Man of secrets has a heart of pure gold,
Incessant waiting in dreams for a great life to unfold,
If origami paper folds into a complex gift,
Could fold a paper aeroplane, to catch upon a breeze,
Let it fly to target to bring you back to me,
Close your eyes and think,
A whisper deep inside your brain,
That as life seems out to get you,
Your constant poppet,
Sweetheart, still I shall remain,
Pick up thy pen and write again!
By ladylivvi1

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Love in a mist.
But I missed it.
All I did was drown.
Soaking wet inside.

A beautiful flower.
Young and fresh.
Roots put down.
And a crack appeared through the window on the world.

No roses round the old oak door.
Spectacles crushed.
Visions spoiled.
Beauty of the planet tragically marred.

World herself speared on a javelin,
Invisible to the naked eye.
Sharp and clean and fresh.
The globe spins on another day.
Then death courts you.
Rips your heart away.

By ladylivvi1

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Starry skies

03/10/2014
08:27

Instead of the rising sun,
So the foliage fell,
With the descendant of mist and balance,
into the solar signs and stars,
With the balance of Libra,
As the weather evicts the virgins' sunny smile..
And then will come the winters wind at the end of the scorpion's stinging tail.
(c) Livvi

Dawn of sorrow's realisation,
It dawned on her that he was gone,
Wiped heartfelt teardrops from yesterday's loving eyes,
In a memory of youthful passion,
Once blessed with morning sun,
Their teen love changed,
It blossomed and flowered,
Struggles and fights,
Emotional pleasures,
A love that had grown was pure,
Beyond all measures,
In their treasury of sweet design,
Dreams had built into solidarity,
Two different people,
Together as one,
In odd arguments of passion,
The rocky tops climbed,
The torrents of the rapids faced with full aplomb,
To love together, now and ever through life's wildest storm,
He's gone now, slipped life's mortal chains,
Her tears flow,
But she still knows,
In her soul he shall always remain,
The pain will lessen along with the grief,
But a space in her she will always keep,
Longevity of love is eternal,
Changes in quantity,
Quality undressed,
From a lifelong love story,
The one she married always remembered best!
By ladylivvi1

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Happy birthday darling baby girl,
The youngest one of four,
Made it to 19 today,
A year to go until you clear a score,
When born you were not very pretty,
A strange creature with huge feet,
You grew and grew, grew some more,
Until a beauty walked through my door,

Now you've branched out on your own,
Got your own lovely home,
By this time next year you'll have a baby of your own,
With in the love of your life,
One day soon he'll make you his wife,
So on this day I send I you sweet love,
Happy day and many more,
Heartfelt love from poetic mum!
By ladylivvi1

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Onto the glassy stage, she skips,
The spotlight falling on her face,
The disgraceful lady poet,
she left her words at home, not very nice
She thought maybe an ad-lib,
would perhaps suffice,
Her thinking cap on backwards,
Her words not very bright,
Developed a canny condition,
A.k.a. stage fright,
She turned to jelly on the stage,
The spotlights so contorting,
her visage of nervousness,
Her face and body melted.
She was under too much duress,
A puddle on her spoken stage,
Good heavens,
What a mess she left.
That poor lady of poetry.
(C) Livvi

It's six o clock in the morning.
My blessed day off.
As if the hands of time shook me awake themselves.
Almost a phantom.
It, Time  enters my living realm and catches me from slumber deep.
Drives me crazy almost an insult.
Sunday kiss..
Never need to wake up so early.
Body clock of time.
Always screams " you do".
(C) Livvi Kent 20/10/2013

He is nice.
What a description.
Nice as sticky rice.
What a depiction.

He's soppy as a bubbling puddle, overflowing.
With leftovers of muddy welly boots.
Very shortly she'll be going.

He's in a muddle.
He's set down his boring roots.
He sobs as he steals the stars from up in the heavens.
So he can give her a present.
That she may not relate to.
He doesn't have a clue.
His only real interest.
Football team elevens.
Boredom is his kingdom.
His crown covers a frown.

