What frightens you so?
Stuck in the recesses of your mind.
A fear so dear it cost a whole being.
The excitement of meeting, a shiver, a quiver,
The arrows all flew away.

Not going to battle for ever.
I beat my retreat on rice paper drum.
So fragile.
So sweet.
My wings are folded.
Now I leave on foot.

Slowly I creep through another barren desert.
My head held high.
I can look you in the eye.
Smile sweetly and say 'hell' it was good for a while.
Without paranoid fear it could last many miles.

This feisty *****.
She's rich.
What we had was never bad.
Weird.
Maybe a tad.
You are cute.
Somewhat mad.
Never bad.

You are indeed beautiful .
Long live you.
Long live I.
Thank you for your treasures,
Glory to the art we share!
By ladylivvi1

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MOVING ON
From here I stroll into the darkness,
From the land of known knowledge and ready made friends,
I'm walking on air bubbles,
I have friends I never thought I had.
I kiss outpatients goodbye with big hugs.
I take my gifts home in a plastic bag,
all full up with memories.

And now I'm reflect on my colleagues,
sorry guys,
you all fit my jigsaw of reflection and recollection.
I have no favourites in my team.
We all work in unison.
I have Mandy and Karen who don't want me to go,
but you know, I have to move along,
I have Rose and Terri who steer the team,
now that our dear Sister Diann left,
Allison left and came right back,
she must have known on which side her bread was buttered,
Aga, my friend is going,
will be bouncing back in a nurses dress,
Tracey, was the first colleague,
I saw when I was interviewed,
the first person who said "hello", you see I remembered.
Erline and Gill are both angels,
Maggie's much the same,
George and Charlotte,
I met you the first day that you came to stay,
two doctors in the making...good luck to both of you.
Mark is off to train,
off to find a new career, a proper little life saver,
he'll be great at that,
most definitely he will!
I am graced with knowing Lauren Dean,
she wants to be a midwife,
I know that she'll succeed.
Louise, well she is learning loads,
I was so delighted to find Julie S, had come to join our team,
I was touched by your cute little special gift..
and also the gift from the eye lady who made me cry.
Dr J, thank you for my flowers,
you made my day, thank you
We have a collection of newbies come to play,
don't know them that well but, I hope they stay.
Min and George, I appreciate you buying my silly books.
Kirsten and Kayla, I'll miss you both.
I'll miss you all as much as I can,
the receptionists and medical records,
especially Adam (LOL, winks at Kayla),
you all play a crucial part.
If I forgot to mention you,
Then I'm sorry,
you're all great,
all part of a memory well spent.
I'm getting tired.....
several patients asked me if I was retiring tomorrow,
Good God,
do I really look that old.
Been a long day.

Thank you all for your good wishes and gifts,
It's going to be another river to ride on,
I'm sure that I can swim.
Time for me to love and learn.
(C) Olivia Kent

A staff of a million skeletons will attend to you today.
Should you become unwell.
The walking dead will sort you out upon these festive days.
Hark,
Listen hard.
You can hear their bony feet clacking on the ward floors.
No ears to hold their scopes, nor neck to dangle tubes upon.
Missing eyes in hollow socket space.
Surgery out of the question.
Without eyes much too dangerous to mention.
No visual assessments.
Palpate your belly.
Icy fingers scratch.
Always have cold hands.
Write their ward reports in blood.
That which once was yours.
They keep it in a cookie jar.
Fed with anti-coagulants.
Last time you were admitted.
Stashed away for the ill to use exclusively on Christmas day.

The nurses are worn out.
Fingers worn down to the bone.
Listen once again as all those patients moan.
A cold bed bath.
The nurses hands are sorely chilled.
Had no time to eat today.
Only one or two around.
That's all the staff they found.
The angels became bones.
No time for their breaks.
While festive moments are magic.
Only get ill if you must.
Won't be very long before the staff turn into dust!

By ladylivvi1

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You came in as a snowflake.
Laid on me in winter's chill.
Loved me like a hurricane.
Soothed me, kept me warm and still.
In a flowing tide of stretched emotions.
You went and left me high and dry.
It was but two years ago today.
Lost my heart like yesterday.
Your heart was oh so set asunder.
You fell in love with the lady Liv.
Who two years on now doth forgive.
The angel of the fifth dimension?
His name too toxic now to mention.
(c) Livvi

The Wild Park!

