You laid me almost prone upon my back.
Head elevated 'pon an icy pillow.
Hands clamped firm upon the scary chair.
Invisible clamps they were.
Relax you say.
Only hurt a little bit.
Methinks this woman's chatting s**t
Flashed lights into my eyes.
Want to tell.
Can't even cry.
My nose drips with unfeeling fear.
Hammer drill battering.
Position unflattering.
Dribbling from all ends.
Gasping and struggling.
Can't escape.
Metaphorically *****, unceremoniously by the dentist in the morn.
Cavities in my broken teeth.
All gone.
They were giving me such grief.
(c)LIVVI

Mr Rain emptied his buckets.
Firmament a brightness of blue.
No clouds christen this glorious sky.
Sun light shining before our eyes.
A wonderful sight.
Growth of New Year as tree she unfurls.
Novelty of dotted growth stuck tight.
On shoots of winter’s broken limbs.
Rain overnight.
Morning donates her renewed delight!

Yesterday.
Sunshine smiled a little.
Chill dared to nip at beaks.
Tickled ears at first light.
Glory be!
In a hidden hurry the ice rushed away.
Unnoticed as the day dashed on.
And then the miserable rain came once more.
Soon to be snow so the seer says!
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

It's not too long until Guy Fawkes night,
A month and a bit, I believe,
Crunching damp upon the grass,
many autumn leaves,
they're laying underfoot.

It's getting a little chilly now,
The children all have mittens on,
Where on earth's that kitten gone?
kittens should really stay inside.

The bonfire almost a mile high.
A nervous mummy hides inside.
Daddy sets fire to the pile of trash,
hoping that by the morning,
should just be a pile of grubby ash.

Potatoes are all wrapped in tin foil,
you see,
who will take them from the fire?
not me.
A gigantic box of fireworks,
pyrotechnics display.
Wahey!
They should all thrill the sky,
supposed to do them one at at time,
David running round like a lunatic,
had one can too many,
and a couple of glasses of cheapish wine.

Tripped over a stone,
fireworks,
all went off with a boom.
A crash,
a whizz,
a crazy zoom.
A sudden flash,

Blew the roof off,
destroyed the living room,
The kitten hid under the couch,
The dog he dashed into the garden,
with his tail between his legs.
David felt a real wally,
cos he was off his trolley.

Very carefully crept into the living room,
to find the tiny ***** cat,
cowering in the gloom.
The remnants of bonfire night,
not much left of the living room.

Of course,
as this is just a funny poem,.
That little kitten,
well, she was safe and well!
(C) Livvi

Snakes!

The daggers fly.
From the tongue of venom.
Addressed at the maiden pure.
Maiden has no reason to endure the taunts.
Her eyes are shut tight.
No desire to be blinded or bitten.
By friends.
Not really there.
After all.
Nobody shows a cobra care.

Hiding in trees while waiting to squeeze.
Lunch with no breath.
As he squashes to death
The boa, not feathered.
Ties himself up in knots.

But, not while he's shedding his skin.
Dinner swallowed whole.
Mind, body and soul.
Only takes him a day or two.
Sometimes a week to digest.

Adder's not an abacus.
Another snake in the grass.
Just like the rest.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sunshine!

Incredible heat melts my soul,
Virtual peeling my scarlet skin,
Blisters erupt from vacant areas,
Undressed by sun creams,
A touch of sunlight so desired,
Now causing internal fires,
For so many,
For too long,

We all cried in sheer desperation for her solar blessings,
Now we are blessed, we cry as lobsters in a cooking ***,
Whistling, pretending we are enjoying this fractious tension of children crying as they can't cool down!