Long may he there in peace be dwelling.
Under her nose this fellow's,  a little unpleasant smelling.
His sword is made of whale blubber.
Borrowed from a passing mammal.
Like his personality...just a little rubber.
(C) LIVVI

Hatch closed.
Wall was blessed with multiple colours.
Rainbows on the table top.
Stripes.
Spots.
Hand prints everywhere.
Angelic footprints blessed the rug.
Showed where they'd marched.
Ceiling as if Sisteen Chapel.
Magnificence.
Minus quality of Michealangelo.
No Madonna here.
Could for heinous crimes.
Evidence been found.
They had such fun.
Paw prints of naughty pups obvious.
Oblivious to what they've done.
Only keys left.
Finger dabs of mini perpetrators.
Devil made work for idle impish hands.
Mother's audacity.
She went to water the loo.
She came back feeling blue to a world of painted hurricane.
What did mummy make of this mess.
Two minutes of children with paint pots.
Caused mummy distress!
By ladylivvi1

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The butterfly slept on the arm with the sun.
She spent her life with the special one.
Her wings were red and edged with ebony black.
Delicate as lace.
She picked her companion carefully.
A Buddleia bush, a swarm of glory, a kaleidoscope, a flutter.
Alighted for the after noon,
Her life will fail her much to soon.
Short while spent in an unkind case.
Embryo unwrapped.
Locked in the doorway of the old woman's shed.
From nature at her harshest to nature at her glorious,
by means of metamorphosis.
ugly gave up beautiful, rare delicate exquisite expression, mere words cannot describe.
Escaped from her casing and so she fled.
Lovely Lepidoptera.
(C) LIVVI

She leaned propped in the corner,
That elderly lady with the long straggly hair,
apparently unwashed.
Her hair,
it wasn't shiny white liken to her dignified friends,
it was almost dreadlocks,
It didn't smell bad,
nor did it smell good,
surprising I hear you say.

The handsome guy,
He dashes in.
He grabs her round the waist,
He chucks her head in a bucket of water,
pulls her hair and rings it out,
chucks her hair on to the floor,
and rubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed some more.

The linoleum now,
is glowing clean,
pristeen,
sparkling,
smelling fresh,
looking like it's nearly new.
Just amazes me,
what a good looking younger man can do,
when playing in the lady poet's imagination!!
(C) Livvi

Whispers at sunset.
Is it just ***?
It's a revolution.
Sofa surfing.
Eating toast.
Pulling back front room curtains.
Enlightening.

A revolution indeed.
Revolting.
Bed space.
Head lace.
Bed hair.
Who dares.
Caring less.
Red dress.
Chucked on the floor.
Stockings.
Suspenders.
Say no more.

Sociology lessons.
Violet moods.
Awful foods.
Sunrises daily.
A million folk existing.
Existing in bedsit land.
Government hand outs.
Signing forms to claim the dole.
Once a fortnight
Stuck in a hole.

Dining on mice that dash out of  holes.
Seeking slices of stale cold pizza.
Left on the side overnight.
Gasping for air.
Drowning in debt.
Living hard
Hard and fast.
Living too long.
In the zone of regret.
(c)Livvi MMXV

Being Me!

Child of war.
I am not.
Gentle as a lamb.
However:
The wind changed.
Strengthening the world inside

Lest the world dare forget me.
Innocence is not my name.
A wild child in a body somewhat haggard.

My sword crops up now and then.
The temper can fly vile.
My tongue can lash as cat'o'nines.
Cast out aspersions,
Fly on golden eagle wings.
Bearing with them curses.

Blessings too, at times.
As passion flower.
Rages infernally.
As hell shocked woman scorned.
Pretty in pink at times.
Pasty.
Virtual silence ******.
Never in the written word.

A vibrant life of tragedy.
On a world of pages posted.
A sow, a cow.
A box of trouble.
Her temples will never crumble.

She is strong.
Supportive,
Sometimes cries.
Regularly dies inside.
Her will will be a match for many.
She suffers not fools gladly.
Never in a daydream.
Not ever, never even in a dare.
Who cares?

If I were able to do a degree.
I'd do a degree in poetry,
Then the world would see the real me!
Bring on the high heeled *****!
By ladylivvi1

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There be a tavern in the town.
Today, will be such a special one.
Sunshine and roses.
Several carnations.