In a vague and hazy love song,
We're dancing in the dark,
Where flower bands and garlands,
Are skipping round my head,
Where fairies kiss me on the ears,
To chase away my tragic fears,
To make wild magic of their own,
In wilderness land,
Such luscious bounty found.

Lain in the park under the oak,
Looking at the sky,
You and I, Thee and me,
Laid beneath that ancient tree,
The bees were crowding round the bark,
Having their own sweet party in the park,
The sky was bright,
Came out of dark,

Wandered through the wild garden,
Beauty seen before my eyes,
A combination poppies and veg,
All laid in the flower bed,
Foxes left their gloves behind,
So hum drum people can find,
Some very strange and weird plants,
So beautiful I'm tranquilised,
In this garden of romance!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

May the next summer  coming  be laden with the succulent  scent of ice cream and honey suckle.
The scent of the newborn baby due to come in April's next whispering breath.
Lay fresh amidst the daffodils of springtime the second grandchild of spring.
Three grandsons born in summertime and one at Christmas time.
Santa Claus brought Luc for Ben.
Another wee laddie, yet again.
Totally overrun with little men.
I have to wait so patiently to see what the baby is to be.
Tonight, I spent the evening holding tight to the heart of my baby grandson.
Oh to be trapped.
Held tight in my chair, for if I  move he will stir.
It felt so right.
The topic of many many poems before, now he's  doing so much more.
He's nearly crawling.
Bawling less.
Forging forward every day.
Waiting for his  first Christmas to come.
(C) LIVVI

What is?

What is love?
Love is the heart in a scarlet robe.
Glowing and knowing.

And,
What is beauty?
Beauty,
the wonder held close to the soul.

What is wealth?
Wealth is a dragon opulent,
Wanting for nothing.
A being inhabiting.
Only the periphery of modern day life.

What is pride?
Pride is the lion,
That fits in a group.
Something resulting from pleasure's achieved.
Pride is the precursor to God awful fall.

And
What is friendship?
Friendship is a french kiss.
Leaves the ******* tangle of metaphor.
Knowing true friendship,
Needs no explanation.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Made -Up Fantasy!

The marauders have stolen the sun.
Her blaze they captured in their nets.
Glorious orange hue went far askew.
Got lost on her way home.
Etched demands made on marble.
For her immediate return.

The Gods of Heaven and Earth declared.
The robbers they shall burn in hell.
Predicted in the oracle of light, love and life.
Saw the harbinger for potential doom.
Oblivious in their read request.
Declared the world was in a mess.

Thieves needed to make a buck.
Sold the sun to unsuspecting one.
Thought that she may warm his cave.
In doing so he sealed his grave.
From Hades came the hounds from Hell.

Stole her back no backwards glance.
The innocent cave dweller.
The poor fellow was captured with the sun.
Sent back to where the world began.
To dwell in darkness for eternity.

Sister sun got aggravated.
In doing so she re-inflated.
Catapulted back to heavens gate.
Stars bowed in her honour.
Angels, cried that's not denied.
So Glad, was not too late
She shall burn on in glory!



By ladylivvi1

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Little Things Matter!

Small is beautiful.
Little things mean such a lot.
The newborn scented baby laying in the cradle.
Wrapped up in mothers' love.

The tiny hummingbird flits before thine eyes.

Eyes of little children.
Smile in blind delight.
They never saw Santa.
When he visited that night.

A tiny little lady old.
Curled up upon the ward.
The immense amount of life and love.
Deep inside stored.
Waiting to die in a silent goodbye.
Taking her memories with her.

Some I'm sure.
Left with her kith and her kin.
Who keep loads more.
Under their skin!

One more tiny thing immense.
Consoles, controls the world.
Words of one two three maybe more.
My darling I love thee.
Please end all vile war!




By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

What an amazing summer it's been.
Late in coming, blazing hot.
Into the bathroom and kitchen I rock, stopped in my tracks but not by a flock.
A swarm instead of big fat flies invading my space in front of my eyes.
Am I in Amityville?
Flies of biblical proportions.
Horrible annoying things.
At least those bugs don't have stings.
Saying that however the wasps are out in force of course.
Several folks with allergies this summer's flaming tragedy.
(c)LIVVI

Lyrical!

Sing me a love song in dulcet tones.
Strum my love in acoustics.
Tickle the spot with your tongue.
As I will tickle yours my friend.