Irony in supposed joy,
At the sight of the sun for every burning girl and boy,
Everybody prays for rain to take away this fiery pain!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sleepless in the city.
The storming night cabs flying by.
The youth are making a racket.
Not a tennis match in sight.
Floodlights pollute the night sky.
Even the stars hide.
Can't abide the sleepless night.
Drunken teenaged revellers.
Revolting noisily outside my house.
Our tomorrow's,
Insomniac sorrows.
Start of academia.
The freshers are here.
(c)Livvi

It's raining again.
Wet hair almost drowning her.
Riding bicycles on empty streets.
Hair running free.
Flicks on shoulder blades.
Blades that aren't sharp.
Just soggy.
Like a smelly dog that misbehaves.
Hair that's not trained, nor restrained.
No bands of Alice.
Nor elastic.
No coronets or diamanté.
Tatty nylon hair nets.
Holding hair in place.
Makeup running down her face.
Heading back to her place.
Wants to find a towel.
Like me, she loathes umbrellas.
And her bicycle is rusting fast.
Anyway, has anybody ever ridden a bicycle while holding an umbrella.
(c)Livvi

Give me time.
I'll give you space.
You may tie me up with leather straps.
And I will give you lace.
All I want is dialect in spoken words and twisted tongues.
I laid my head upon your pillow.
So glad we didn't ****.
They call it self preservation and I'm pretty well preserved.
(C) LIVVI

You slice yourself to make you bleed.
To **** emotions, set you free.
Veins flow, pain recedes.
In crimson stains you suffocate.
Just enough not to seal your fate.
You rip away to make you bleed to **** your feelings.
Make them numb.
It feels so good when it acts as a leech.
A gentle tear, a mark left there.
Pierce a portion, maybe a lip.
Feels so ******' free.
Whenever you scar, it releases such pain.
For a moment or two,
How do I know?
I used to be you.
Have scars and scratches on my wrists.
Medals from self-abuse.
Those marks are very small, once they let free my pain.
Now I'm fifty, life is sort of settled.
Me, I'll never ever slash again.
(c) Livvi

Abysmal!

Burning,
Curling up inside,
Edges are all frazzled,
Crisp as arid soil,
What is happening,
Feeling truly soiled,
Hurting, torn as ribbons stranded,
In a rage of pity,
Screaming as a banshee,
Wailing at the gates of hell,
Wanting to come in,
Can't break through,
Barriers to strong,
Angels try to stop the fall,
Unable to preserve,
Sanity and dignity,
Nothing's left,
Vacated here!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Where are you now?
I sit and peer out of the window.
It's getting stormy.
He let go!

Where are you going, my friend?
Are you fighting lightening flashes?
Reverberating to the thunder's beat.

Child, I asked you to hold on to the string tightly.

We stood and watched from the ground as you floated away.
Awesome helium balloon,
Flying wild and free.

I wonder do you have many friends accompanying you as you go dancing through the cloud's cover.
Avoiding beaks of passing birds.
Birds calling out with novel songs.........!
(C)LIVVI

Swept up in a sea of nets, discarded, flapping, drowning in air.
Waiting to be landed, dashed upon the dock, waiting to be dressed and dished, fed up, on the menu to fill the mouths of men.
Makes me think before I eat, how it must feel, to be a captured fish.
I don't know how long it takes them to expire.
Think it must must dreadful, to be a fish, captured in a trawlers net.
With thousands of wriggling soul mates, and perhaps the cod father too, not many left, only a few.
Morals aside, I'm afraid, I love their taste.
(C) LIVVI

A Sunday is a dozy day,
Where teenage beds are filled,
lie ins til lunchtime again,
they'll tell you it's a day of rest,
Then they'll hop out of bed screaming for tea,
or maybe coffee if they're more like me.

Unless of course, the reader here is getting prepped to praise the Lord.
Sunday,
Maybe,
a day for all the good folk,
to relax in their own Gethsemane,
pulling up weeds, or planting seeds,
Repairing seasonal life,
just spent or sowing more,
true and anew,
Hoeing and furrowing,
All out for growing

There are no olive groves,
running through the gardens,
of the English lords and ladies,
It's much too cold at this time of year.
Nobody's spreading gospels,
nor penning epistles in the average British gardens.
The only words spoken are spread only by birds,
In a language, not understood by many.
While the mother of nature,
she strips the trees bare.
Oh well, another Sunday en route,
half a week to go and I just couldn't care.
(C) Livvi

