In silence we sit.
Staring into each others eyes.
Piercing as rapiers.
Straight through to the other side.
Silently thinking inside our mothball filled heads.
Striking each other, with mental intuition Womanly wiles, coiled as snakes,
Swollen before shedding their skin.
Assassins in silence, diligently plotting next moves.
Coils of passion.
Stilettos fashion.
And you,
You waded into the waters of my mind wearing your bright yellow wellies and little else.
I laughed so much I almost cried.
One argument dispelled.
(c) Livvi

***-po said the funny sun, as it hid behind the tree.
Kerb stones took the mickey, they said they needed cleaning.
Patio so pretentious dared, dared to be dream of being used.
Awaiting very desperately, the bringing of the springtime sun.
Well, they've had a **** good scrub.
Garden was in so much pain, drowning in this flaming rain.
The sun has got it jacket on, no water to extinguish it and take its smile away.
****** weather!
(C) LIVVI

Pray tell, what is this thing called blessed love?
Is it a gift to be cosseted in bright red felt?
A gift to be given from powers above?
Skin all wrapped in floral pelt,
Can we all find it ******* with a smile?
Between us n'er  let love drive a rift,
Only once in a beautiful while,
A present, a total gift,
Giving true pleasure,
Carried upon a waft of joy,
Love given at leisure,
For a beautiful woman, from an angelic boy,
As the tears created, caused their own puddle
Love got lost, she's all in a muddle,

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

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For I must go and wash my floor.
Ignore the phone.
Don't hear the the door.

Wipe away.
Yesterday's greasy dirge.
Mopped up in a tick.
Purge memories.
Of yesterday spilled.

Wash **** away in an instant.
The ***** washing up in the sink.
It made me halt.
Stop dead in my tracks and think.
And think again.

What 's the purpose of being here.
For the sake of those I hold so dear.
A cleaner and a bottle washer.
Not a cook,
So I shan't bother.
Eating out.
Modern thing to do.

So at lunchtime I shall go to the pub.
To have a roast dinner.
Such super grub.
Super grub with no bugs to bear.
I'm not washing up.
So I don't care!



By ladylivvi1

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Sunday came,
She's leaving fast,
My days off nearly done,
For tomorrow my quill will rest a tad,
Until the evening comes,
Spent good moments writing,
Through the moments that I had,

In the morning after dawn breaks,
When work she calls me loudly,
The alarm shouts up,
Rudely in annoyance,
While waiting for my own obedience,
Off I dash again,
Virtually I sit and write,
Praying for refreshing rain,

I am dreading it,
For no doubt,
I shall sit and swelter,
Through this heatwave,
Such a belter,
I shall try to hide away,
While working through this hell fired day!
No chance of that I can't escape,
There is nowhere to hide,

I will be there with my sweet, sweet smile,
Despite the fact this heat is vile,
I will survive and soldier on until this awful,
Sunshine's heat is gone!
Great while lounging on the bed,
Otherwise this stifling heat,
Is making me feel dead!

By ladylivvi1
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Her silhouette  danced in the doorways of time.
Alluring him, besotted with his wistful ways.
She played tennis with his passion, as it flew around the room.
Hollow bangs hit decibels, she caused a sonic boom.
He crept into her darkened room and touched her back inside.
The witch woman of magic grabbed him, and on her broomstick together they did fly away.
She was ripened for his kisses, they were twice as nice.
Several days of ripening , ready to be her sacrifice.
(c) Livvi

Mary and Jo left home.
Moved away from the sea.
The sea of Galilee that was my mistake.
Is in fact a mega lake.

Fired up their fearsome machine.
Heigh **, wheels on fire.

Rode to Bethlehem, that day.
Not one room to be found.
He installed his lady in the barn.
Joseph he fancied a pint of something, so dear.
A pint of special brew, I fear.
Fiancee laboured merrily,
Ding ****, my my, you can hear her language fly.

Jo wanders in late.
In a mighty state.
Saw an angel lingering on high.
Thought to himself, ** ** **.
What was in that mighty beer?

