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

Drip drip.
And so it fell.
Water into the well.
Well ,down the sink really.
Okay so the tap washers perished.
The water running free .
So annoying, can't turn it of
(C) LIVVI

Intoxicated on the reminiscent spice of love laying dormant in a heart of natural golden hue,
Love is skinned in pelt of glory flowers as morning glory rises,
Rising to the heights of passions' kiss for an eternal dance,
To endure love through hours awake, until the joy of sleep doth take,
Stroke a spine with satin touch ,
Fingertips party dancing in cordate motion,
Aching feet soothed with soft massage, in unspoken message of love!
Livvi Kent 2013.

Remember how I picked you up?
Held your hand.
You stumbled into the depths of fear.
I could feel your trembling hand quaking in mine.
Me,I was aware of the sweat of cold breaking out from your beautiful skin.
Didn't feel sorry for you.
Never will.
You are strong as self.
Myself, yourself tangled in a strange dream.
Your panic attack ate you.
As mine eat me.
All consuming.
We are two of an unkind kind.
Frustration I encounter.
Capricorn.
My stubborn loyal man of love.
Gifts to each other.
Given from powers that be.
Whoever they may be.
Don't want to be with you forever.
Just until the twelfth of never.
Never want to live with you.
Now and again to grab your hand.
A few more times to write together.
So we can scratch the moon.
Etch writing for the world see.
Things we can do together.
As one you and me.
Firm believer in poetic justice.
With heavy duty destiny.
Non -conjoined  twins.
Unrelated in real life.
However.
In joint interests we're twins.
That's just you and me!
Copyright  Livvi Kent  26/09/2013.

A last dance at sunset.
The sky falling in.
Blood moons, eclipses.
All ending too soon

Sleeping in bed.
Lonesome as ever.
Playing chasing games.
With the land of never,
Never ever.

Never know more.
Not ever lest, neither.
A bite out the sun.
World's a survivor.
The river's turned into blood.
Flowing.
Washed up on the muddy bank.

Vermilion, orange, turquoise bright blue.
This place is a mess and it's all about you.
You, who no longer exists.
A pain in a hear felt.
Missing a beat.
So sorely missed.
Gone forever.
Love in a mist.
(c)Livvi

Take your lilies.
Discard them.
Throw them in death's deepest bin.
Instead bring me roses.
Violently dressed in raging red.
Violent not in physical way.
In violence as in passions play.

Can't afford red roses?
Make me tissue ones.
Break to bits an  old coat hanger, with a pair of metal clippers.
Over which you must mould the form of petals.
Created out of tissue.
To ripple in the breeze.
Never again my darling will you bring me to my knees!
Tissue paper flowers will never make me sneeze.
But should they  maybe make me cry.
The floral tissues deconstructed could wipe my sodden eyes!
(C) LIVVI

Sporting the battledress of the warrior queen.
Her eyes wide open.
She's unfurling black banners,
while spewing venom, at the blackened retching sky.
Midnight crisp approaches,
as she grabs the sullen one,
Smashes through his barriers,
She is the chosen one,
And she sings to him, provocatively, luring him in,
dashed onto gilded rocks,
For he too is the chosen one,
the son of sighs,
deliver me from death,
I beg,
oh so unholy one,
Once again, he smiles at her,
deliverance curtly,
through teeth ,
blackened by his spite,

As morning light breaks through the sky,
he stops and stoops and wonders why.
On hell and Earth, in spite of heaven,
Why did he bid goodbye to his wild warrior queen,
the royal one,
So regally attired in ebony black.