May the treetops in late December,
be clustered with the nests of birds.
A Christmas day gift, a reason to celebrate,
The leaving season, left empty handed.
Nests to herald the entrance to the dawn of spring.
Soon may those nests be filled with new life.
**** bird, hen bird, man and wife.
(C) Livvi

Through the worst of winter she trudged
Sun is out she smiles now
Sunshine smiles within her soul.
Her lipstick paints upon a scarlet grin.
Maroon wiped off as she bathes in the light of the beautiful one.
Splendid.
So glad it did.
Sunshine fits better than cold snow and rain.
(C) LIVVI

Fairy dancer in the lilac dress.
A little bit like me, as was once.
The youthful spirit.
Benevolent soul.
A skirmish in skittish, as tornado whirls.
Oh the young girls.
Faces buzzing as impromptu gnats.
Beauty personified.
My time fizzles like a failing firework.
My exuberance has gone.
Hers begun.
Girl in the lilac dress.
The green monster bit.
I find failings in me.
(c)LIVVI

A weekend of wonderful words exchanged,
Words written on the bus to books being read,
To tales of ghosties and ghoulies and Poe,
In darkness and brightness,
Feeding two wordy heads,
As we rest in my bed,
Hard to believe that many will ever know,
The impact of words in poetry or prose,
Maybe I guess only you and I care,
Apart from our friends dotted everywhere,
One day soon we'll be together again,
To revel in words of pleasure and pain,
Until that sweet day, which won't be too long,
In our poetic hearts we both belong!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

She wore a blue dress,
a brilliant blue dress,
full to the brim with memories,
she wore it the last time her eyes met his,
the time when they kissed,
when they last touched,
one and one made two,
both together really wild.

That was the effect of the ladylike gown,
just an old-fashioned and feminine frock,
a splurge of loud blue flowers,
buttoned up the front,
tied at the back in a flouncy cotton bow,
dominated by her feminine wiles,
how they loved and laughed and smiled,
at each other,
for a while,
there were no others.

They loved,
they died,
well the feelings did,
and so they cried,
all for the sake of the blue dress,
dragged out of the wardrobe,
as the weather got hot,
a revelation of memories.

As,she suddenly realised,
she hadn't forgot!
(C) Livvi

Nocturnal
Posted by Olivia Kent on May 25, 2013 at 6:10am
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This isn't real ,
It can't be,
A vagrant spirit,
Creeping with echoes,
Shadowed,

Asphyxiation
Strangulated as hernia,
Causes pain,
Risking death,
Shallow ground,

Drip drop,
Walls are melting,
Smells dank,
Hanging in the atmosphere,
Encasing frightened ears,

Being aware,
For whilst asleep,
Can you weep,
Hate the dark,
He keeps me sleeping,

Dawn shatters night's illusion,
Tension released after sleep,
In joy you awake,
Night creature released,
Cobwebs washed away!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Why do I awaken at night.
Probably just to write.

Escape a dream scene.
Scratch it out, what does it mean.

Grab the pen beside my bed.
To etch my thoughts before they're dead.

Don't write a full poem.
Just scribble quick  words before they die!

Lest them not be forgot.
I cannot kiss my words goodbye.

Need to write them  before they expire.
All I write is single words.

Bring wisdom as they grow.
In sleepy state .
Best words come out.
The only ones I know!
(C) Livvi December 8th 2013

There's a minute mouse hidden in the darkness under the house.
Hear it scooting around, it's chewing on paper.
All the books are getting distressed.
Notice  the scuffling things.
A peek from the corner of householder's eye.
Wonder why she didn't call upon the services of the exterminator man.
Not the daleks naturally.
See them darting across the room, honed almost invisible darts.
In they pop to empty their bladders and bowels, all over the house.
Discarded broken pencil leads.
Their broods hidden under the host's cosy house.
And they nibbled the wire.
Gnaw, gnaw,nibble,nibble .
Ignited a spark.
Now the house is on fire.
(C) Livvi

Thoughts of a January evening.
The days turned into a week.
A scarlet week of pure indulgence.
The painted lady's a butterfly and so she flew away.
Her wings weighed down with age that drenched, self image.
She drowned in last weeks' satisfaction.
The poet laughs in maniacal gratification.
Sorry my friend, I couldn't resist it.
Never mind, she smiles and winks.
Pours herself another drink...!
Shocking I hear you say,
(C) Livvi.