Wedding party, out for fun,
Intermingled with everyday drinkers.
Outside in the sunny weather.
Smokers and drinkers,
Men in blue jeans and eye catching black leathers.

Today, should be a special day.
Women in fanciful fascinators, tight fitting dresses, silky tights.
Dancing on tables.
Long into the night.

A flagon of beer, a bottle of wine.
Discussing everything ironically.
With the rest of the crowd.
Which, one of them is mine or hers or even his.
Their drink that is.

Opinions change as the beverages flow.
Talking regular bull as the drink feeds the flow.
The flow of the conversation that is.
Loudly.
By the end of the night, knowing everyone's biz.
There is no volume control, evening flows on twisted tongues.

Look left, look right, straight in front of you, they're starting a fight.
Noise is enhanced by the wailing of sirens,
Those harpies with hairpins, sat on cheap plastic chairs.
Look out you lot, the blues and twos are coming.
Invading your space, just at that moment you're slapping her face.
Such a disgrace.
Bundled into the back of the van.
Two wrecked wretched women.
One stroppy man.
If nothing else fuels arguments, drink sure as hell can.
(c)LIVVI

A free bird I am,
I am free,
but I am in no way cheap,
I'll sell my personality,
to my patients daily,
just to earn a living wage,
I smile at you,
you smile at me,
as I rabbit on,
I have patients,
lots of them,
and lots of it,
they seem to like my pitter patter,
somewhat like raindrops,
sometimes I hold their hand,
but only clinically,
I'm not sure why,
they like me,
but they tell me that it's so,
I guess they really must do.
(C) Livvi

CAUSE
Syria, the land of sin,
Struggling breath.
Peeling skin.
Born to die upon sad day.
The cruellest beast.
The devil's way.
Sons and daughters caught in blast.
That day they woke, became their last.
Let this ****** madness end.
A world that man may still depend on.
Save us all before it's gone.
(c)LIVVI

I Wish I Was an Actress!

My life is a play,
Each day a scenario,
For I feel I live in a dream each day,
Life is a fantasy of description,
In richness and in wealth,
Encounter every issue,
Face every stumbling block that's met,
In a fetching encapsulating image of imagination,
My life has been a tragedy, a drama of life entwined,
From goodness and joy to darkened caves,
A drama from whence whose demons,
Now vacated my mind!
By ladylivvi1

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Breathing shallowed.
Heartbeats slowed.
Halted in the real world.
Music rattles.
Goes tap tap.

Skeletal bones.
Boy.
They clap.
Perfect volume.
Rhythm in play.

Hells commotion.
Heels click.
Deviance in devotion.
Feet in motion.

Melted skin.
Viscera folded.
Expressionless motion.
Viscous stick.


Stuck entranced til relieved.
Midnight carriage it arrives.
Steals the dead.
Deceased stallion.
Bequeathed the role of soul collection.

In the dead of night.
Back to the graveyard after death's ball.
Take the skeletons home.
Sleep well.
One and all!



By ladylivvi1

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His name was Natas and he drove the Uni-Link.
Keen occupation.
For a hellish dude.
He didn't wear any aftershave, with even a slight sulphuric twang.
He wore a bristling beard, that just covered up his pointed chin.
This bus driver.
Pleasant looking chap.
Was he really the bringer of mortal sin?
Really the bus driver this Saturday morn.

He smiled at the ladies.
Flat cap perched on his head.
It covers up his mini horns.

He was driving the ten thirty from Swaythling.
Off to town we go.
Hi **.
He drove safely and sensibly.
Got me to my stop.
My destination wasn't hell.
Neither was his today.
(c)Livvi

Clocks!

'It's not stop all the clocks'' as Auden said.
When telling of love once lost.
With the older ones among us.
In clear prime time view.
It's turn back those clocks.
Just a little bit.

Mind you just stopping them altogether seems.
A superb idea indeed.
However,

If time was stopped right now this minute.
My coughing cold and spluttering fit.
I would be stuck.
Stuck stranded,
Smack bang in the middle of it.