Strolled into the back room where Mary, the missus,
Had delivered to him his son,
The son of God.
He never thought he was that important.
(C) Livvi

Look at love.
All it brings.
Through a double sided mirror.
Browse reflections of what could have been.
A dithyramb of doubt.
Without a choir of untamed angels.
Bowing down in synchronicity.

Image diverted through the soul of the bearer.
Donation from the wearer of mortal pain.
Sword in hands .
Soul is sliced by angels' touch.
A promise of melting from the ***.
Enticed by he who seeks advice.
Given freedom at hissed request.
The hiss is there the snake is not.

No dealings with badness.
Divest of garments.
Which cover the whole soul.
Petrified as driftwood.
Jetsam.
Discarded on the lonely shore.
Incontestable love.
Incurious woman.
Blithe spirit.
In solo party.
Witch waits in the wings.
Blessed in serenity till war is over!
By ladylivvi1

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Who judges sobriety.
The sober and sane.
Who is it that deems lunacy.
The one who doesn't comprehend.
Who is that screams insanity.
The one who believes he possesses humanity.
Who preys on innocence.
The manipulator.
Who feeds fire.
The oxygen supply,
And life itself.

Who gives love.
The one who wants.
Who dines on emotion.
The one who is hungered.
Who ****** conscience.
The problem that needled.
Who matters.
The reader and man's perception

Who cares.
The nobody cares.
Who prays for forgiveness in the darkest of days.
The one who so seeks absolution.
Who receives love.
The one who warrants it.

Who wants loving.
The everyone does.
Who needs another.
Be it as friend, sister or lover.
Who sits on high, surveying.
The condescending one, that looks down their nose.
Who is the shark with a bite of cold steel.
The dealer of death's darkened cards.

Who is the dream that lurks in the fog.
Love is the dream that lurks in the smog.
Who are the ones that you left behind.
You know not who until you are dead.
Who are the ones who play with your mind.

Seek and you shall find.
Are you the one,
The one everyone wants.
You are lost in a blizzard.

You are the one.
The spirit of the lonely age.
You are the one that spits fire enraged.
By ladylivvi1

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Paper friend.
You flew away on the breeze.
Once that scribe, wrote loving words.
Deep into flaking bark.
Bark stripped off in preparation.
For serious pulping.

For silent he became.
Once was awesome.
When on the grass, we laid and held.
Where, so tenderly curled in luxury.
Needing nothing, no other than the other one.
Beneath primeval oak.
As a pair of skylarks, we played in the park.
Spirits of trees, dissected and pulped.
Re-modelled, created as love letters.
Perhaps, maybe a book.
Or maybe made a plane of paper, just so you could fly away.

By ladylivvi1
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Off to the shop at the top of the road, to spend a lot of money, that I know I ain't got.
Need to get myself some sweeties,  provide me with a toothless grin.
Can't think what else I need to buy, maybe just,  maybe a little slice of humble pie.

Night fell silent.
The sky illuminated by a star of glory.
Showing the world which way to go.
A present for the future.
Child of honesty truth and love.
Laid blessed.
Silent.
In a tinsel covered sparkly cradle.

Started their trek to Bethlehem.
Found themselves in turkey.
Those wise men.
Well they were made of sage.
And onion.

'Fraid the lovely Mary.
In this modern version.
Was not quite a ******.
In the Christian way.
The Christmas story the ******.
Mary stood in an intact state of glory.
Proud of her gift to the world.

Honest Jo, was honest always.
Presents stashed below the tree.
The shepherds had their sheep dogs.
By hook or by crook.
They have their place of joy.
Within the Christian holy book.

Now,
Santa Claus,he gets a mention.
The mother of all fairy tales.
A jolly ** ** ** invention.
The only bells ringing out.
Are the peals of checkout beeps.
While.
The children of once modern day virgins do weep.
For the cost of living life nowadays.
Is oh so very steep.

Stand beside the story teller.
Carol,
She sung out of tune.
Underneath the Christmas moon.




