You make me feel empty.
You make me feel full.
Like an old trash can.
I feel like a fool.
A ****** stupid fool.

A fool for love.
Sucker I am,
Not a leech though,
I'll be ******.

I'm stuck upon the rail road track.
Waiting for the next train home.
In desolation's drift.
The snow is building up.
Frozen out in summer time.
****** if I do.

****** if I don't
Dear God I'm truly miffed.
I'm not a million miles away.
In my heart I am.
Told you in the last verse.
I guess I have been ******
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Dancing

Dancing with legendary devil,
Friday afternoon,
Only on Friday,
Thursday,
Ran along too soon,
All consuming,
Tension relief,
Captures all remaining grief!
Strips me bare without a care,
Peace together in piece,
Sorts everything,
Tries to make it right!
As strutting fellow pranced,
In rays of sunlight draped,
Protected,
You and I in one,
Our Pas De Deux delight,
Whirls on,
In panoramas bright,
Found myself in cupid's light,
A scope of vision unexpected!
Enthroned as poets lady wise,
Bathing in his darkness!
Encountering my white!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

You are an insult.
Insulting intelligence.
Ridiculing life itself.
An excuse.
Example of intrigue.
Enigmatic monkey puzzle.
Appearance of a mighty tree.

A coiled spring waiting for summer.
Christmas walking forwards towards the end of year.
Afraid of tomorrow, despite it never coming.
Sunshine beats at lunchtime, covering a chill.
A chill that cowers quietly,behind the bedroom door.
Arrows flying everywhere.
Yet no one knows the score.
(c)LIVVI