Pray screech not like tom cat.
Wailing in response.
A message to his cute queen.
His lady in waiting.

Softly ripples.
Sensitive *******.
Highly charged.
Animal instincts.
Passion blessed.
True passion bled in songs.

Tenderness in words.
Loyal and true.
Not really the tom cat.
Thought the whole world knew.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Don't f++k  with my heart.
You broke it apart.
Torn it to ribbons of tainted flesh.
Cardiac muscle shoved through the masher.
Knots in white hanky.
Tied them for who.
He never knew.
With sweet tender words written on lace.
In a loyal heart  he will always have space!

Nice one squirrel she said, as she smiled at him and nibbled his nuts .

Senior moments,
a reflection,
times gone by,
the young ones,
they think us crazy,
we are not,
we carry on our shoulders,
experiences learned,
reparations of broken hearts,
separations and marriages of minds,
times of celibacy,
fingers sometimes burned,
fiddling with things,
things we don't want to talk about,
events of nothingness,
our children,
apparently they love us,
occasionally they prove it,
we prove to them entirely,
that as grown ups,
we're not truly mad,
our levels of interest,
considered somewhat obsolete,
in comparison to the focus of  our maturity,
but,
as adults we must remember,
we don't always know best!
(C) Livvi

You look like the devil ,when you're playing.
The guitar man with the face that contorts, he's cavorting.
He's a player, an angel slayer.
He drops to his knees, before his brothers and sisters,
All fallen angels.
Dark demon with love in his eyes.
Fallen angel's demise.
The demon is her lover.

And the she ***** is single.
She's dancing on shingle.
Long the devil may play with the *****,
who is single.

A face full of stone cold sober guitar.
The guitarist, the angelic
mother of lust.
Moth eaten wings, pretty things,
Golden mind without no strings.
No dulcet tones, just lonesome moans
Noisy wails.
Discount lover bought in the sales.

And the she ***** is single,
She dancing on shingle.
Long the devil may play with the *****,
Who is single.

Let the devil play on.
One look and she's gone.
(c) Livvi

TOMORROW

It is to be the first Friday of Ramadan,
no particular creed,
not Muslim or Jewish,
in particular,
all seem to take the blame,
so much ******,
diversionary tactics,
kidnap and ****** lust,
take not the children,
take not another,

I'm sure in all religions,
the prophets,
the Gods and idols,
declare thou shalt not ****,
unless of course you fancy Jihad,
humanity, well veered from the path,
for Heavens sake,
it's got so lost.
There are angels and demons,
deities and things to be,
and things to come,
but are they done?

Love your brothers,
love your sisters,
There is too much to lose,
We are human,
we should dig into our hearts,
to find compassion,
and you wonder why,
I don't do organised religion,
I'm sure you do,
they say all's fair in love and war,

I care not what religion you follow,
nor in whose name,
I care for all my fellow men,
in equal measures!
(C) Livvi

Lifted!

Bump, ouch, bump, bump, bump.
Eaten by a vile chill.
Squelch, squish, try to stand.
Wants to find a human hand.

A seriously soggy bottom.
Sat upon the pavement chair.
Icy cheeks of crimson.
Laced with soggy hair.

Pelt pelted with drizzle.
The drizzle's very busy.
Nearly busted bitter cold.
Her malady.
She broke her hip.
As she's so very old.

It was so sharp and harsh,
That beast, that Gust.
It knocked her from her feet.
Sat in pain.
Such pain.
Waiting for the medics.
To scoop her up and take her to the hospital.
Keep her safe and wholly warm.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

THE BULLY
They kicked her like she were marbles,
They thought, she may enjoy it,
it was all a bit of fun.
Well they enjoyed it anyway.

There were whispers hanging on the grape vines,
But, the teachers never heard the words,
or maybe didn't listen.
As vipers they spat poison,
along the buzzing gossip lanterns,
fuelled up by the cruelty.

One and one and one made nine,
as the rumour mongers, spun their yarns.
Lucy, she said her clothes were cheap,
she looked just like a *****,
they said.
Anna laughed at her,
at the same time as she watched her weep.
Karen kicked a little more.
Not an ounce of conscience was displayed,

Helena, she led the ring of the *******,
the cheerleader for her victims distress.
What nobody knew was that,
Helena,
Helena,she was a victim too,

A victim of her mother's hand,
Daddy was a raggedy drunk,
who beat her black and blue,
Her culture one of cruelty,
was her catharsis,
A toxic enzyme.