That's not what I want!
So we won't turn the clocks back now.
Maybe wait a little while.
When this cough and cold has gone,
I may even raise a smile.

Father time will soon descend.
Perhaps he will be my friend.
Switch the clocks back to seventy three.
Before the bad memories were created.
Need to be logical.
Keep in view.
That all the stupid things that I do.
Think of the fact that once was a wife.
Gave me nothing but trouble and strife.
Don't think I'd want to be a wife!
By ladylivvi1

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A pinch of idiocy
A drop of kindness.
Half an ounce of feeling.
Just a spoonful of stupidity.
A suitcase full advocacy
Stroke it with purring passion.
Take out a box of uncool lies.
Discard it down the drain.
Along with a kilo of this could be a ****** mess.
The cake is baking merrily.
We can almost hear the oven sing.
Open up the kitchen window and throw caution to the wind.
And then just wait and see.
(c)Livvi

Cutting it.
Break a heart in two.
Tangled string of tragedy in a world untrue.
Let the rain slash in ice diamond daggers.
Cursed the face of time.

Sons of Adam vanish.
Out love's true mind.
Daughter's of Eve.
Danced tarnished by once destructive moonshine.
Laughing, crying.
Introverted.

Imagine not why the cards predicted,
Stars predicted.
Time immortal.
Bridging time.
Rhythmic beat swings.
The blades lash.
Slice cool air.

Icy slivers.
Silver glint catches the eye.
Green eye of the storm.
Insular.
Caught in emotion's drizzles.
Connections severed.
In violent tears.
Ragged remnants of many years.
By ladylivvi1

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An Unexpected Gift!

A donation received, from heaven sent,
When angels dropped you in my lap,
I'd wandered,stumbling along the way,
Until you came that winters day,
When my feelings became blessed,
You caught me as a butterfly,
Fragile as a love song, carried on a hurricane,
Whirling, swirling, easily broken,
I'm lost, I'm blown away!
By ladylivvi1

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My darling dragon,
he never does as he's told,
He spilled a drop of water over him,
his fire went out,
he's blowing cold.
No matter how I tell him he needs to behave,
my wild teenage dragon always rants and raves,
he thinks not much of being good,
it's not like he misunderstood,
my silly little dragon son,
he's not eating fair maidens,
he lives on fish and chips,
however;
when he's standing on the sea shore,
he's partial to a piece of fish,
served up with seaweed and a couple of tasty ships.
(C) Livvi

My shadow is full of moonlight.
I caught it in a sunbeam, stashed it beneath my floppy hat.
Tis the light of my life.
My my how it shines.
Because it's mine.
It doesn't mind, it doesn't matter.
By the power of the densest winter, I'm just the mad hatter.
My diverse shadow is happy, as he languishes under my hat.
(C) LIVVI

The garden gnomes with frocks on,
They're sat in the room at the front of the house,
Fishing rods in hand,
They came in because of the chilly wind, blasting round their socks,
The fish pond's overflowing after all the rain,
The neighbours were much too noisy,
Partied in the garden, every night and every day.
And here they go again.
They're hungry, no fish to catch in the lounge.
(C) Livvi

Too cold and wet for busking, said she with perfect voice.
Survival, song dependent, she really has no choice.
Vocals loaded, always heard.
Appreciated by the listener, the perfect singing bird.
The song thrush and the warbler, performed together beautifully to treat the watching crowd.
(c)Livvi

Temptation came and grabbed me,
Cherry dress,
Of deep red mess,
Spiked coronet around her head,

Madam love hugs held me,
So fake in his disguise,
Played with powerful poetess from dreams,
And once again she screams,

Leave in ignorance,
Total ignorance,
I bleed indeed!
In an honesty of long past lies,

Voraciously he held me,
All to sate his need,
He doesn't want to know me,
And he hates all poetry,

Where I write,
I find true friends,
May not know most really,
Probably never will,

What we see is what we get,
In game, set and match,
Where from my brain and pen alike,
More poetry I hatch!
By ladylivvi1

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Don't Tell Me What to Do !
Just a humorous look at the ten commandments!

Handed down biblical tablets,
Telling us what not to do!
Not sure if they apply to you!