By ladylivvi1

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Precious flower budded.
Pastel pink, with scarlet skirt.
Sat almost in an acorn cup.
Shut tight.
Dressed in waxy coat.
Shrugging off the raindrops, as they splash back.
Exploding from the pool of slush.
Once known as the garden.
Locked up inside new life.
She opens gradually.
Face looking for the springtime sun.
Seeking novel inspiration.
To cheer in new seasons.
Reflective in restoration.

A subtle buzz.
Hums it's own tune.
His pollen sacks bear no heaviness.
He can't bear it.
Look closely.
You can maybe see his tears.
Perhaps he'll starve.
Maybe his hive can't thrive.
Flowers may be once again be kissable.
When winters rain has died.
(C) Livvi 2014

A kiss hits the lips,
As cotton wool cannon ball,
Full power,
Dusting of icing sugar flies in my eyes,
Blinded by sweetness,
Cos love never dies!

Love may become blinded,
Or lost in a mist,
Keep on practising,
You'll soon get the gist,
Believe can evade her,
Never you can,
Because woman is woman,
And you're fickle man,

Not in generalisation,
Love lives in this nation,
She believes like I,
In world *******!

Without love,
There's nothing left!
By ladylivvi1

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Started out beautiful a perfect female form.
He moulded her between his hands.
A figure to die for.
Apparently a perfect 69.
The months went by,
His honey flowered.
Bloomed in front of his love filled eyes.
Her belly bulged as if a whale.
Her lover watched her changing shape emerge.
Lover got frightened, so set sail.
The months they flew by, the baby born.
The infant bought a brand new dawn.
Nice to have a happy ending,
This is Miss Livvi's  rather silly fairy tale.
(C) LIVVI

In sparkles and butterflies she's coming to grace the stage,
it's said,
astonished to be made aware,
the stage at Glastonbury 2014,
is to share,
Dolly Parton and her bits,
diamante maybe dressing her ****,
the queen of country,
along with Debbie Harry,
what a strange combination,
let us all pray,
that Glastonbury doesn't drown this year,
I fear perhaps it will!
(C) Livvi

Transit camps that look like concentration camps.
Fenced in as cattle.
No gas chambers to be seen, no gas fires either.
The people get colder.
Younger and older.
They're full of lost and lonely souls.
Women, and children.
All the same goal.
From a home that's unstable, to a missing table.
Complete with Gingham table cloths, brilliant white with squares on.
The message is nobody cares on our planet.
The windows are catching the glint of the light.
The windows hang open, all day and all night.
They're nowhere in sight.
The windows that is.
No windows, no doors, just fences.
Not often daytime.
More often night.
This Skid Row is full of children that cry.
Some of whom die.
Too many in fact.
Some born in transit.
Too many are stuck.
The world turns it's face away.
To the displaced just another day.
(c)Livvi

A voice in the morning niggles at my head.
Not the voice of schizophrenia.
A real voice indeed.
Before I fall I think of you.
And when I wake I do so too.
It’s all very weird.
To me endeared.
Let’s pretend we’re not friends.
I wonder.
The stars lace the sky in diamond rings.
Let’s see what tomorrow brings.
For me, it’s work.
With its trials and tribulations.
Just puts some pennies in my pocket.
I am a realist for now.
Believe not in love.
She’s a holy cow.
Always let her rip me to pieces, don’t know how!
(c) Livvi 2014

By darkness mid sweet night.
Blurred dreams in royal blue.
In placated sense of self delight.
A heart of gold was stole from you.
Captured in true reality.
This dream no more doth hover.
The wailing of the banshee.
Who once was trusted lover.
Thy man from sleep.
Who flowers brings.
Will surely weep.
When promises of wedding rings.
Through vacant eyes thee waits to see.
If truly darling thou wants me.

By ladylivvi1

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Released!

Broken free from demon's grip,
Hell's embers burned unholy feet,
Queen of darkness entered easy,
She was such cute fool,
Tripping was his treat,
Not sweet!

Archetypal archangel came and snatched her,
Before she was in too deep,
Angel wiped her tears away,
As she began to weep,
He truly knew the right path,
When he edged her keenly on,

A mortal soul her own she  knew,
Touches kindness satisfied,
Her ****** heart,
Her ****** soul,
Hauled along in tow,

This phoenix,
She is rising,
True in life's supremacy,
Subversive in it's summary,
That she will reveal me!