For you woman,
you seek only the sycophant,
Believe him not,
It's all a fake, a disguise behind which he hides,

Forget her not, she  still wants you,
Wants to rip your **** in two,
no chance at forgiveness,
for making the lady blue,

You,
with the faces of loyal Gemini,
you state,
categorically state,
the woman, the one,
that woman,
And f**k, as inside you walk, right in again,
As inside you go again,
Here you go again, letting your passion, cause more pain.
(c) Livvi

Watch your eyes guys.
Eyes despise them.
Hit a raw nerve as they cross the path.
Tried to run off to work in a hurry.
In front of me they block the path.
One grand upwards blast chucks them inside out!
People with umbrellas, really make me cross.
More wild than the rain and wild wind themselves.
(c) Livvi 2014

She hit the deck in the land of Aurora with an ‘orrible bang.
Awaiting a grin and a sun kissed smile.
As boldly to chase her luggage she went.
She waited a while to research her smile
Hold on, hold off.
A huff and puff.
She’s lost her stuff.
Can’t find her rugby kit.
Oh dear!
The trip of sky cruising.
A whole lot of losing.
Glowering at the carousel.
All the luggage came and went.
Her clothes nowhere to be found.
Lost them as she hit the ground.
Poor girlie, not a stitch to wear.
© Livvi Kent 2014

Over the clouds envisage the crowds,
They're milling as ants in their bright stripy pants,
waving and pointing,
Sun bites their eyes,
they're squinting,
concentrate on the aircraft filled skies,
they dance in formation,
the planes that is,
all through the skies,
they are red as flying pillar boxes,
darting rapidly,
almost as if they're wanting to catch the mail.
English tails of red white and blue,
I so used to love them,
How about you?
(C) Livvi

***** wears red coat.
Flushed in blushes.
Secret blushes.
She works for a finance company.
Covers the rent.
Plastic heels.
Feeling lonesome like a mountain pine.
Tickled by simple things.
Reliant upon simple men.
Not gentleman driving Bentleys or Rollers of Royce.
Silly *****.
No choice.
She's not a fox.
Nor is she a *****.
Just a pen of fantasy.
I'm bored stiff sat upon my bed.
Silly inspiration crept into my head.
LIVVI

She knows him so well,
that dude he's really swell,
she knows him inside and out,
like an old stained tea ***,
with marks inside,

she knows him like a sugar ***,
complex crystalline granules,
they hit the spot,
his perfect sweetness,
is hidden,
in a heart that is ridden
with disaster as his middle name,

she knows him as her favourite mug,
the handle broke off,
he's more like a jug,
discarded in bits on his tatty old rug,
a chip on the edge,
well he has some of them,
complexities of modern day men!
(C) Livvi

Hatred.
Bigotry.
Audacity.
Loss of freedom.
Dignity.
Colour identities.
Racism and religion.
Wobbly football world.
Kick it.
Love all.
Dig decency.
Care compassion.
World wide, high fashion.
Smashing borders.
Obeying orders.
(C) Livvi

THE ROYAL WEDDING
Today,
I'm standing proud as a soldier,
but,
nowhere near as brave.
My eldest son is to marry today,
He is a fatherless child,
he wears not the tee shirt.
He is a total gentleman,
His father,
I know not,
for once,
I was a wild child.
His father is never to know him.
I'm sure if he did and I did too,
He too would be proud,
as stunning as a peacock.
If I knew who he was,
My son himself would be aware,
but,
sadly it's too late,
no difference could it make today.
The sun is glowing.
In my heart and in the sky,
just a few clouds knocking about.
Today's about my son.
Starting a true love life,
with his novice wife
My son he makes me proud,
My son and Stacey, his bride,
I wish you all the realms of good luck,
on this your very special day!
(c) Livvi

A magic floor show.
Floor show of syllables.
Hotchpotch box of nouns and verbs.
A powerful infusion.
Cast me a spell.
Maybe using,
Celtic herbs.

Better still poetic words.
I wish that with sweet sorcery.
That that sweet man would notice me.
Be attentive to me.
One or two of my needs at least.

Rip off the lid.
Be glad you did.
Press release.
In a box of spells was stored.
A sweet sanctity of incantations.
Painted blue imagination.
Maybe red.
Hop in my bed.
Summoning my mischief man.

If I could get an eagle to ****** him in her claws.
Up up up away.
As fast as she can.
Carry him to my place just for today.
Got to drop him on my bed.
With a little luck drop him on his head.
Obviously don't end up dead.
Hit him with a little sense.

Send him back to me.
Wrapped.
Unwrapped.
However he comes.
Christmas paper's not a mistake.
Could do with a decent gift.
Still feeling rather miffed.