Find it hard to believe that our eyes will  never meet again.
Tears sally forth as flowers do in rain.
This morning you entered my head.
Another day of wishing dead.
Not sure who.
Me or you?
Never can tell.
Abandoned in the land of base of wishing well.
Always wishing well.
As if you couldn't tell.
There's scent in the air as if you didn't know.
My suitcase is packed.
Off I go.
At tangents and right angles.
Confusion fixed.
Witches brew created.
Everything's mixed.
Magic and muffins.
Ice cream and cookie dough.
Time to call upon fairy snow.
(C) LIVVI

Alexander you gave us a bell my friend.
Miles of smiles sent down a wire.
Wires crossed.
Maybe a cable!
Given the gift of speech.
Unless of course,
we're ignorant.

Cat got your tongue.
Well maybe.
Mail electric..
Are friends electric.
Who is in charge.

A brain that thinks.
This flaming situation stinks.
She sweet child.
Needs not.
Not needy at all.
That's her not him.
She needs none but words.

A scoundrel and blaggart.
Lol
Not hard as nails, has a heart!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

SHORTS
What happened to old time lovers?
Are they all centipedes with arms too many and hands that stroll too far too much.
Mucky ducks with oily feathers, skin that's nearly tanned, skin thicker than chamois.
Better for cleaning cars and propping up bars, before shooting off drunk in their big flashy cars.
****
Walking past Winchester cathedral thinking of religion, strolls by the river and trolls that hang out under the bridge.
More hands than centipedes, much bigger teeth.
***
The sky is riddled with starlight.
The night is out of sight.
Behind eyelids and dustbin lids.
Irksome kids.
Chrysalides and ironic sides.
Dark room developments.
****
Sipping milkshakes in bars
Music beating.
People meeting some new, some old.
Being bold, golden nuggets of suggestions.
Interjections will be sipping in dripping music.
Via ears that swallowed a delicacy.
As delicate as the child who spoke the words..I love nanny Livvi, tickled me.
Unknown before, thank goodness it's Friday .
End of a chapter, new understanding begun.
(c) Livvi

So, what happened to my sugar puffs.
Excitedly desiring.
All gone the taste of honey.
Just a bowl of cardboard, drowning in a vessel of milk.
With all the government's health kicks, I  kind of need a fix.
A little honey coated cereal, the honey has all gone.
I know we need to be careful of the things that we ingest.
The sweet taste of sugar puffs will always be the best.
The ones who make those sugar puffs, please give me back my taste!
(C) LIVVI

The dwarf at the bus stop dressed in his camouflage.
Trying to escape from a fantasy.
He was on his way to upper earth.
He toked on his joint as for the bus he waited.
Had icicles on the tips of his beard, or maybe just drips of the tea that he'd dribbled.
He wasn't young, nor was he old.
He sure as hell looked very cold.
My bus came, carried me away.
Off into the fantasy of another great day.
The sun gleams redundantly, she's not warming the world.
Today's missing Fahrenheit are making my toes curl.
(c) Livvi

Creeping along the kerbside,
Kicking at flowerpots,
The miserable ***,
who lives under his hat.
The black floppy hat,
keeps the sunshine out of his eyes.
His bottle in hand, as he staggers along.
This young dandy dude,
wanders along, nose stuck up in the air,
Looked at the drunk guy,
Giggled to himself,
he wanted some fun,
Actually fancied a laugh,
The drunk guy,
He snorted, farted and roared, red faced,
Ignored the dandy for a moment or two,
Then he thought out loud, "why the fu** are you checking me out,"
Posh boy grinned,  
A face full of mischief ,thought the old drunk  looked hot for fun,  like he wanted to play.
In his poshest voice, " Hey  you ****, you come over here"
If I give you a dime, you want a gift"
The drunken fella staggered over to see,
A trip, said the posh ****.
Said he'd send on a pure holiday,
Gave him just an acid tab,
Now he's flying free!
Got to ride that trip, 'til the end of time!
(c)Livvi