Message was I'm not to steal,
Or so the bible said,
Have no money left today,
Will starve and end up dead,
Out of sight's not out of mind,
Not sure what else to do,
Steal a sandwich,
One or maybe two!
Which I would never do!

See nothing funny,
Commandment two,
Thou shalt not ****,
With this commandment,
I hereby concur with you!

Worship no-one human,
In this our mortal world of sin,
If God exists there's only one,
So let his will be done!


To make a graven image ,
Is a phoney,
Misdemeanour,
Wee mischief,
Does that include a photograph?
Maybe does,
So Moses said!
Depends interpretation,

*** I hear you say,
You took his name in vain,
Not such a great thing to say,
Within this Godly game!

Mother, mother where's my tea,
Get it now,
Get it for me,
Little honour left these days,
Sure it's there a bit,
Unfound unnoticed,
It beats me!

You married once,
Hoped for life,
What went wrong,
Found someone,
Another's husband,
Or someone else's wife,
With this statement I agree,
But don't stay if unhappy,
Steal not another's mate,
A cheating heart,
Well that ain't great!
In Adulterer's Bible, sixteen hundred and thirty one,
A misprint, stated errors, sated,
'Thou shalt commit adultery'
A.K.A, The Wicked Bible!
Thought this was really rather funny!

Steal lies and nothing else,
When stolen just discard them,
Gossip not,
Keep phantom stories to yourself,
Enough muck and lies in field of life,
Without them further spreading!

Take nothing from your neighbours,
Without their prior permission,
You may not want to love them,
Take them to your heart or care,
We all have human needs you do declare,
That one day you may need them there!

Some of these are mixed together,
In one almighty mess!


By ladylivvi1

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"England, ah."
Green and pleasant;  full of pleasant trees.
Cottages of chocolate looks, from story books.
Scribes from days gone by, using erstwhile language ,The Baird and Marlowe, E.A.Poe, to name but a few.
Poesy of poets, all rhyming in time, in sonnets and linnets, that tweet from the trees.
Towers of history, subliminal mystery.
Queens and kings and royal things, of palaces and promenades.
Our nation of knights, dames, ladies and gents.
Tatty old flats with extortionate rents, stately, homes and messy houses.
Farms of smells and beasts of burden.
Of pantomime horses, and grassy race courses.
Seashore and see moor.
(C) LIVVI

Fancy a Little French!

Oops there goes another one.
Hear the whoosh and phut.
Hits the court.

A silent crowd stop and watch
Stilled by the sullen fall of the blade.
The crowd of peasants roar.
One more to go.
Let's even the scare.
Maybe the score.
Today alone twenty or more.

Let them feast.
Worry the wealth of the rich.
Watch power tumble.
As it's neck doth crumble
A revolutionary way to deal with affluent society.

A rickety cart pulled by stallion fine.
Arrogance led from said rickety cart.
Still holding their masks to their eyes.
Fine mask withheld by milady in waiting.

Exchanged for a rag.
To stick over the eyes of the affluent ****.
Before she meets her maker.
Another gone.
Nibbled the dust of a thousand saws.

Crowd uproar.
In a sea of cheers.
A platform of fear.
A scaffold without much mess.
Another head tossed in the basket.
Poulets dans le panier!
By ladylivvi1

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Make her love you with a whisper
Entrap her with a kiss.
Pick flowers for her,
Selected for their qualities.
Wrap them up and tie them tight.
For true love is exciting when visible before her eyes.
Sir,
Be wise before you prise her fingers out from your hands.
Love lasts forever.
It makes no demands
Think before retreating of the love you shared before.
Angels danced on flighty feet believing that your love were true.
From topaz blue horizons her ring she'll give to you.
You will answer her calling upon bended knees.
Begging of her, her sweet hand in marriage.
Carried forever in a glass fronted carriage.
Love will be forever and forever hangs upon a sunny day.
(c)LIVVI

Sparkling birdsong christens morning, noisy, but not annoying.
Bringing with them a sprinkling of  effervescent light , applauding the day.
An electric spark, chases dying night away.
Reintroduction a brand new day, the prize of life, a fizzing Friday.
(c) LIVVI

Justified

How can anybody,
Justify,
Leaving me,
With just a script,
I have to pay,
No money here,
Till payday comes!
Pain still lingers,
So glad,
It don't affect my writing,
Wrist and fingers,
Good,
Be praised!