Stick him in my stockings.
This nurse is for shocking.
No desire for a thicko.
Certainly don't want a sicko.
But I shan't say what I want!
Except a renewed friend request... LOL
(c) Livvi 01/12/13

Vroom vroom,
splutter splutter,
she so struggled,
did the woman with the raven hair,
she forgot to service it.
Once again.
she was in a mega dash,
to sweep the moon,
in magic fash'.

Her potion full up with emotion,
she had just discharged,
blooming clumsy woman,
she spilled it on the deck,
she lost her lust for life.
If you look a little closer,
You may even spy a tear,
Trickling from the eye of the witch queen,
so precious and so dear.

Her alternator was broken,
her spark was flaming gone,
her broomstick battery,
hell,
it was totally flat.
Looked like that was that!

Along came Merlin,
He gave her a jump,
from his magnificent techno machine!
Her newly ignited besom,
lurched forward into life,
She cruised the moon so super,
It was just last Sunday night.
If studied through your telescopes,
Looked very close indeed,
while you stared up at the super moon,
You may just have seen the witch queen,
flying past delightedly.
You may have even seen her smile,
as her exhaust spewed moons and stars,
Thought maybe it's time for a car.
A little less trouble,
Hubble bubble!
(C) Livvi

Stumbled from a dream,
Tripped along a silken path,
Flowers bless enamel,
Got diamonds in my bath,
Candles twinkle merrily,
Verily,
As in his mind I bathe,
Always!


His pleasant presence, swirls before my eyes,
Blessing my cheeks,
Scolding my tears,
Souls not sold,
Between two, of sparking minds entwined,
Always in each other's thoughts,
A tryst of mutual trust between us,
Lives,
Paradise not lost!

Stepped from a page,
Straight into a fantasy,
Where you're still you and I'm still me!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Time sprouted wings.
It flew away again.
Faster than Concorde on a dash, very noisily,  one quick breath,it's gone in a flash.
As indeed is life.
If you snatched it again, would you have the same wife?
Or husband perse.
Wish that it could be turned back, maybe so life could be reviewed?
Same old mistakes made again?
Who ever knows.
If we had our time again, would we  want to change a thing?
(C) LIVVI 2014

I have a tiny teddy bear, with a tartan collar.
It has a bell attached, just so I can hear it playing.
It sits silently on my pillow during daylight hours.
I gave it a name.
"Edward Surprisingly."
Someone bought it a rain hat.
Can't remember who.
I swear, that I heard the ringing it's jingly jangly bell the other night.
The darkness seemed to echo through the atmosphere of night.

Today I went to work.
I got in rather late.
Went into my bedroom.
Just to change my clothes.
I parked my posterior on my bed.
Expected to find him.
Smiling at me in a bear sort of way.
On my bed, right next to my pillow.
Nothing's there.
Not hide nor heel of Edward.
My ever faithful loving bear.
Heard a strange ringing running through my head.
Went off to investigate.
Edward, my lovely diminunitive friend, was curled up in my grandsons bed.
Maybe,
Just maybe Edward, had realised that the baby loves a teddy bear.
Rather more than me.
He felt that I'd neglected him.
He thought I didn't care.
I did.
Edward was my confidante.
He knows all things good and true.
A few bad things too.
Hoping in my heart of hearts,
that he doesn't tell you.
If he did I'm lucky, as baby, he so cannot speak.
My secret's safe with him as well.

(C) Livvi

Somewhere in the world my loves.
Love is missing.
Missing in ministries, filled with the cry of the heartbroken wenches.
Stuck there perhaps for ever.
Muddy trenches.
Lined with lace.
****** soldiers losing face.
Their whips made of satin strands, taken from chocolate boxes.
Locked up in closets from the school of hard knocks.
Long lost in mines, emptied long since.
Little old ladies, with cute purple rinses.
A receipt signed in dragon's blood for the pain that they gave.
Save for the memories of snowdrops in June.
Once he stood there in doublet and hoes, a classless cavalier, who left much too soon.
At the base of his mountain from where she once fell, lived a tale on a lion and that I can't tell.
Only the lion can, the lion he's the main man.
(C) LIVVI

Cursed is the day you crossed my path with silver.
Your words were golden.
Once upon a stale fairy-tale.
Wishes of kisses.
Wiped off with a rag.