Made her life much easier,
when she could dish the dirt,
When someone else was being hurt,
she was the leader of the girl's brigade,
it made her feel important,
she mattered for once.
for the first time in her travesty of life.
Helena was the victim too,
The victim of vicious circumstance!
(C) Livvi

Loving You!

Love she holds a trumpet,
Which fills the world with joy,
Such a fantastic sound,
As she raises her love banners,
Ornate in wondrous glory,
Red and white profound,
Feeling blown away,
As love is all around,
Perhaps another fairy story,

Unfurl those flags of treasure,
Spread them high through turquoise skies,
Darts of sweet love's fireflies,
Skittish through the twilight,
In a slow dance we waltz,
Loving's such delight,
When the other's lovely,
And when the time is right!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Hear those echoes.
In the darkness a voice cries out.
Reverberating around the temple walls.
Baby can you hear her .
Can you touch her soul.
Can you feel her heart beating in your hands.
Kisses full.
Linger unrepentant.
In your head.

Became vacant.
Lost in time.
In a blast of septic memory.
Vomiting undigested echoes.
A millstone of last time.
Drowns the minx miss.

Mourn her not.
As she forgot.
Engraved emotions.
Scribbled pencil marks.
For maybe they can be erased.
Scarred perhaps.
Scratched your soul.
Left it grazed.
For eternity and so much more.




By ladylivvi1

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Party's Over!

The party's over.
The drink flowed.
Soothed nightly as comforter.
As protector.
Met supply with demand.
To instill peace by distillation.
Exuberant excitement as the bubbles exploded.

Caused a blast of violence.
Adam's daughter.
Eve's son.
Hid from Satan on the run.
Alcohol created explosive wit.
Taken literally.

Vengeful attack on the silent ones.
Concealed in silent corners cowering.
In fear of what was known.
Defence impossible.

Screaming on the floor in a corner of his own.
Wailing in a solo chorus.
He needs another one.
Needs another drink.

She's hiding in the living room in a non-existence of her own.
Daughter of the strong woman corrupted by love.
Perhaps love.
Love was for her Satan.
As the drunkard took control again.



By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The morning entered gently.
Opened my eyes to breaking dawn.
Hopped in the shower.
Let another day for me be born.
A day at work.
Such fun.
Out to dance in morning sun!

I read some words some pleasantries.
Always do before I leave.
In my poem 'Obsession'
Stuck with pen.

I can be free.
Free to read his,He's free to read mine.
Because the gift of time allows me to read and write before work.
For me I am the crazy ****.
Have to read at least before descending into work.

Yes, I know I used the same word to end my line twice.
Lucky really, could be thrice!
Still too dozy.
Pretty unable to think enough.
As yet to change my words.
Still a little tired, but that's tough!
So let me leave with morning birds!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

If mommy was a vampire and daddy were a werewolf...the combination of these soulless beasts maybe, an uncouth youth.
Crawling in woodland in the centre of night.
Vile being with playing when winds up.
I pray take flight.
Run like the wind sweetly innocents.
Hope they don't catch you as you flee.
Only advice I give to thee.
Fashion a stake from an old Oak tree.
Hope against hope,
You'll soon be free.
Sunrise.
Surprise.
Open eyes.
No more to be said.
Awake and alive.
Not dead.
Relief.
(c) Livvi

Get your hat from the peg sweet child.
Protect your skin from mottling.
The sun is baking gently.
For here we are walking along the river side.
Where we shall pick banks of bluebells for free.
We shall smile and giggle.
Watch swans swimming by.
Heraldic and beautiful catching our eyes.

Behind the fence live the goats,
Strange creatures they are.
"Watch your bonnet Dorit,"
They'll steal it if they get a chance.
Curious creatures they are.
A family, of three.
Billy, Nanny and Delilah .
They are so very friendly.
They'd love to break free.
But their sweet release has nothing to do with thee or me.
Their eyes follow us.

We carry along on our summertime jaunt.
Nearly home now.
To our right a large cow.
If cows can smile at us, I'm sure that she did.