He is my dark haired bad boy,
I'm his crazy lady,
We have fun running together,
Dancing in the midday sun,
Crossing the stream,
A summers day escaped from a dream,
His sister sun,
She smiles at him,
She smiles at me,
No greater love have I ever found,
He astounds me with sweet kisses that reach into my soul,
My one and only my sweet lover,
He makes me feel whole!

A response to the poem he wrote for me!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Another day in the life of a nobody's wife.
Nobody there to get in my hair.
Not to be nagged by a.n.other.
No-one to tell me what I can do.
My money only my own can be.
Arguing with myself.
A pointless exercise.
Only exercise I get these days.
Is that I power with my pen.
Over the years became rather wise.
And yet again tell myself,
I love that being free.
I tell you too but, is it true?
If million more years fly by.
You know I'll still be me!

I still have a lonely bed.
No hand to hold.
A heart not cold.
A zany head.
Thank you my friend, I love that equation.
Once again I descend on work.
Comes across several more needy folk.
Feeling sore.
A belly ache or back ache.
Doc and I will put the world to rights.
For now how ever,
What ever the weather.
A trip up the road,where things stay the same.
Where nobodies wife gives nobody pain.
Hurts myself not again, I only give myself no more.
Guess what my friend, I miss it!

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Crunchy.
Foul dose.
Of a stringy thing.
Stranded.
Strung out.
Hunger pangs.
Not eating that.
Celery.
(c) Livvi

For Andy,Your poem, As Requested!

Early evening.
Noticed bus fifteen hundred and sixty four.
Just escaped the traffic jam.
A sticky situation.

Bus full of loons.
Tomorrow's future.
Acting drunk and immature.

Drove up to the factory gate.
Decided they wanted not to wait.
The gate was locked.

Gang of drunken loony tunes were going on the rob.
The scaled the gate.
Ran amok.

Wanted to see what was left.
The factory shut.
A scavenging they went.

Found nothing but a few old tyres.
A few circuit boards and a couple of wires.
Heavy boots the copper came.
To investigate their crazy game.

The students heard him coming in.
Ran away made such a din.
Jumped back over locked gate.
To await.
Return trip.
Empty handed on the fifteen sixty four!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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

In a last emotional csardas,
A hurry dashed in hectic trip,
From the sidewalk as she slipped,
Icy kerb afronts her eyes,
Slipped in front of cargo truck,
After a darkened dawn,
Of much deliberation,
Had enough insanity's pain,
Stage one, a drowse in melancholy,
In dream state,
She knew she had to go,
Made last retreat in sorrow's march.
Life became a chore,
Wanted it no more,

From melancholy stroll she rushed,
Stage two in dance's wild entrance,
Under the truck in disregard,
Felt the fender hit her hard,
Nothing else remained,
Except her disregard,
For driver,
The fear he felt trying to drop his speed,
Scarred for life by her own selfish deed,
Take this as a cautionary tale,
For this is write of fantasy,
May be feeling life is an evil curse,
Give help a chance,
May take a while,
Every cloud shrouded in darkness,
Conceals a new bright light,
Not always so forthcoming,
But, things will turn out right!