Copywrite Livvi Kent 26/05/2013

Why wear a band of gold,
Which signals entrapment,
Had one once before,
Weighed a ton around my neck,
Metaphorically of course,
It's hold was one so powerful weighed me down,
Took my breath away.

Not been dazzled by diamonds and rubies,
Not even blown by pearls,
I seek no earthly riches,
Like many other girls,
Sooner, have a lover I can cherish and adore,
Where we can be together as one,
Living apart for ever more,

In solace of a silver ring upon my finger placed,
Much more significance,
I feel.......,as an honest caring lady,
I am the real deal.

(Oh My Goodness, I don't half write some *******! In one of those moods ! ***)
By ladylivvi1

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Living on the road of empty hearts and broken homes.
Got married with a curtain ring.
Ten years ago last Wednesday.
The bride wore royal blue, fashionable thing to do.
She crawled along in heels so high.
Snotty nose sniffing the sky.
Child one came along, I think she said his name was John.
Hated school had no friends.
Hated everyone.
Not her only son.
There after came a daughter,
A pretty gal they named Sapphire.
A gem of a name for a shabby chick.
Soon weighed down with a band of cold.
Got married to a Mormon, who thought he was a merman.
Believed together the two of them had some kind of future.
Played at architecture building castles in the sky.
And playing on the for sure (foreshore) beside the sea of obsolete dreams.
Delivered to the two of them a childish whim.
A child who grew and developed an addiction to sin.
He loved tea and coffee,wine, women and song.
From the broken home he was gone.
The sky castles evaporated,
Family dreams disintegrated.
Dissolution of dreams.
Welcome to austerity.
(c) Livvi

Fiddling with filing, as she stood by the cabinet.
Smiled discreetly, as both their eyes they met.
He undressed her with his eyes.
While she fiddled with his flies.
Grabbing hard at true perfection.
Knowing,  now there's no rejection.
Fking perfection.

Her lips, they smacked him fiercely.
****** spontaneity.
He responded with passion.
At work, of course, never in fashion.
He slammed shut the door.
As they rolled on the floor.
Hell, he responded.
For he had absconded.
Escaped today's parliamentary debate.

The honourable member of the house.
Fked his secretary.
Never his spouse.
In a rash moment, she wriggled and jiggled attached to the end of his powerful finger.
Waiting expectantly, for manhood to enter.
She did it for free, cos no-one would rent her!
The rolled about on the solid oak floor.
Bumping and ******* with wonderful wails.
Those footsteps came banging  down the hall.
As secretary # two came to call.
She listened to screams of positive pleasure.
Turned her on buckets.
She didn't knock.
Peeped through the keyhole watching his ****.
Wanted to play too.
She really did.
Didn't dare knock.
So she listened some more, for a moment or two.
Thought of his ****.
Then she wandered into the loo.
Gave herself an ******.
Like no other, better than a real lover!
Never played at work before.
The parliamentary freaking *****!
She wriggled and jigged while she fiddled, did she get very wet?
You bet!
(c) Livvi

An echo of the gentle voice of yesterday.
Becomes subtle as a sledgehammer.
Tomorrow smashes the sound barrier as it shatters the clouds of disillusionment.

Last week trapped in cerumen,
Within the sticky ears.
Wax but not candle or bees.
Vibrations ensconced in pretty head.
Voices of the now long dead.

Speech sometimes impediment when the words all come out wrong.
Sweet voices not always the song of birds.
When the voice who needs to speak.
To preach out loud to those unheard.