Indoors now.
Our bluebells in vases.
Bonnet hung up.
Undone ribbons and bows.
Shoes off.
You said your feet were sore.
I'm rubbing your toes.
To make them feel a bit better.
Evening is coming and she's needing a sweater.
Evening chills not thrilling.
Her bed is calling, she is so willing.
She's falling asleep, at the end of the day.
"Goodnight Dorit. "
(c) Livvi

What you give is what you get,
You learn to live,not to regret,
When fashion dresses life,
She just wears the current trend,
When love she sits there waiting,
For emotion to reach it's sorry end,
Defiant in a fireball,
On her and her alone,
The real lady, one on whom you may depend,
The other our sweet poetry,
Is riding on a wave,
Not sinking,
Never ever,
No extinguishing,
Not a doubt,
The spark became ignited,
Lighting up the dark,
Maybe the strange things that we say,
And weird stuff that we do,
Fits with life's agendas,
As one and one make two and poetry makes three,
You and I invincible,
Happy but forever free!


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Pets they give us cherished love.
I love my dog so very much.
My funny fluffy puppy.
Stole my shoe.
Just one.
****** dog she won.
Had to go and buy some more.
My shoe for work it was.
It is no joke the blooming beast
Did not bump her off!
No matter how cross I got.
I could hurt not!

I wish I had a rabbit.
It would not steal my shoes.
However;
Everywhere I'd walk would be filled with rabbits poohs

Thought I'd like a *****, but have one anyway.
It doesn't bite or scratch.
But it's a ****** lovely cat.

My cover envelopes me.
It's letting in the cold.
I have a spot of heartburn.
I'm guess I'm getting old.
My once true loving lover, he's been flirting with another.
My mind and jelly belly have been playing silly jealous games.
I think I'm a soppy teen.
Maybe I wish I was.
In a reckless lack of sleep the woman sits and weeps.
Not crying,the eyes are sore with tiredness.
I so hate lacking precious sleep.
My eyelids are brimming,as heavy cement.
Jesus Christ, I hate these nights when I'm not feeling great.
(C) Livvi

In receipt of penance posted,
As in a love letter,
Hosted, from a flower bud,
left rolling in the mud,

Letter screams,
I love you,
From in it's purple haze,
Lifted up and dropped me,
All in one day,

You gave me your heart,
I threw it away,
As ancient trash,
I wanted romance,
You led me a dance,

Was a rash decision,
Chasing on a mission,
A fight to flight,
When passion bites,
With vampire fangs,
One who never writes,
not poems anyway,
Pen chases pen,
In pursuance scarlet,
Drowning in blood,
As vessels spill!

I cared once,
Not anymore,
You used me as your rampant *****,
Saw you during day preceding,
Realised where I stood,
At last ,
First sweet fellow,
Here I leave you firmly in my past!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In the land near death I sit.
The death that comes of sleep.
With heavy head and sodden heart.
In a flush of wash away.
Today
Long day.
Dark night.
Head tumbles.
Pennies almost weigh my eyes.
Keep them locked tight shut.
As I bid your world goodnight.
Livvi Kent 09/10/2013

Who can stop this thing called love?
When she's stuck firmly in the grip of winter's icy finger tips.
The seasons changing are not noticed.
The sky is nearly always black.
The sun shied away always.
Hiding behind the clouds.
The pearly droplets of perspiration are merely the tears of the insincere.
Wiped away on a handkerchief with a name embroidered on it.
***** old cotton rag.
Boiled in the laundry.
The stitching all became undone.
His sobriquet was love itself.
She's over him.
Heigh- ** she won.
(c) Livvi MMXV

Birth develops into marriage as folk grow.
Wedding rings and precious things.
All trinkets in life's treasure box.
Makes for divorce from a marriage of minds.

Love anew for one or two.
A second chance, not marriage tho.
Maybe to last until the end of blessed time.
With luck.

As the sky rips apart.
Sprinkled with pastel pink.
Maybe portents of potent storms to come.
Morning moon glazed.
White feather misted cloud covering.
Almost icing sugar dust.
Seems to protect her presence from winters icy blast.

Early morning.
A plane rips a bright slice through the sky.
As she journeys home from temperate climes.