A Csardas is a Hungarian dance in two stages
I wrote this as a result of many train journeys to work being disrupted by desperate people throwing themselves in front of the train! It affects the driver, the passengers, and lots of others...no I'm not being harsh...trying to remind sad people that things do improve.
I'm afraid I don't do religion, but my regards to those who do **




By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Left my head in a cotton wool cloud,
Drizzle bathes my hair,
A halo of warmth exuded,
Sensibility is too elusive,
Thoughts and indecision bind my head, blinding my eyes,
Pink ribbons strap my heart to my sleeve,
Not mad, not really mental,
Sentiment got me,
I can't fight anymore,
Put my banners down,
Folded them up and stashed them away,
Don't want my pasted frailty revealed,
I hide under toadstools,
To avoid my own toxicity,
A ***** mess of misted glasses,
Can't see the wood for the trees,
The trees have more insight than me,
The grass whispers to my heart,
Telling me I'm gonna be alright,
I'm not sure, I don't feel right!
I wish I did, lost between here and there,
Lost, maybe I'm not anywhere,
I really don't care!
Poetry is my outlet, my way of escape,
Crushed, squashed like a superficial grape!
Livvi Kent June 2013

She arises from sorrow's casket,
trussed up in a dusky wedding dress,
yellow tinted cushions below her,
supposedly,
supporting her deathly pallid head,
somewhat discoloured,
looking rather distressed.
carnations and confetti unfurled,
sprinkled maybe as pretty portents abound,
a warning,
that maybe true love ne'er lasts.

Her man,
he sits longingly,
enduring his pain,
perhaps as a tragic hero,
awaiting,
almost to take the blame,
the blame for her demise,
beside her he crouches,
as she's sat,
upon her marble slab,

And yet again,
she rises,
yawning,
stretching out her immortal warning,

Poplars dress the mausoleum,
behind the greying pillars,
to the right,
a gathering,
a crowd small in number,
most impressed,
by non-committal of death's distress,
and her lover,
he sits,
and sits some more,
looking longingly into death's dark eyes,
while patiently awaiting her final tragic goodbye.
(c) Livvi

On a lyrical dance you led me,
As we danced you bled me dry,
You kissed me as you cowered,
While in the dark you fly,

In fear of fear herself ,
In dress of yellow cowardice,
Yellow dress shines brightly,
In surreal yellow light's destruction,
Soul mates locked in soul mates net,

Where fire flies turned into lies,
The mother lies of all invention,
Such words of ill repute,
A concocted potion,
Mind's creation,
Love died screaming,
Piercing night skies!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

**** chucking his weight around.
Hardship chap is sailing away,
Filling in forms on office computer.
From yesterday into today.
And into the future.

And **** he says you're much too early, got you by the short and curlys.
Chaps a freaking telly tubby.
Wearing no hat but, his jobs worth hat.
Me, well I am no snob.
Will be glad to start my job.
Sitting in benefit heaven.
Watching the security guard pacing the floor.
Snotty mother, him not me.
Benefits given for free?
The porky chap is joking.
Asked to use the lavatory.
There isn't one within,
Where on earth's this old woman to go to discard her gin.
(c)Livvi

She wrote of powers.
Of love and flowers.
Of magic treats.
And kisses sweet.
All upon a napkin.
Sat in a fast food joint.
Penned a menu for love extreme.
That tissue he took away.
A memoir of that splendid summer day.

Okay so it was winter.
He left it upon his bedroom table.
She left notes of love around.
He found them stashed around his place.
After she had run back to ground.
The *****.
Maybe just his ***** minx.
Left him trinkets in words.
Pricking his insistence that may she does matter.
After all.
Pride of man 'o'war.
Won't permit a fall!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

It was a chemical romance you know, pure chemistry between them both.
As if the fairy of passion had sprinkled magic all around.
She came out with her ******, as he held her in his arms,
Just a box of chemicals, not really magic charms.
She smiled, as he loved her, the first time in many months.
You see, really was pure chemistry!

She tried to get up and wander away, he kept on going all of the day.
Both of these wonderful lovers fancied taking a walk.
Felt rather uncomfortable, strolling with stalk!
(C) Livvi

Bouquet of Barbs! Memorial Flowers!

Sea of flowers,
Beautiful,
No ebb and flow,
In your presence,
Emotion felt,
A presence blessed in lonely solitude,
A final cheerio,

You will lay there rippling,
As just the crowds pass by,
The summer breeze will touch your heart,
Will try to raise a smile,
Pavement placed,
In tragedy's distribution space,

Few short days,
You'll be gone too,
With only memories left in view!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Pounds, 444 00 of them... the sale of Diplodocus frame.
A pile of old bones exhumed from the ground.
No longer living a tragic shame.
A magnificent creature.