By ladylivvi1

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Through the Truffle Umptty trees, cute truffleumps run free.
The smallest local children come along to see, if they can glimpse the truffleumps , go swinging through the truffle trees.
The Truffleumps eat donuts.
They love them so, you see.
The man in the bakery shop.
He makes quite a few.
Some are pink and others blue.
Sometimes, he does green ones.
Other times they're red.
He serves them up with ice cream that is really, really cold.
The baker gets his bassoon out, to tell the truffleumps.
Their donut tea is done.
He hangs them on the Truffleumpty trees.
He doesn't hang them high.
As everybody knows, that truffleumps can't fly.
It's great to capture fresh donuts, as soon as they've been hung.
They're always tasty tea time treats.
Before they go to bed
Everyday at five o clock.
The Trufflelumps get down from their trees.
Waiting for the donuts, which soon will be their tea
They carry wicker baskets, to take their tea away.
Their trufflemummies watch them, as they go collect their tea.
As all good mummies know, it's not safe climbing trees, even if they're bouncing through the branches of their favourite wood.
Happily hunting donuts in the Truffle Umptty trees is really very good.
(c)LIVVI

Doom empowers,
From darkness finding strength,
Deaths realms look so inviting,
Skips along the chasm edge,
Recklessly, maybe going to fall,
Voices from the molten core cry out,
Edging life's end towards the edge,
For a sheer stroke of thrill,
Ultimate goal to ****,
Perhaps a fall into oblivion,
Can only be obsessed,
Maybe just depressed,
The chasm voices fallen silent,
All can hear the wind,
Calling corrupt,
Tempts innocence to fly awry,
For a shot of reckless fun!


By ladylivvi1

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Midnight laced the sky's blue moon.
The lights in the castle shone out loud.
The lady of the house be gone.
Wrapped in cloak of night sky blue.
The verdant field met late night's lights.
With nearly morning breeze.

Then there came the turbulence.
A hurricane.
Over the drawbridge.
feeling the force.
Weather beaten and worn.
The oak door screams back.
It's fighting against its hinges.
She's led into the parlour.
Taken by the hand of her faithful lord.
The lonely lord of live alone.
A silent servant sleeps downstairs,
Privately hidden in the cellar under the house.

A tray of nuts and garlic butter mushroom nibbles presented.
Delivered with a scrumptious glass of warming scarlet wine.
Any port in a storm.
He had collected them that morn,just before the break of dawn.
Oh that the darkest time of day.
The mushrooms he'd collected.
Were very very wrong.
The housemaid entered the drawing room.
Quiet as a house mouse.
She couldn't wake them up.
Didn't dare.
They were sleeping silently, within death's cold embrace.
She paid but no attention, as she stoked the angry fireplace.
(c) Livvi

In a house full of silence, a cavern of whistling sand, a repetition of sonic echoes.
Running through the shiny conch shell of the sleeping eardrums.
A timpani of tinnitus, an obstacle to rest.
Insert a set of headphones, just to help you sleep.
May drown out the pure white noise, as voiceless silence so annoys.
(c) LIVVI

Got in from work,
Boss had a nag,
Had to do some extra work,
My goodness,
I'm flaming a ****,
Should have done it months ago,
Now I've gone beserk!
Started it at seven,
Now gone half eleven,
Should have finished it by now,
Left it much too long,
I'm such a silly cow!
Will do some again in the morrow,
Lots more grief,
Loads more sorrow,
But despite it all,
Poetry still comes to call,
Goodnight ,
For work tomorrow,
Much love to one and all !

By ladylivvi1

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Why my darling didst thou lie?
Encased in arms of another maiden?
Was she prettier than me?
Eloquent in speech and mind?
Wealthier than all the world?
Did she purchase diamonds for you?
Give you pearls?
Was she clingy?
Could you breathe?
Were you pleased with your encounter?
As you swum with sharks.
Wandered with whales.
Why did you try to steal coral for me?
Surely,you knew that the gifts living deep in the sea aren't there for you, to steal for me.
Your buddies dived in to track you down.
Snared by the octopus, in whose arms thou didst drown.
Her beautiful coral, most wonderful crown.
Belongs to her, not you or me.
Deep in the realms of under the sea.
(c)LIVVI

Oh hell,
A firework hit the moon.
That means the tides are *******.
You kissed my soul with a purple balloon.
And so you ******* the alien.
Then the sun rose on eastern shores.
Surely not!
And the planet's corrupted by phoney power play.
Checkers and draughtsman.
Children sand huntsmen.
Spiders that play games taunting lizards.
In red hot desserts, where vulture soar.
Past the moon what got hit.
The tide's inverted and the gooneys play on pebble dashed beach.
Dreams imploded.
Out of reach!
(c)LIVVI