Roofs dusted with the gift of Jack Frost and his magic wand.
The morning changes hue.
The ice slips into melting hearts.
As love shouts loudly till death do us part!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sitting in a daydream,
While waiting in the purple haze,
Why on earth can I not escape, this ****** awful maze,
A maze where darkness lives and dies,

All I hear, unearthly hum,
The beating of the kettle drum,
The listeners are screaming on,
Hear an unholy din,

Fighting crazy battle, that I can never win,
No matter how the fighting goes, it runs eternally,
Battle stations flying flags,
Tagged with golden edges,
Balancing precariously on bleeding ledges,

This 50 year old funny bird is learning how to fly,
A fledgling in new flight,
Release my wings to fly away,
Let me live to breathe again,
To escape the mundane dirge,
Release my spirit,
Let me purge,

Trapped in nightmares,
Wanting passion,
Almost more than life itself,
I live the life cos I have too,
Very little choice.

Stuck in situ,
Lost in space,
Put a smile back on my face,
You're probably the only one who can!

(YEP, I'M TALKING ABOUT POETRY)!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Loved Cancer!

You are the cancer that grew.
Creation of your good intent.
Your feelings a virtual ******.
Scared all hell from you.

Hell.
Most of my friends.
I knew them before you.
A hand of friendship offered to most who wrote.
Friend held out hand to your three ladies.
Cool trio of delights.
As in real world I was your catalyst.
Your cancer's trigger.

The day I met you I was cursed.
The man who wanted cancer is rather,
Is rather hell perverse.
For when love's cancer developed you loved suffering her.
Now she's gone.
She's been excised.
You sit and cry your tears alone my friend.
Cry into your toxic cup.
Your cancer's in remission!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

He looks into a dictionary.
He reads it everyday.
Nibbles it for breakfast,
Gives him indigestion.
He ingests the contents.
He puts together a crossword.
Finding words that fit perfectly.
Describing a scene aptly.
With no paint and no camera.
Sometimes his words give him flatulence.
And his words blow you away.
(C) LIVVI

In London's fair city, the girls are quite pretty.
The men are quite hot.
Although some are not.
The pavements are grimy.
And foreigners slimy.

The wealthy hold their positions of power.
The seat of the country, gets broke every hour.
The Thames flowing freely, picks up  loads of junk.
Just a flowing mega puddle of mud.

But, still London has a certain je'n'sait quoit.
An ambient image of city lights.
The hustle and bustle spread over the kerb-stones.
Stained with old chewing gum, no trace of gold.

And still it enchants and forms new romances.
Maybe London, will bring second chances.
To those who are looking for a little more life.
Maybe mere husbandry, not bulls and cows.
No farming involved.
A marriage of sorts, but being nobody's wife.
(c) Livvi

Me thinks the end of the world is enroute.
Can't see the horsemen yet,
all I see currently is four *****,
carrying *****,
one named Putin,
one named Cam,
cam- ***** that is,
the third portent carrying Obama,
number four is one huge ***,
it carries the fighting factions of Palestine and Jerusalem,
upon it's breaking back.

And along comes Mr Reaper,
In robes of black,
he has eyes,
he sees,
he speaks,
words in tongues,
he's waiting in the wings,
he's defying his good friend war to come and play.

Together they pen poems in history books,
together a treaty writ,
declaring the end is nigh,
The books will be lost in night skies,

They may still be diverted if the imbeciles,
stop, look and listen,
to one another,
with a gentle ripple of commonsense
The reaper,
well,
he may still be turned away until the time is right!
(C) Livvi

PROGRESSION
The ice queen,
She's clearing out her lair,
Step inside if you should dare.
Her heart is melting slowly,
it really needs to beat some more,
it's pumping passion,
love and lust,
it's a sad heart,
bleeding real tears.
It needs a good supply of love,
given from a chocolate box,
clutched only in a satin glove.

She needs the sky to melt,
maybe fall as sweetly scented rain,
not snow or hail.

All Hail, the ice queen,
She who bringeth,
Feelings forth and fiery,
Digs up lost emotions,
Devoted to love,
Maybe,
if she can shake off sorrow,
like a wet dog in the rain.
Plough the fields and scatter,
make new love once again.