Just a bundle of bones
To be put on display.
For the world to see.
A priceless treasure.

Would have been lovely to see it dressed in skin.
Still breathing.
Just one of his kind.
Complete such a fabulous find!

Don't know how reptilian dinosaur.
Evolved to grazing.
As modern cow.

A peek at what colour he wore.
When he was fully dressed.
Would have been the best.

Amazed at how ancient bones.
From the ground can cost 444 00 pounds.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Thank you to those mother's.
Inhabiting the field.
Always with a pregnancy.
To increase their cow juice yield.

Marched, by order of the dairy man
Off to the milking yard.
Whereupon,they meet the dairy fairy.
Who drains their udders dry.

These cows they make me happy.
Their generous donations.
Cover all the cereal bowls.
And coffee cups throughout the nations.

For me.
Black coffee in the morning.
Is not the nicest thing.
Fetch the milk from the shop.
Praise the cows.
Don't ever stop!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Superstition shouts.
Ladies and gents
It's the thirteenth, a Friday.

All better run and hide away.
Certainly, don't duck under ladders.

Today,
No way.

It's quarter to ten and I'm wasted.
Stranded in a chocolate dream.

Stuck in a sticky situation.
Where dreams have melted into goo.
Okay I kinda fell asleep.

I'm sweet and I'm sticky.
Not very pretty.

I digress,
It's just gone quarter to ten.

Sitting here feeling a bit of a mess.
End of the day.

End of the stress.
Where the hair of the dog brings only distress.

At the end of that day.
A day with no changes.

Where work went on as normal.
Scrawled over the pages.

Another day gone in sweet history.
This Friday 13th, contained no mystery.

Just another dollar, another day.
Spent today earning my pay.

Where patients came and patience left.
Here am I sat still feeling bereft.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Twilight crossed the evening sky,
Was a clear eve,
In early starlight I declare,
Saw shop of puppets appealing,
Almost calling out,
Some kind of lure, they'd called you back,
We had to stop and take a glimpse,

Now this evening,
My heels click clack across the cobbled square,
Desired another view of tragic puppets, looking blue,
From their incarceration of wooden hearts and bitter souls,
I too heard their suppressed weeping,
Sobbing tears despondently,

Looking through the dusty pane,
Visualised a figurehead,
Looked similar to you,
Wooden face stained with scars of tear stains,
Countenance of yours,
After I left you in the bar last night,
What veritable vision you now presented to my sight,

What kind of black magic kept you trapped,
For you were no bad man,
An occasional fool,
For now in the care of marionette curator,
In whose grasp became ensnared,
You were seized in a tragic subterfuge,
As a tragic marionette you dwell forever and a day!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In auburn the sun fell.
In crimson she rose again.
As a gift of entrancing love.
My flowers overt, with inverted bells.
An infusion of Lila , green and white.
The spring sprung forth from earth so deep.
Leaving winter doth but weep.
A scene from seasons.
Of row boats and true love.
Of coffee with cream.
Photographs on front covers of many magazines.
Periodicals they speak.
Peace descends amidst those flowers.
Many more hours.
Sun hats and short sleeves.
Mystically weaving.
Gossamer strings,
Such pretty things.
(c)LIVVI

Looking at that family tree.
Strung far and wide in Macrame.
Caught in a complex web of lies.
From yesterdays.
Those that went before, running into today.
There are good ones and bad ones.
Families that is.
Sometimes even rather sad ones.
The mother who slept with the father,
Who, then flipped to the uncle, who created who?
A rhetorical question.
Julie- Ann, she then discovered that she had an unknown brother.
The family love stretched far and wide, as at times the family members were denied.
Love to be close to recent ones, the family setting as the sun.
The draped macrame still hangs full of holes, stretched from bough to bow.
And darling sister was still a cow.
The son will always shine, an orb of of light after the darkness.
(C) Livvi