The coffee was hot.
It burnt me to bits.
Scarred my being in disrespect.
In a world of flying saucers.
Maybe fantasy,
Perhaps not.

No being will perceive nor understand.
The love of an angel.
Or just maybe a mere eccentric man.

My love now died.
From the words of a mortal sinner.
No-one can be a winner.
Hear now a silent goodbye.
My love did not die screaming.
Just left with a whimper and a gold rush of tears.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In this unreal reality,
How does it feel to be blind,
In an abyss of ignorance of the darkest kind,
Eyes are locked under heavy lids,
Encrusted under layers of dust,
Evidence of life long gone,
When leisure time was pleasure time,
For you are not deceased,
Your heart beats on in tragic solitude,
The chill outside, encases a fiery interior,
Banners laid aside,
Stuck tight, trapped within trends of poetic justice,
A judicial reward, not retribution,
Poetry is our solution,
For she opens eyes to vision,
Dissects the world around,
Recants impressions of visual images,
As imagination plays,
Surface sights alone, conjure no imagery,
To see vision for what it's really worth makes life enchanted!


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

On the grass, green as we are,
We kneel beneath the eyes of heaven.
My sister and I.
Knees stained with dry mud and the stains of the grass.
Washing them clean, a thankless task.

My sister and I.
Breeze blowing.
Spring tree tops tickle the sky.
We sit and relax as we chat about men.
What a pair of old hens we are.
Sat there under the summertime time tree.
We're sat on a nest of manic wild ants.
We're scratching and itching, cos they got in our pants.
Between the two of us, we gave up on romance.
Sat on the lawn.

A little forlorn .
A pair of old maids upon wild tirades.
Ranting and raging under our breath.
To meet a new man spells certain death!
We smile and we giggle about the last ones we lost.
Counting on fingers, those truly lost.
And maybe missing them still.

Love in essence a bitter pill.
Hard to swallow, still.
We stand up and leave.
For you, I still grieve.
We brush off our knees.
With a hay fever sneeze and tear gritty eyes.
All fed up with lies.
Our minds fly away to a past summers day.
A day, a reflection of love's imperfections.
Home we go, my sister and I.
(C) Livvi

Stubborn as a stupid mule.
No flexibility.
Like playing games, with worldwide fools.
As a malevolent spirit, games of control ongoing.
Words of politicians, grating on eardrums.
Becoming noisy to extremes, let noise and hot air be all it brings.
Hurting mentally, tormenting with concern.
Let these dreadful threats recede!
(C) Livvi

Rips me to pieces,
tears through my soul,
A monster of hate,
I do truly create!
Nails in my back,
archangel attacks...,
It's all cloak and dagger, I find,
I stand tall, controlling,
it's a fight with such might,
'Tis not quizzical...
comes on a whim,
A bite of desire leaves us in a mire,
we wallow,
with no desire to swallow,
Filth, it spouts through eyes only seen ....
world through spectacles tainted with green,
Monster she leeches,
her fangs razor blades,
When your inner soul she comes and invades, screaming vile tirades,
She's just a witch, she's  truly a *****....
She gets in your face putting chaos in place!
Guess what, nobody cares,
when jealousy comes to her selling her wares!
Jealousy will **** what we have if she can!
Won't let her in, I won't let her win,
She won't knock me dead,
cos my heart is bled,
wrung out and now,
totally dead!
(C) Livvi

Earthquake erupts from the core,
Lava bubbles as beautiful earth reaches destruction,
For once not the impact of mans misuse,
A pressure cooker,
As heat increases,

Tiny delicate butterfly ***** her wings in the breeze,
Antennae taste the air,
Sensing the impending tsunami,
Swamping the other face of her force,
Once blessed world,

Buildings destroyed by vehement wars,
In terror as inhabitants,
Fly in abject misery,
News reports feed sorrow,
From all corners of the globe,
A globe with corners,
Well I never,
Well I can only hope I never anyway!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Farm Animals!