Lived on varied diet of paracetamol delight!
Two four hourly through the day,
Off into the night,
When sleep brings light relief!

It's all so irksome,
To have to go to work,
Means nothing comes for free,
Price of this prescription,
Gonna crucify me!

Guess I'm lucky,
As health U.K. is free,
At this very moment,
Minus script's not helping me!
By ladylivvi1

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Character assassinated in a complex mind.

Believe fear restrains.

Keeps chained in estranged love.

Place with no escape.

In never ending circles.

A rotation floats on a whirlpool ride.

Diving  to  the river bed.

A million excuses cover the hold on a chilled heart.

Olivia Kent 2013

Playing on the Midnight Bridge

Gyrated at midnight.
Restless spirit.
Atmospheric, ethereal.
Vaguely visible through the smog.
Under the bridge of sighs.
He once cried.
The air infiltrated with wails of despair.
His pain cried louder than his voice.

Noble noose with its own perspective.
His treasured prize had gone.
Slipped as he blundered into night.
Forlorn.
A mistake not turning back.
Bridge became gibbet.
Dropped fast.
And he swung as he hung.
His heart destroyed by disloyal lover
Girlfriend committed greatest treason.
And he hung by Traitor’s Gate.

By ladylivvi1

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Make love to me, like you never loved before,
touch me, like you never felt a sateen skin,
stroke me like your ***** cat,
let my claws scratch you,
to remind you, you're alive,
alive and real,
crush me with passion,
let fluidity run free,
pick me up and drink me,
like potions cooked by Alice,
then, I can shrink before your honour,
as you make me melt like chocolate,
pure white chocolate,
make me shiver with your warmth,
filled with pure ecstasy,
come together,
let us play,
we don't need moonlight,
we need sunlight,
to touch us as an overcoat,
an overcoat of love,
let's make love forever.
Such flavour!
(C) Livvi

Adorned!
Adorned in scarlet,
Love as she bleeds,
A heart torn out still beating,
Bathed in claret,
Drenched in tears,
Silent, cowering in vacant corners of abysmal dismay, in total disarray of obsolete dreams,

Tears flow as torrential rain,
Spirit vacates words, as lies corrupt and die,
Doomed to wait in misery while eternity waits impatiently,
Cloven hooves etch on worn ,
Welcome unto desolation in degenerate spirit form,
Burning as lightening catches me, electrifying fingertips,
Kissing in magnification,as spirit charged in justification,
Live to love another day,from whence pain came and went astray!
By ladylivvi1
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Vexed!

A being of many parts am I.
A heart of charms.
A brain hot roasted, as coffee on fire.
Words continually vex me.
Rather a complex chick.
At times.
Lovely when I'm chirpy.

A world of angst inside right now.
Skewed on an ice pick.
Runs deep inside.
A dagger of heartbreak.
Almost in mourning.
When you severed a friendship .
Last post of my morning.
By ladylivvi1

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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

Loved him til last breath was done.
Loved as dainty filigree.
Thy love was so attractive.
But, was not meant to be.
Tragically, a crystal glass was he.
His glass of crystal weighty.
Sadly, made of lead.
Weighed heavy on his troubled mind
Led him down the back roads.
Where painted stripes walk on sidewalks.
Coloured  in such misery.
Goodness he was so precious.
Needed setting free.
To roam the realm of heartache.
Elsewhere,  this lonely fellow says he's chilled.
Chilled he's not.
With gentle heart so sore from pain.
Needs to build ability to love once again.

She is my sanctuary.
She throws her flowers down the drain.
Soon we shall be home again.
Dancing together in the morning rain.

Merlot, sweet Merlot,
Take your fill again.

Closer together than ever more,
For never more be free.
To ride the crazy gravy train,
Once before and now again.

Merlot, sweet Merlot,
Take your fill again.