A shady copse,
Hiding under trees that fell.
The hair of the beauty that tumbled out beneath the wedding day hat.
Clumps of severe alopecia,
The bride looked like a father, a holy one, not a pretty mother.
Four months before that wedding day, her boy child born a precious date.
The date was set,
The bathroom covered in stragglers,
Strands of missing falling hair.
The sink was blocked,
The door was locked.
She sat and sobbed,
blubbing as a child would.
The special day came and then it left for a few months no hair,
The lady was bereft.
Her sorrow was very short lived,
Well fairly anyway,
A few short months,
Her hair renewed so full and fast,
As thick as fields of summer hay.
Crowning glory was restored,
The sorry bride she cried no more.
(c) Livvi

Easter chicks.
Lay chocolate eggs.
And the lamb be bought to slaughter.
The lamb be that of innocence the son of God.
Jesus.
Who was so relieved of mortal life.
Pray let his sacrifice, absolve the world from mortal sin.
(c)Livvi

Whistle Down the Wind

I whistled down the wind.
I chased it round the trees.
It bit my fingers with spiteful teeth,
While flying sharp in winter's blast,
Almost made me bleed.
A zephyr kissed me.
Nearly made me blessed.
Breeze blew up my shirt sleeves.
Warming body's core.
Hurricane disturbed me.
Blew my rugged world away.

From nucleus of nuclear war.
When nothing much was left.
The nuclear wind of change of change did blow.
Nothing left here now.
Ashes left at end of day.
From ashes arose the wind.
Perhaps I shouldn't have whistled.
Summoned up the wind of change!
By ladylivvi1

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Going up the road,
A front of sorrows space,
Where sweet kisses of coldness,
Touch the self in side,
One inside another,
Kisses blown on lightnings spark,
While breaking free,
From storms,
Once so very dark,

Brewing hot as coffee ***,
Rich filled with quality,
Quenches all desires,
Love peruses as she browses,
The carousel of love,
Powered up by fairy dust,
In sparkled sprinkles,

Remarkable indeed,
Magic powder,
Power felt,
Chucked from impish fairy globe,
In an orb of inspiration
Blessed!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Mad as a box of frogs they say.
Strange expression, so I say.
Women kiss frogs who turn into princes.
Princesses in fairy tales are always beautiful, princes handsome.
This princess only meets toads and all of them *****.
On a more serious matter, frogs come from tadpoles in springtime ponds.
So how is it that,witches turn princely chaps into ugly toads.
Must be using a wobbly wand.
So,what becomes of tadpoles, carnivorous creatures stuck in bubbles filled with slime.
All spawn of royalty?
Awaiting princesses?
Prepped by witches perhaps.
Crone stirring frogspawn in a ******* floppy hat.
Question is,
Are princes made for lovely ladies created by the hag ?
Tell me do I really need to kiss a frog?
Kissed one or two.
To no avail.
****** witches.
****** frogs!
(C) LIVVI

Bit of silliness








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Tell. me you love me again.
As you run your fingers through my hair.
While touching your temples with my pen.
As I touch yours with new born grace.

Once kisses of power.
My heart was devoured.
Blood flow blue.
Royal blue my lord.

I shall write my words for you.
As I write my words for all and sundry.

The girl whose heart turned cold and blue.
In a mismatch of a hotchpotch.
Of gobbledygook mistaken.
On a crisp cold winters day.

She begs for nothing.
Nothing at all.
Perhaps pride came before her fall.
Her fall from grace entirely dropped.
Discarded in dreams puddles.

Her poems now extended.
Too many months descended.
To put my words in consonants and vowels.
To fill the cracks with trowels.
No, not mine you fool.

Words are my nourishment.
Sometimes my punishment.
As the book of revelations.
I lay open.
Not signalling Armageddon.
Nor the end of my world.
Without you!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Vicious Beast!