"Come unto my parlour", said the spider to the fly.
(C) Livvi

It's April Fools today.
Thought a laugh I would relay.
As child of nine or ten,  was given some astounding news.
Heard news from my teacher, a wild Mrs Knight.
She relayed a curious tale.
The tale of the ***** gentleman, who maybe being a mental man.
Rode Victoria Falls from top to bottom fast.
Mrs Knight she told us, that black man washed out pure white.
Finding this rather hard to believe.
That a teacher could her class deceive.
She was a yarpie, sung her story as wild harpy.
I remember very clearly the image of Mrs Knight.
With the face of a teabag and blazing red hair flaming bright.
Teachers in training always beware.
Ex pupils remember your lessons.
Years after they were there!
(c) Livvi

In a fantasy garden bright,
Swathed with emerald fires shine,
Red,white and blue with cobalt's hue,
Laying peaceful while sleep protects a blistered soul,
Charred by memories treason's,
Bathed now,
Soothed,
Languishing in realms of rest,
Escape from realities domain,
Sit, relax,
Listen as she recounts a tragedy of fractured pain,
Captured pain on fragile tongue,
Wash the pain away,
When tragedies past,
A sacred sweet elixir!
By ladylivvi1

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Ecstasy in the Morning!

Embrace me.
Make me wet.
Drench me.
Lay with me on the grass in the morning.
Obsess me.
Hide me.
Keep secrets from my eyes.
Bless me with wet kisses.
All over my body.
Waiting for daylight to come.
Autumnal morning.
He falls over himself to cover my body.
Moisture soaked.
Enough to last till noon.
I missed the morning's mist today.
On the train.
No running through the fields.
No playing in early morning mist.
Just another working day!
By ladylivvi1

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Papyrus!

Love contemplates creating the end of the world.
Between two poets.
Each with banners unfurled.
The madder it was, the madder it is
Was undeniably so real.
Love crucified lady and gent.
Everything was totally meant.
Blazing soul, dripping in the mid-day sun.
Now waiting impatiently to die.

In broken voice with sodden eyes.
He cried and held and held some more.
Wanted his love not to go.

Back in her domain.
Upon papyrus scroll she wrote.
Okay poetic imagination.
Papyrus just really tatty old piece of paper.
A letter, which became a portent of almost certain doom.
Weighed a tonne inside his head.

So still in bits she sits.
Wishing that she hadn't sent.
The letter led to her demise.
Still she sits and f**king cries.
By ladylivvi1

He is not vile.
He shoved her carelessly out of his space.
Buried her under a pile of rubble.
Some kind of punishment for bursting his bubble.
Does she care.
No, not her .
Has desire to come to him.
To scratch her way through soiled skin.
So she can spit toxins in his unjustly vile eyes.
Just like the ones he spat in hers.
Toxins like the ones he poisoned her with.
Jesus,
Her brother, her fellow man.
She's glad to be free.
Such an atrocity in fair English city.
He held tight the rose of England.
Nicked his finger on her thorns.
It bled red love away.
She wishes like his kisses, that she were dead.
He thinks he wants that too!
But he knows his bleeding finger lingers.
Hidden somewhere in his heart of memories so tender!
By ladylivvi1

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He was her friend in pen and lover in life.
Never to be his mortal wife.
He missed her thus much.
Missed her kisses,
So much missed her touch.
Her wishes.

Reality dawned.
It all got too much.
His pen hid in his wings.
Reminds him that she will always be there.
With buckets of love and tender care.
That chick with the auburn hair.
By ladylivvi1

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Do I need to tell thy, how in unity we are matched as one.
In malediction, created by malaise.
I speak out.
Have such fire filled desires.
So be it tall and strong thus spake.
Decadence in morning song, of buds and birds and bees that throng.
If I could christen dragonflies,so I would set you in my heart, should do thus by pure means indeed.
If only I could form such trysts with all those dragonflies.
I wonder, am I just being me?
If I could hold thee in the morning it would be my brightest hour.
My tears would dry and maybe then I should be set free.
Released to fly away.
Only God knows that I love you, and only God knows why.
You creep along and stroke my heart, mine eyes are by thine blind.
(c) Livvi

Waterloo evenings.
The sun descended.
A million ants nightly milling.
Fighting over stairs.
Escalator space invaded.
A melee of short-cases.
A.K.A Brief cases.
Wheeled by city nutcases.
Some in bowler hats.
Some in stiletto heels.
Trying not to trip.

Always in a mad dash to trip to homes.
In one place or any other.
The hub in which the hub-bub dwells.
Full of noise and body smells.
Sense the wafts of perfumed air.
Along with tramps their vagrant souls.
Whose body odour and their very being.
Are discounted.
Cheap at half the price.
Coffee from the coffee ***.
Aroma of enticement an invitation to partake.
Whistle pierces the air.
The train's at platform number five.
By ladylivvi1

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