Entered like a lamb.
Meek and mild.
Spent time with me.
Capricious goat.
Licked me like a passionate pup.
Visited me a playful pony.
Loved me as a stallion.
Kept your **** for Sunday lunch.
And then galloped away!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Scratching, creeping outwardly from the land beneath the bed.
She lays and sleeps and she tosses and turns.
Her feet curl up and she wriggles her toes.

Who is it that's there laying with her?
Nobody knows him,
For he is the invisible man.
He reaches up.
He's touching her hand.

Again and again.
He will not commit.
He knows that he loves her.
He will never admit.
She could make him happy.
If he gave her a chance.
But today is Thursday,
he's out on the town again.
Sporting a smile.
The invisible clown.
He doesn't want a lover, who can never see his face.
He's ashamed that she will never see his expressions.
Nor will they be felt.
She will never stroke his face, or kiss his cheek.
She can't find him.
A game of hide and seek.
No matter how hard she looks.
Aha, a bright idea.
A bag of flour at her side.
She flung it all around the space.
Wanted to see his funny face.

Atishoo, he sneezed.
Flour caused an allergy.
Respiratory arrest.
Mouth to mouth dutifully given.
At least she got a proper kiss.
He choked to death upon her floor.
At least she got to see his face.
A little too late!
(C) LIVVI

LEATHER AND LACE

I don't need a man anymore,
unless he fixes washers in taps.
Unless he can change a fuse and amuse me.
Perhaps.
He can keep me occupied,
That will never be denied.
My space can never be invaded,
I love my own place.
Adore my own space,
never will I step down and lose face.
I'm all dressed in leather, but wrapped up in lace.
I left silly little notes of love hidden in your room.
You found them and you giggled,
The big hard man stuck in his place.
He never realised his hard woman was made of leather and lace.
(c)Livvi

The spirits of the dead.
They're fleeced as naked sheep.
They hang cold and desperate.
Howling over desolate isolated moorland.
Screaming on the gale.
The linger just a moment, where man nor beast exist.
This ethereal racket, caused by the sharp and biting gorse bush.
It's scratching wounds, deep into grey shadows,
Left overs of spoiled souls.
(C) Livvi

Blue.
Like him.

She's blue.
Like the sky.

Filled with winter rain drizzling finely
Waiting to be released.

Asks why.
Why on earth words of truth.

Became contorted into lies.
Lifted as haze over the morning stream.

Hovering as heavy vapour.
Weighing on her troubled mind.

The lady thinks.
Maybe much too much.

A timid touch.
Her gloves are violet velvet.

Streaked with stripes of sun's touch.
Not so long ago.

Oh so cute.
He was so **** cute.

She the dame, whose tongue now muted.
The lady for who,

His love for her, he disputed.
Was so vilely refuted.

Words spoken and wrote.
Fell onto eyes and the ears of the stubborn old goat.

Such spite shown.
Think she needs a drink.

Feeling green.
He's making her sick.

Maybe she's mean.
Okay
Afraid she's not.

She thinks,
She sports a smile.
Masking the tears.

Sometimes she's mellow.
Sometimes she's not.

But rare moments of magic.
Such magic never will be forgot.

All she has left is a heart.
A beautiful heart vacant and hollow.



By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Welcome to Southampton.
My home.

From the bowels of the ground.
Roman history found.
Bones of legions of soldiers, interred.
Trinkets, medieval of iron and brass.
Safely locked away undiscovered.
The city underground, now found.
An excavation of city life from ancient days.
Museums forgiven for  Victorian remnants withheld.
Now set free for all to see.


Delivered Titanic in majesty unto evil seas.
Where devils of ice took a chew from her bow.
Reflect on what became of her now.
Where folks sang in harmony, as anchors raised.
Her magnificent  glory, all beauty praised.
And children played on the quayside.
The future was locked and lost at first berth.
Monsters of seas snatched her from Earth.

My city my home.
Steeped in histories mysteries.
Kept safe in the diaries of time!
(C) Livvi

In-vitro lumps and bumps.
The **** of the unborn mammal, rolls through amniotic sea.
Son unborn; procured, of Eve's daughter, rides the belly swelled.
Scratches of purple, stretch they engrave my honeys tummy.
Face of the unseen as yet, expectant in excitement.
Eager in anticipation.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Will be done!

As if eternal punishment.
For sins not been committed.
Bereft of love in darkest place.
Get donations of love as the sages said.
From time to time in checkered history.
Spread across the pages of a dated tea stained periodical.
Written in love letters in pure poetry.
Poetic justice all for me.
The poet man for he can't see.
Was predicted by the seers many moons ago.
Told by those soothsayers.
Forsooth that I shall die alone.
In a vendetta of being on my own.
One unlawful utterance you gave to me.
You gave it as the perfect gift.
You whispered I love you as you got on the bus.
Stranded betwixt the angel, the devil or the deep blue sea.
By ladylivvi1

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The princess isn't really dark.
The light bulb it exploded.
Left  the poetic princess ,
with nothing but a spark.
The princess, she loves nature,
Flowers and fresh air,
Somehow that sister's twisted when she doesn't need to be.
Ahead the road is widening as she's heading to the light.
Walking slowly in autumn,
Seeking fresh daylight.
As the autumn brings with it winter chills,
The setting sun will fall,
From winter hanging icicles,
New snowdrops peep through the chilly crunchy grass.
The heart no longer breaking as crystal shining glass.
Perpetual changing moments, she is a jewel in one mans crown.
Her beauty sparkles wholly a fizz of lemonade.
With kisses soft as summer fudge,
Strawberry cheesecake and custard ****,
Remember when you next see her,
This pretty lady has a heart.
(c) Livvi

Flowers!

My baby bought me flowers.
Lilac roses.
They were terrific.
As terrific as virtual 'Triffids'.


My love, such beautiful flowers.
He thought he could eat me.
He said he loved me so.
Next thing that I knew.

I was  his plant food.
A little fertile fertilizer.
Fed to those roses nearly blue.

Closer I went.
Moved up to study those passion flowers.
Up close and personal.

So wanted to smell those roses of lilac.
As lilac roses meant true love.

The one I thought I'd found.
That wouldn't break my heart again.

Instead that rose it bit my nose.
Gave me loads more pain.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I shall hold you close as you take your last breath.
Stroking your hair as you slip away.
As a last request.
I will kiss you.
As I know you're leaving.
With my tears.
I shan't wake you.
I will whisper goodbye.
As you slip into the land of eternal night.
But I won't sing to you...
My voice is that of harpie.
You deserve sweet tenderness.
The best that I could give!
(C) Livvi Kent 16/10/2013

Tribute to Lee Rigby

Now we all know your name!
All so sad.
Taken so cruelly!
So young,
A tragedy,
We cannot fix,
I sit on my bed,
Hurts so much the tears flow,
Can never know nor comprehend...the cards that you were dealt,
The only thing I offer you is condolences,
Heartfelt,
You family speak your wife so sweet,
God Bless You Honey,
REST IN PEACE!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Bees once buzzed.
In summer sun.
Spirited souls.
Skirted over flower beds.
Their gift of honey.
Sweet creation.

Sipped mead with thee.
Sampling in contentment.
On the riverbank.
Where willows once wept.
And children still cried.

A soldier of fortune.
Passion abroad.
Vows of love written.
In blood.
A eulogy to thee and me.
Claret sparkled.

Dripping from unholy tongue.
Drinking in the moment.
A vampire.
Hidden from the sun.

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Drowning!

From the edge of the rickety ancient boat you slipped.
Hit the water with a near silent splash.
The water is tropical.
Yet.
Sensation of ice nips as your being slows down.
Melancholy of nothingness invades your dying brain.
In shock.
Rapid loss of conscious thought.
Before you drift deeper into unconscious lapse.
A real need to sink or swim.
In self preservation.
One last vain attempt.
The brief pain of realising.
No ground you feel beneath your feet.
Would love to panic.
Your fight's all gone.
In what should have been a desperate panic to save yourself.
You became aware that all was lost.
The bubbles dance to the surface of life support.
As the last bubbles evicted.
Heart breaks down.
Dying in this deluge.
Water.
A salty effusion body's dying rush.
No time to gasp.
No time to cry.
No-one even realised you had died!
By ladylivvi1

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Sons and Daughters!

Two sons standing tall and strong.
Essence of British.
Defend their own free will.
Guard well their family a fighting force.
Soldiers of fortune.
With Ink marked skin.
It is their skin they're living in.

Eldest defends, his sons all three.
Brother and sister's.
They all protect me.
Even when I muck up.
Yet another time.
Stand strong.
Defending one another.
All defending me.
The woman of many mistakes

Loud and proud.
In both actions and deeds.
Two young men who do protect.
These English men so true.
Sister's reputations cossetted.

My daughter's of which there are two.
The youngest.
She is really beautiful of face.
She plays the mamma keeping house.
Her baba's cooking slowly.
In the safest place to be.

The other the eldest of the two.
She is not maternal.
Another pretty lady.
More natural in her style.
Loves to travel.
Adores sport.
Football and rugby her best friends.

If I had a crystal ball.
My predictions they would be.
My family not divisible.
Little daughter will be a perfect mum.
Eldest daughter.
Clever one.
Will do much more than she's doing now.
She really is a brainy cow.
My boys will build a huge success.
Empires of their own.
Between us, at last.
My lovely family.
We'll work as a team.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

At seasons change.
Be their gardens sparkled with snowdrops, bowing their peeping heads.
Diminutive in a flood of alabaster, blasted with vibrant ****** leaves.
Colours laid upon the grass.
Moving months the changelings evoked.
My space pray be sprinkled with realms of scented flowers.
Soft scent in springtime.
The flowers die and dry.
While I mature to perfection.
And so the sun blazes hard and strong.
Summer beckons the coming of hay.
With the hay the harvester calls.
Their leaves tumble.
Christmas is coming,
The pines are whispering in the breeze.
Longing for their freedom.
To put on their best clothes.
'Tis warm in the living room.
Avoidance of the winter snows.
(C) LIVVI

On the watchtower she stood.
*****.
Arms reaching to the sorry sky.
The sorry sky that cried.
Flowing hair tussled by the storm winds.
She's watching out.
As a sentinel she's guarding her heart from further pain.
A mariner creature she was.
Sailed on love's stormy seas.
Now washed up on the shore.
After being dashed upon sharp rocks.
Just once.
Once was enough.
She is soft.
Tender, no iota of tough.
She adored him.
She swears her love won't melt.

She will never love again.
Her heart is stone.
Protected.
For unholy pain, damaged her love beyond relief.
Where only angels fear to tread.
Only there,
This lady's love will leave it's head.
And there forever, her brazen head shall lay.
Wanting nothing more than lust.
Her heart tho made of stone.
Now smashed into smithereens of dust.
Broken, shattered all illusions.
That solitary witch.
Insensate as only true love lost!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The joy of death is courting you,
I pray that she can't catch you,
As pungent death stench surrounds you,
Fills your nostrils as they flare,
Remember this world is full of richness,
She  the lady poet,
Really dearly cares,

Wait until the time is right,
Lock deaths chains of mania,
Safely out of  sight and mind,
Amid the chaos that you find,
Clocks tick melancholic funeral dirge,
A beat of their own,
In a harmony of discordant sorrow,
Carried on the winds of change!
Livvi Kent 09/06/2013

Seven Days too Long!

Not because I miss your love.
Because, I miss your silent voice.
The voice of screaming angels.
Can be wiped away with cotton wool.
As cheap foundation from the cute face of the fool.
The fool who dared.
She who made you love again.
Although it were uncool.

Destroyed by the silence from once great friend.
This broken heart can't ever mend.
Hell,
Me I wish he was still my friend.
I am not a stalker.
Nor a sideways walker.
Out to make you itch.

Did my head in.
Life's a *****.
But me,
Me,
I value friendship to the bitter end.
Once again I repeat my friend.
This broken heart will never mend!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Fear came and chased the soul.
Down empty road so lonesome.
Where one and one made only one.
Girl with smile of pussycat.
Claws torn out.
For real.

Gutted as a house on fire.
When fireworks collide.
Throw me not sweet tear drops
For love once strong and proud.
Decried for all your minions.
Very long and very loud!
Without a tongue.
So no-one heard.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)