As a wild tiger.
A rare beast you are.
Claws finely honed.
Sandpaper tongue is sharp.

Struts before me in wild nonchalance.
A black mane of curling tresses.
Underneath aggression's over coat.
There lies a tender ***** cat with tears.

Dripping from those tom cat eyes.
Acid drops taste his face.
As they drop to his lips.
Where he can taste them still.

Hides beneath a masquerade of wickedness.
To conceals all his pain.
Like any ***** cat.
He needs a tender touch.
Gives one in return.
A white tiger.
Near pure.
Unsurpassed!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

My Darker Side of Writing! (Not Nice!)

Writing skids down razor wires,
Screaming,
Too close to the edge!
At times,
Taut wire bites,
She's cutting!

Blood spurts stemmed,
Quelled by wires, diathermy's hot,
Sanctified by lovers art,
Sanitised inside a heart,
Words never massacred,
As lambs present for slaughter,
Squealing in the field,
When their days are nearly done,
Writing dark on tissue shreds has only just begun!

Heart's contorted,
In ivory, as dry crumbled bone dust,
Revealed by dissection!
Revered resurrection,

Savour not badness,
Created in my mind,
Love my joy,
Not my darkness,
Take the alabaster view,
Panoramas visualised in forthright fortitude!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sing me a love song.
Make it a lullaby.
Stroke my hair.
Make me cry
Screaming out, don't know why.
Spilling tears, splitting hairs.
Feed me believe me, somebody cares.
Phantoms and spectres that hang overnight.
Jazz band flicks a crucial tune.
Crucifixes stain the moon.
Taking flight.
Jet planes and hovercrafts stolen from home.
Fetching the trendiest French garden gnomes.
House full of gnomes.
There's nobody home.
Exception, the spirit, of said garden gnome.
(c) Livvi

Hiding!
I hide in a world where I want to be,
Diamonds of lost love enduring, but me.
With passion in buckets and crumpets for tea.
Hold me and love me, don't dare set me free.
Your love got me *******,
I'm stuck in a box.
I cannot escape, although opportunity knocks.
I have emeralds of jealousy under my feet.
Each morning, pearls of wisdom as you and I meet.
We just became close friends.
Me, my words and crisp box of pens.
My ruby heart's punctured, it's ripped beyond belief.
Come home to me darling, bring me sweet relief.
(c) Livvi

The setting sun shone through the trees,
The trees without the guards.
Where freedom's here now, left behind her moments of long passed regret.
May the sun above the death camp,  fall but never ever set.
In the minds of the now living and in the future, let freedom always reign.
Lest the world of true humanity, never e're forget.
(C) LIVVI

'She walks in beauty' as 'a phantom of delight,'
The one evicted from his darkest night,
Her' raven' hair draped around her shoulders,
Laying next to him in 'silken tent',
Wanted just 'a slice of wedding cake'
Her beautiful spirit captured,
Sent to early sorrows death by 'solitary reaper',
Taken on' May- day',
She was the' light of living days',
Before tragically taking her 'survivor's leave'
He left her for another,
Took another younger lover,
It was their wedding cake,
She so desired,
It was to be their wedding day,
Before her heart he did thou break,
Her life was stolen,
Tragically by own fair hand,
As her sweetheart whom she'd trusted,
Greeted' the chorus of the newly dead'
The sun rising before she flew away,
Back to night realms,
To rest in peace.

Used poetry titles from classic works to create this poem.
Lord Byron, William Wordsworth, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Edgar Allan Poe, Robert Lee Frost,Robert Graves, Wordsworth,Ralph Waldron Emerson,Thomas Moore, Charles Causley, John Dunne and Edwin Muir. Thank you for reading.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Love is a *******.
Always a *****.
Covered in richness.
Given in wealth.
Painted in passion.
Usually red.
Brings about health.
Should it fail once again.
Embalmed interpretations.
As love brings with her pain.
Disillusioned once again.
As love becomes the bringer of loss.
(c) Livvi

I came and I ran and I saw and I fell.
In love with bright new grandson, and I knew.
(c) Livvi