"diversionary" poems
Long time alone,
Hell's not happy,
A therapy of diversionary tranquility,
Smokey windows cleansed,
By saturated sponges,
Drenched with negativity,
Rinsed out ,
Sponges washed with positivism,
In rose water rich,
Seeking a silken purse,
Created from dreamer's ears,
Light arises out of darkness,
Alabaster angel,
In cotton dress,
Sprayed with purple haze,
Be amazed,
No longer lost!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
~*~Words seem so innocuous
when viewed in dictionaries.
Simple nouns, verbs and adjectives
when used convolutionary.
Wounds a soul with barbs intended
in comments diversionary.~*~
**meaning:
Words can be so tame when
seen individually.
Yet string those words together
twisted their intended meanings.
Hidden agendas.
They can wound another when
those words are placed with in
a comment meant to steer others away
from the barb meant for one.
Jan 4, 2011
Jan 4, 2011 at 7:55 AM UTC
~*~Words seem so innocuous
when viewed in dictionaries.
Simple nouns, verbs and adjectives
when used convolutionary.
Wounds a soul with barbs intended
in comments diversionary.~*~
**meaning:
Words can be so tame when
seen individually.
Yet string those words together
twisted their intended meanings.
Hidden agendas.
They can wound another when
those words are placed with in
a comment meant to steer others away
from the barb meant for one.
Jan 4, 2011
Jan 4, 2011 at 7:58 AM UTC
In dreams, I live thinking of you as I leave my deep sleep, wonderful REM sleep, nearly awake,
Deep as glory chasm, pleasure filled and sumptuous, wonderful image of lovely,lush candy coloured clouds,
Aw shucks,
Oooh, put away those rose-tinted specs again, just phantoms at play,
Stupid ****** woman, she's one hell of a woman ,are or at least, so I was told !
Witches and ******* woman all on the take, make of that sad suggestion, whatever you like,
Those flamin' heart strings are elastic, as lycra spring loaded, ****** drastic,
Oh here we go, up and down, roller coaster of love's essence captured me again!
Bang, deck hit, oh s**t!
In dreams I'm laying curled up as vulnerable, miniscule, lost innocent, sweet soul at rest,
Convincing you that belonging is supreme in being rather than being lost in diversionary excuses of self inflicted
solitude!
Virtual madness, in fantasy!
Tortured by long gone spirits morose, whose purpose is torture, sad souls, destroying the world of belief in life,
is for the living,
In dreams, what will you find, perchance, me haunting recesses deep in your head,
Guess, that's the only way I can share your bed!
Copyright Livvi 07/04/2013.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
Still
As ever
Your love is the goal
Of my endeavors,
I often wonder why I work so hard,
When you already love me more
Than my silly heart can stand.
But, still,
As ever,
I endeavor for your love.
If you look down deep enough
Beneath the blood and diversionary fluff,
All any of us here wants
Is a little love,
From someone as special as you.
The things that you do...
They help me get through.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 8:08 AM UTC
TOMORROW
It is to be the first Friday of Ramadan,
no particular creed,
not Muslim or Jewish,
in particular,
all seem to take the blame,
so much ******
diversionary tactics,
kidnap and ****** lust,
take not the children,
take not another,
I'm sure in all religions,
the prophets,
the Gods and idols,
declare thou shalt not ****
unless of course you fancy Jihad,
humanity, well veered from the path,
for Heavens sake,
it's got so lost.
There are angels and demons,
deities and things to be,
and things to come,
but are they done?
Love your brothers,
love your sisters,
There is too much to lose,
We are human,
we should dig into our hearts,
to find compassion,
and you wonder why,
I don't do organised religion,
I'm sure you do,
they say all's fair in love and war,
I care not what religion you follow,
nor in whose name,
I care for all my fellow men,
in equal measures!
(C) Livvi
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
A lived in land.
Where things are changed and rearranged.
Where the papers portents for tomorrows news.
In account of them,the magnificent commoners and all that they choose.
This lived in land.
An experience of worlds and making merriment
Full of memory triggers, where everyone sniggers,
discussing the times that are gone.
Existed in the land of experience a mirror.
It's broken now.
A million broken shards of heart.
They're shattered all around the flowers.
So how does your garden grow?
Perfection?
Not mine.
A recollection of flowers.
Battling springtime showers.
You hope they won't be washed away.
The memories,
The transgressions,
The diversionary tactics, from the path you once trod.
The one from which you stumbled blinded.
You stupid sod.
Piles of sods as the mound grew.
Blinded by the hair in your eye.
The winds somehow chewing your cheeks.
The self you acquired, caught hold of today.
(C) Livvi
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
Can you hear it behind the closed doors
can you hear them sweeping the streets
it's curfew time, keep your head down
or you will hear that familiar sound, "Get down on the ground"
Look at it on both sides
keep down and get into their minds
let them know
you are not for the taking
Stay cool, let me act like a fool
it's a diversionary tactic
get down off your feet
they are sweeping the streets
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
The itching under his eva suit now had reached the point of agonizing and suddenly began its slow ascent to unbearable levels. Even his sweat which now continued running down his body profusely in constant streams of torment, felt almost alien to him. It was like a foreign force which was now besieged his sanity. He bit his lip tightly as a diversionary tactic. He twinged with fear that his front teeth would break the skin and draw blood. Desperately trying to calm himself he took his first nervous steps forward while staring hypnotically into Space's endlessness, just beyond the ships view port. Deep loneliness was his muse as he looked out along the infinite boarders of the galaxy. "Alone," he thought, "Alone, like the singularity of a supermassive black hole in which no light could escape. He tried desperately to breath, but to his dismay the oxygen from his fatigued lungs grew stubborn and would only emerge from his lips in labored gasps. Outside millions of miniature ***** of plasma flared ferociously in their own gravity along his line of sight. These stars seemed to sparkle vibrantly as if performing a sort of celestial dance for him. The light they emitted swirled and shined as if aware of his presence, leaving him with a haunting impression that he was the only one who bare witness to their majesty.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC