Torn by indiscretion of age as it crawls across a pristine white page.
Almost similar to the arachnid, with feelings caught up.
Spun deep into the fabric of a shining web.
Web, captured within it a prism,
A prism that caught hold of enlightenment.
Showering spectrum of colours so bright.
Reflection from your ceiling crisp and clean into your mind.
The zeal of age indeed, encapsulates your being as a very real man, be not emasculated, by the guardians of youth.
Zenith awaits.
(C) Livvi

******* imbued with full female form.
*******, full and formed.
Dusky and beautiful, as is the skin over which they dwell.
Filled with life and love for infant so pure and new.
Woman form so young so firm, a peach in a velvet shell.
She is not an object of ****** desire.
She holds in  her heart true love for one, for her ******* are swollen for her newborn son.
He whimpers, an enhancement of life giving flow, as his hunger builds up, his face it doth glow.
Her face glows too, glowing with infinite love, between mother and son.
Redder and redder, almost scarlet.
With  his hunger, he's calling.
Mother hears and so obeys, milk dropped tee-shirt obvious.
Whenever  he calls, night or day.
She is beautiful, serene, tranquil, natural.
Natural birth, nature nurtured.
He is beautiful.
She is young, the newborn mother, blessed with the swollen *******.
(c) Livvi

Inhabiting a goldfish bowl.
Swimming relentlessly in circles.
Getting nowhere fast.
Occasionally you vary your route.
You will swim the diagonal path.
Little deviation.
Detained in eternal custody.
Now and then you **** a pebble.
Or tickle your abdomen on a strand of plastic ****.
Of course you may be itchy.
I guess nobody knows but you.
Then they stuck a friend in.
You didn't seem to like him much.
A lot less space.
You wonder if we still see you.
(C) LIVVI

Dogs of War!

In a vulnerability of emptiness.
Lonely in a reason of neglect.
A huge dose of regret.
Fits with loss.
May the world not be be bereft.

The world has lost it's honey.
These are not sweet bees.
Ripped from hornets nest.
The toxic beasts repelled.

Court of the land expels appellant.
In a lore unto their own.
In an aphorism.
Of vacant statements.
Hanging in an old cold world before the end of days.
When dogs of war come out to play.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

A seahorse tossed on lonely waves.
Riding crests of fiery foam.
Rolls out at play with maids of mer.
Ducking and diving, reaching for breath.
Neptune grabs his chariot, corals his fragile babes.
Harnessed to his mighty craft, as midnight strolls o'er the stormy sky.
His ladies of mer are on the look out, peeping at the cruising ships.
Peaking and dropping as they toss.
A chariot of Neptune,crunched
Crunch, those rotting timbers ****** and blasted.
The vessel falls.
Succumbed to sea, to see no more.
No more the fatal ship to shore!
(C) Livvi

Once, my life I would have given, for the man of driven snow.
Purity in heart and crying soul, laced only with pure lunacy.
Provided by distillery.

He was beautiful, a gentle man, but, truly is a mental man.
My glasses misted with dripping love and body heat, bi-laterally
What a silly little girl I was, old and nearly grey, a wild child still wanting play.
In need of taming, but never whipping.
(C) LIVVI

Make dreams,
take dreams,
create them yourself.
Runes for ditherers.
Whispers on raindrops.
flowers on breezes.
Birthday boys and pretty girls.
Wearing bright white crop tops.
Bright pink cheeks and twisted curls.
Haircuts and elastic.
Fashion trends.
Cheap shop friends.
Call centre workers,
out to make an easy buck.
Poking folks.

Killing jokes.
He's preaching the end of the world.
How dare he be so bold.
To visit my front door,
garbage paper in hand.
The devil to capture have and hold,
hangs in the watchtower.
From this day, now and forever,
The aged leather sofa plethora of all sold lies.
Invite them not in, briefcase duos.
perfect smile.
See them coming run a mile.
Or just ignore the door.
(c) Livvi
This is obviously just my own opinion.

A silent silhouette.
He stands starkly in private corners behind his privet hedge.
The silhouette is that of a deceased poet,
recently passed.
Felix Dennis.
He was an amazing poet.
Filled with magical words,
I will miss our one sided conversations,
the ones that hundreds enter into,
maybe someone will keep his spirit alive.
Honoured Sir,
so honoured.
May your dreams not be as vivid as your words.
For as all poets seem to do.
The words flow in while resting,
and you may not get any rest.
(C) Livvi

Christmas Carol was really cute.
Spent every day wearing football boots.
A bright pink tu-tu and a gigantic floppy orange hat.
She sings mezzo-soprano.
While throttling the grand piano keys.
She thought the world adored her.
Believed she was the bees knees.
Totally full of vanity.
She sung purest of obscenities.
Such kicking fun.
Her Christmas drinking had just begun.
Two days, too early
Trying to get into the swing of the season.
Christmas, heigh-** one hell of a reason.
She struggled into her best Christmas sweater.
Just to hide her Christmas hang over.
Silly Carol.
(C) Livvi
I know obscenities aren't pure **
She sang them so well that she sounded angelic x

Woke up.
Just as sleep was drifting in.
I found I had been dribbling.
My pillow entirely wet.
Must have been dreaming of holding you tight.
Close in my mind.
May you please linger.
Maybe just maybe, I thought I was your baby and that you were holding me tight.
I thought maybe, I could have snuggled my self in a ball,
like a baby protected by you.
Perhaps you were stroking my reddish brown hair.
Probably, you'd kissed me gently upon my forehead or my cheek or even my neck.
No biting now, I may like it, but the boss probably won't.
You could always have rolled me over onto my back.
Gently of course.
Possibly, you said I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you.
I guess you didn't mean to either.
You kissed my hair.
I was gently lured back into the land of sweet repose.
I'm guessing sleep took over and no one ever knows.
Sleep's just mother nature's amnesiac.
(C) Livvi

The gas man visited today.
Tried to blow them all away.
Smoking setts all filled with fumes.
Bertie badger's done away with.
Bovine T.B.
Setts empty now.
All for the sake of some silly cow.
(C) LIVVI

Fallen Angel Part 2

The wedding bells all peeled out.
Pealing altering their sound.
Demonic couple twisted the night away.
Danced with the devil way too long.
Angel brothers distressed.
She had gone so very wrong.

She was not for use as evil's spawn.
In ungodly row.
Merely Satan's pawn.
Sirens screeched.
Lights flashed.
Into hell archangels dashed.
Legions of angels descended.
Chariots a blaze of fire.
Breached the gates of hell.

Grabbed fallen angel by the hand.
Wrapped in protective rug of holiness.
While angels of mercy bathed her head.
Soothed away her blackened pain.
Set her on their path again.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

You know what?
I need to hold you close again.
To run my fingers through your hair.
Missing you.
Front garden displaying it's field full of bluebells.
Nearly crunched an unfortunate ladybird as I walked up the steps, first one I've seen this year.
Daydreaming again.
Lucky ladybird.
You were in my head again.
Then you left, once more.
(c) Livvi

The ice maiden cometh.
Partied with her sun, perhaps.
A warning perhaps.
As continents are getting hotter
Encountered solar flash.
As in the atmosphere burns.
Icy spirits fly through December's sullen skies.

Eyes all out for Ison.
To see if she survived suns purge.
Or if like Earth she is destroyed.
Evaporated into gas!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Stuck rigid in a land of aching knees.
"Cracking legs," twas once reported, in a manner of  flirting flattery.
Now fully aware that they're contorted.
Sensation of eggshell cracking.
In ridicule of youth these joints scream, in blazing pain.
Don't hurt when I'm moving, perhaps the voice of pain is shouting out,
"For God's sake don't sit down!"
Maybe, just maybe someone will pass me a joint!
(C) LIVVI

Joy of Writing!

Dress me in a dictionary,
So I can dress my words in style,
In alabaster's innocence,
By silver sparkles smile,

Dress me with thesaurus,
To find the words to use,
Find me an allosaurus,
So my words can bite,
With blood red pain,

Engage me to a notebook,
Where I can throw my thoughts,
As they rise.

Find a tissue scrap,
Where I can jot my thoughts,
From in my mind an image find,
Paint a photograph of pain,
Precious thoughts in mind,
I find!

Camera sometimes lies,
In light's illumination,
Words only speak the truth,
From a head,
Well fed,
Blessed with inspirations gift!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Silver and Iced Diamonds!

There are diamonds under the soles of my feet.
But I can never find them.
They live at the end of my nose.
My eyes are blind to see them.
Carbon light angels.
Unbreakable.
Undeniable.

I wear no beautiful diamond to glitter on my finger.
For in my life love runs away.
She truly doesn't linger.
I don't want diamonds anyway.

The ring I wore was silver.
Etched with words of love.
Love didn't get a chance to stay.
Sweet angel dashed off with true love.
His other darling lady.
The lady poetry.
Badly, madly,
Tragically sadly!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

A congregation of homeless folk.
Sat on the kerbside.
It's no joke.
One man, his dog and straggling lady.
All struggling to survive.
They're just staying alive.
"Oh oh oh,staying alive"..in the words of the Bee Gees.
Somehow they thrive.
Just staying alive.
Slaves to government!
Disinterested.
Disinterred.
Dug up.
Another problem for babbling rabbling Britain.
Streets full of poverty.
Lovelorn strangers.
Never free.
(C) LIVVI

Broken spirits.
Walls of brick.
Smouldering pavements.
Fractured sticks.
Butterfly struggling sky.
Bright red admiral before thine eyes.
This admiral is not military.
Laying claim only to flower beds.
Bulldozers.
Not sleeping cattle.
Digging up landscape.
Hearing them rattle.
Lady birds in pretty spots.
Eating aphids'.
All they got.
Before they fly away home.
Perished woodwork.
Children gone.
Nothing better than mini beasts.
Once they were insects.
Now they're deceased.
-----------------------------

I'm going tripping you know,
Staggering into the bedroom of terror,
Hell on Earth,
I can't feel the floor,
Tumbled over the footwear,
that's left over there.

Fell over those clothes,
strewn under my nose.
Her smelly old slippers, resembling kippers,
Chucked on the floor just inside the door.
I know I shouldn't oughta,
Share my bedroom with my daughter.
We're both messy.
Piles of shoes,
just yesterdays news.
I nag,
she does too,
all over a collection of shoes and clothing,
Being tidy's not my thing!
(C) Livvi

There are scars etched on the forest floor.
Left by the deer that walked before.
Peacefully.

Upon the plains the mustangs run free.
Free of reins and saddles as they pass.
As they flee the flailing arrows flung from bows.
Kicking heels.
Fractured grass and sand that blows.
Impressions in sand that go with the wind.
Faster than the mustangs.
Still free.
Unbridled.
Until they're broken by the men.
The men, they chase cows.
Corralled.
Fallen.
No longer free.
Oh to be a deer.
(c)LIVVI

My words hang on a lemon tree, bitter and sweet, but swinging free.
A crust of pie, sat in a dish, tempting all to try.
Egg white and sugar, sickly sweet all fluffed up with air.
A combination of sharpness, a ****, just a little icky, but veritably sticky.
Shove them  in the oven, watch them puffing up, with peaks all glowing brown.
(C) LIVVI

Fallen Angel Part 3

Snuffed out the candle she held in her heart.
All feelings obliterated.
The smell of molten wax.
Spent matches magnified.
Love for Lucifer.
Collapsed imploded.

Rescued by the angels.
Determined not set her doom.
From depths of depravity was rescued.
Snatched back from the world of gloom.

Lucifer was angry.
Really rather peeved.
His mind was full on angry.
How dare angels enter his domain.
Their fiery chariots.
Built a strong channel.
How dare they breach the arch .
So free they ran between heaven, hell and mother earth.
Left Lucifer rather insecure.

Brimstone leaked.
Broke free from hell.
Would not let the angels win.
He could never tolerate angels
Venturing in here.
He desired no goodness.
Wished for no joy.
Decided in a rash decision that he would venture into heaven.
To catch his bride.
Maybe the cause of war all round.

Would carry on til wife was found!






By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Scrawny figures.
Skeletal in stature.
Starved of dignity.
Dressed in hanging skin.
Crippled by cruelty.

Terrified desperate fingers clutch the wire fence.
Begging for release from hell.
A convoy of sorrow are led to their demise.
Cruel release unanticipated.
The smell lingered heavy in the dark air.
A collection of souls in need of cleansing.
Needed physical cleansing not.
Perhaps mental release reached.
Sought out by tragic hands.
The shower blocks looked inviting.
Almost appetizing.
To wash away the stench of death.
Wholeheartedly inviting.
Filed in horrendously.

The furnace burning hot.
Waiting for another lot.
Let the horrors of the concentration camp not be forgot.
Never ever!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

If I could, I would, but I can't.
I wish we could as one.
Walk together into the sunset.
Walk hand in hand by a near silent river bank.
Where we can see darting fish.
Think they're enjoying themselves, never can tell.
Couldn't tell with you.
Maybe just drifting with the tide.
Like me.
I go to work to forget.
Got to live.
Memories of you still make me high.
Sky scraping.
Don't know why.
Myself, well still I  drift.
Stuck in a rut.
My memory destructive.
Holding me back.
Something I lack.
Riding ripples of quiet time.
Where deep in thought my memories get caught.
Getting distraught.
(C) LIVVI

Pain kissed pain with gentleness,
Via sullen kiss,
Entrenched,
Deep in surburbia,
Where all the world had pain,

Pain was burning diamond,
With graphite pen,
In hand,
She etched,
A line across his heart,
While trying not to breach it,

Love declared her heart of hearts,
Could never impeach it,
Crime was not against the state,
No true criminal intent,
Was felt,

She was love,
In sapphire dress,
He swore he never meant it,
Passion enriched,
In royalty,
These two,

Two supreme beings,
In fantasy of velvet dance,
Tripped around the floor,
In poet's choice,
Caressed in time,
While painting pictures,
Spreading rhyme and reason,

Pain all quelled,
Fear repelled,
Love trawled in,
Painted town all red,
Angels praised,
Sweet darling,
All pain is dead!


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The blind man in the corner of the pottery class, moulds his unseen wife between his hands,
He creates a figurine with slender arms.
******* in perfect proportion.
Hips of mature woman.
A bobble nose, with a chin that's dimpled.
Bob shaped hair.
All from the mind's eye.
With assistance, her eye shaped is made, brow line pinched into place.
Formed a skirt down to her feet.
Baked it in the rapid kiln.
For the day of Saint Valentine.
He made for his beautiful wife, the perfect treat.
(C) LIVVI

She was the soul of discretion, he was much too cool to mention, so she never did.
(c) Livvi

Daffodils kissed by raindrops ,and he's watching girls in crop tops, again.
They're younger than her, jealous be she at his sad fixations.
She doth concur that jealousy, be an involuntary sensation.
Could be repaired, if he showed her he cared.
He knows not how.
He cannot read her feelings like a book.
A tiny bit too young.
She is so precious, precocious at times.
You give her chocolates and she'll surely whine.
Rose red and white in carafes'.
Chasing tall women as leggy giraffes.
She's captured by the tiger's eye.
Waiting by the garden gate.
How much more must she wait,
For him to ascertain her pain.
Internal mental anguish, ripping apart.
The older gorgeous woman,whose young man stole her heart.
(c) LIVVI

A suspicious lump appeared in the pit of his tummy.
His woman, a professional in training noticed it,
She was also a mummy,
But not his.
A little education, a spot of worthwhile interest told her something wasn't right.
Sent him to see the medical man after a somewhat worrying night.
The doctor had a serious face as he forged forward with his diagnosis.
Orchids are such beautiful flowers,
He had to have his flower stole.
Had an orchidectomy.
Poor soul,
This chap, he had testicular CA.
Almost stole his manhood away.
Gave him a prosthesis, made of plastic.
Like a weird egg.
Pretty unpleasant, necessarily drastic.
The woman, the professional walked out of his life,
She saved his life, but was never his wife.
Now he's absolutely fine,
Alive and well,
After chemotherapy,
and a little bit of time,
No longer mine.

Something along the lines of mythical scary beast.
Standing on the cables.
Watching where he's stood.
Needs no execution.
Wants no plink, plink, fizz.
Watches you also.
When he's settled and safe.
His head flicks from side to side, guided by his eyes.
Just a clever scavenger.
Hunting the detritus left in a fast food bag.
No interest in how old it is,  
A stench of rotten chicken wrapped around discarded bones.
It's said the birds can not smell, but this fellow, he's truly tempted.
From his perch he invaded the packet.
Stole the contents my my what a racket.
The store fella aware of the bird, flicking and scratching at the paper packet.
Flapped his arms, shooing the bird.
Picked up the bag.
In more of a flap than the now perching bird.
Circle of co-dependence continued.
The raven, the ******* and the fast food store man.
(C) Livvi

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
Makes the mind begin to wander.
Sambuca shots make pussycats out of the simplest one.
Swimming round with coffee beans.
Alight.
Alive.
Smell the smallest taste.
Before it even smacks your lips.
Tongue and tonsil tickling.
The morning after the night before.
More pickled than an onion.
(c)Livvi

Forever basking in eternal light?
If heaven exists, may I find it.
Not in any hurry.
A slow meander ,
Down the stream of life as it flows.
To figure out my direction.
Most extreme pleasure may be found.
One day eh!
Can be sensed in the joints of aching bones.
Of standing upright garden gnomes.
Standing guard over pond life.
Water boatmen skit the film.
They're making a movie.
Winter's subject maybe skating on ice.
Don't see them much in winter time.
Summer's theirs and also mine.
The night is creeping in.
Darkness catching up.
It's cold.
I am too.
The weather is changing.
Been all over the news.
Life on Earth is almost hell.
Throwing coins into a wishing well.
They don't come true.
Just leave me broke.
Fried eggs on toast, too skint for yolk.
Hell yes, I'm cold and tired.
Still writing, trying to joke.
Livvi

BREAKFAST DREAMS.
So much for fancying porridge.
Stepped out of the door to buy some.
Got lashed by sky and her drenching powers.
Yesterday superlative.
Today,somewhat naive.
The wind and rain out there today.
Enough to bring me to my knees.
abundance of rain.
Sunday pain.
Have to think again!
(C) LIVVI

On the Outside Looking In

How sad it is when brave heart meets mad assassin!
On day lit street,
How cruel it is,
When daylight spreads her stunning wrap as shroud,
Young fellow,
Tragic life lost!
Appalling,
Barbaric *******,
Sin incarnate!
Let hell have no mercy on their vile souls,
Look inside,
Analyse,
Fire fed incubus,
Increment,
Pure disgust,
Realise,
Mass mess,
Damage done,
Community relations busted,
As two rampaged alone,
Dancing with devils,
Horrendous!
Religion whirls in chaos,
Paradise lost,
Solution zero, not grounded,
Tragic,
Agendas confused,
Misunderstood,
Hellish cost!
Crucify others with tongue alone,
Here I sit and ask that all this evil ends,
I know that it's impossible to have a world of friends!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Standing on the the ridge.
Staring out to sea.
Knowing at last that you love me.

Love lasts a long time.
Life time unsure.
A short time may be all we have left.
Mere seconds from all eternity.
Eternally yours.

You know I am indeed.
Knowing is not ours to say.
Such knowledge belongs to no man.

Stood on the cliff tops.
Thinking about two lonely souls.
Rafts riding the tide, unsafe.
Shoreline's too rocky, our love may be dashed.
The tide and time are ours alone.
may waves roll onwards over the rocks.
Rock pools, full up with memories, memories overflowing.
It's winter now.
The ice cream vendors left.
The croissants became porridge and bagels.
The straw hats and tee-shirts became jerseys and raincoats.
Umbrellas and friendly fellas.
None as wonderful as you.
(c) LIVVI

Tripped from a fantasy into a dream.
Now a sheer nightmare, or so it does seem.
Streets they were not paved with gold.
The love she shared became so cold.
Stranded on Atlantic beach.
Ripped up by the tide.

She tore to his door.
She sure wanted more.
Needed words to clarify.
Drifting position.
The driving force behind her fear.
Crashed in to the bus of tears.

She knocked his heart.
Entered it.
Back to front,
As inside out,
She turned it.

Knocked on his door and he hid.
That lily-livered man he did.
Was petrified like sodden wood.
Despite the fact his chick was good.
Blind he was he didn't see.
The angel of dreamers.
Standing there.
Licking her lips and teasing his hair.
Well she was me.
He was too scared.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Little clever poet,
Where Daddy wants to take a peep at all his daughters' writing skills,
A family trait I'm sure,
You write in your own right,
With poetic birds in their own flight of fancy,
This King and Queen your royal birds,
Created from your fantasy,

Darkness creeps into your world,
In a world where harmony and peace you seek,
When this world is cold and sad,
Lady Poetry makes us glad,
You and me and super Dad,
We find that poetry is able to spread a smile,
When caring for others has all gone,
Should the world becomes despondent,
While the world becomes broken, rather torn,
When humanity becomes lost,
For poetry, She is never to be ignored,
When you have the gift of writing,
Living so much more exciting....!

For Larna and Chris **
Love ya x Livvi **
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The Nightmare.

On the slab in total innocence.
From on high it fell.
Rescued by care.

Tenderly in safety.
Protected and cosseted.
Dear sweet thing I think.

From on high she blared.
Mother screeched how much she cared.
As if the Red Baron attacked.
Wanted to ****** my eyes.

Flying in bombs.
Causing such fear.
Ran indoors.
Safe haven near!

Impact must have hit my head.
For in the night.
I got a poison visit.
Dispatched from my mind's eye.

Woke up in a dozy state.
Get inside super quick.
Fear set in.
Made me almost sick.

That bird.
That scary bird entered my head.
In my dreams in wants me dead.
Tried to get back in my home.
How the could I break free.
Don't let her ire get me.

Should have pushed the handle down.
Shoved the door to set me free.
The racket I made released my fear.
Safe and sound was really here.
Woke up in blind panic.
Fear was manic.

Woke up in my room.
Wrapped in sweat.
Really no more need to fret.Left that dream deep in the gloom.
Realised I hadn't left my room!




By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

She sits.
Wondering how to reach the sky.
A fix of magic tricks.
To make her fly.
She'll cry for it.
Lie for it.
Maybe even die for it.

She sighs for it.
You can see it in her saucer eyes.
She's flying at last.
What happened yesterday's only the past.

Sky scraping.
Risk taking.
Meat hooks.
***** looks.

Bouncing on pavements with forbidden ones.
Daughters together and unholy sons.
Sniffing a thin line.
A hit, at a wild time.
It caught her badly.
Cut to ribbons.

Bites with sickness.
Bleeding out silently.
Mellow sounds of Stevie Nicks.
Beat through her brain, like kettle drums.
Living life supporting bums.
The gorgeous dolly.
Off her trolley.
Biscuit crumbs.
Missing mums.

Snatching supreme highs.
At the back of her chemical eyes.
Defiantly deviant.

For the life she once had retreated inside.
Her very soul defeated.
By the touch of the dealer man.
She beaten inside and out.

Uppers and downers.
Picks up out of townies.
And she's a singer.
Her song is sung for punters.

A taster.
A sample of what they're gonna get.
She looks at her discarded needles.
Set of works that work.
Another ugly fella.
Just another ****.

The working girl she goes berserk.
Ask her, she'll tell ya.
She's just gotta work.

Jupiter's rising.
Ecstatic moon.
Needs another hit now, it's hellish too soon
Slaps on her heels.
Finds appalling man, somehow appealing.

She plays for the pimple who stranded her there.
She no longer feels.

Life ebbing out of her.
Sold her soul for rock 'n' roll.
Questions the beautiful place that she lingers in.
Not beautiful.
Abysmal.
Dismal.
No choice.
Her song always the same, has little choice.

The singer wants her song to stop, but just can't find her voice.
Drugs sicken her.
Money all spent.
Stand up.
Be counted.
****** repent.
You bet ya, she can't.
Stuck in a hole, with a drug ridden soul.
Hunting for dragons, in the back of their wagons.
A ***** for old rope, a little more dope.
(c) Livvi

It's an eternal punishment.
Bereft of love in darkest place.
Got donation of love as the ancient sages said I would.
Only from time to time.
In a checkered history.
As queen on a chessboard.
Always being taken out.
My love spread across the pages of a dated tea stained periodical.
Written in love letters in pure poetry.
I cannot measure up to her.
Poetic justice.
That's for me
Was predicted by the seers.
Forsooth, that I shall die alone.
In a vendetta of being on my own.
Once unlawful utterance he gave to me.
I love you said he.
In him I placed belief.
In loves space I leave behind a wreath!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Breaking apart at the ****** of a knife.
The knife strikes, it crumbles.
Freedom being chipped away at snail's pace.
Weeks of abscence have weakened the reserve of the fervent heart.
Slower,slower, still slower.
Thinking became insipid today.
Wishy- washy daydreams,
Now a bat, in the caves of twilight.
Hiding.
Waiting to emerge from boredom's darkness.
Into the days of emeralds and opals.
Gilded edges,golden sky.
Nouveau riche November.
(c) Livvi