We jived in days of fifty five,
None of us were stood alive,
As strawberry Mondays, we jazzed about.
Tuesdays of cherries, full and ripe.
Wednesdays of banana split dreams.
where everything is great, not as it seems.

We sail on drunken dreams.
The sun flies overhead.
We are on our way home, standing room only,
We are  never alone.

Merlot, sweet Merlot,
Take it when you get your chance,
Then take your fill again.
(C) Livvi

Make up in fake facade,
Encased with insignificance,
All she wants is money,
For fun maybe,
Or to feed her rabid habit,
In short skirt and makeup,
She'll dance for the pennies you throw and maybe more,
A heart of gold,
Dressed purely as sad *****,
Will show her goods and chattels for a moment out of time,
May drift in to a world of tragedy,
Labelled as a crime,
She may not find a reason and I guess she cannot rhyme.
She'll do nothing for you unless you pay for time!

(And no this is not me, it's just a poem!)
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Chilling in blanket, grey red edged, itching,
Bright clear night,
Leaves him colder,
Fingers smart,
Blue, cold attacked,
Feeling older,
Cloud cover dispersed,
Lack of cloud makes night feel worse!
Holds on to night's mantle , try to keep warm,
His tatty grey blanket protects him from harm,
May warm his heart, if only a little,
It's only the cold that keeps him alive,
My homeless friend, a fight to survive,
Fights on night after night,
Wrapped in winter's chill overnight,
Stern, severe, no desire to be here!
Circumstances beyond his control,
Left him stuck unearthly hole,
It's Friday night,
Greetings abound,
Soup served by poppets,
Angels wrapped in overcoats,
Ladles in hand,
Here again to meet Friday nights,
Supply with demand,
Not societal pariah,
A sad soul, lost in loneliness,
Living, but not alive!
Livvi Kent 29/04/2013

Exquisite was the spoken report.
In beautiful lessons of passion's taste.
Passion dripped in trickling flush.

The tall being stood ***** waiting for his turn.
Taste inside with tickling tongue.
Freshness in a moment or two.

Without deviance.
Showing love.
A matter of mutual respect.
True beauty.
In a permission of circumstance.
Beauty in deeds!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Dress me with your comments,
I will dress in blackness,
Adorn me totally,
With your hearts desires,
Hit me only with sweet kisses,
Your love fills my wings,

My heart's so hot,
She's burning,
So full of fire,
She melts for you,

No longer,
Drift through cloud cover,
I know I have your heart again,
You know I really do!

Have danced with rampant demons,
Through imprecise dusky shadows,
Kept me imprisoned within your cryptic heart,
Locked away in chains,

Like minded imps,
You and I,
Poke fire with fire,
By way of feign,

Smoke machine makes fabrications,
While in your dreams you play,
In fantasy,
Behind your eyes,
Try to delude yourself,
Pure In mind's eyes sweet illusion!

Your honey ****** will catch you,
Keep you stuck in sticky touch,
When from the heights you tumble,
As a supporting crutch,

Truly deeply,
I believe,
That good love never dies,
Lying in his shadows gloom,
Only cos he cries,
Hell on earth sweet baby boy,
While somewhere saturated,
Lost in space,
Abridging his demise,
In words where darkness waits!
Livvi Kent 2013

Love me, touch me, enrich me with reptilian tongue so lithe,
**** the tips of my fingertips, so rich,
**** them til they're dry, so I fry with fire of desire,
So I fry and i feel, utterly, totally truly unreal!
Look into your heart for one moment in time out of many such moments....,
pathways of love not denied,
Unleash my lips, unleash my gag,
I am no longer no tongue tied!
Stroke my feet, massage them well,
Hell, that really feels so swell,
I feel your hot love, coming my way,
I can tell passion's  erupted, cos you are corrupted by the smile I leave in my awakening hours...!
I bow to you darling, with all of your powers,
in awesome obedience, pure joy for hours and hours!
The loving sweet kisses ,are not hits and misses!
Such heaven I found wrapped up tight in your arms,
you sweetheart are a charm filled with such luck!
A talisman of super cool,
I flipped out for you,
cos I'm just a fool!
Copywrite, Livvi Kent 22/03/2013