Find me a bent carrot.
Good god .
I need a nibble.
Find me a crumpled pepper.
Goodness me.
It's not a *****.
Find me a queer shaped cabbage to ravage.
A cauliflower, that looks like a dolly with crumpled hair.
Do I care of course not.
Find me a plum with a misshapen ***.
Get me a mucked up parsnip, with slender waist and awesome hips.
Fetch me a swede.
A cheap off shaped one.
Love veg, oh how peculiar.
Aesthetically pleasing.
Probably not.
Served up for munching.
Not going to rot .
(c)LIVVI

Watching *** happening on T.V.
A cold and lonely silent night,
oh how I wish 'twas me.

I yearn for the touch of my fellow man,
just a little lonely.
A blessing in disguise,
disguised in a cloak of invisibility.
He lives far away in my floral dreams.
Perhaps,
he is a symphony,
written by you,
and played in me.

Come along,
make me wet,
trickle round my thighs.
Intrepid fingers,  
please venture forth,
dig and delve with gentleness.

Nothing more, nothing less.
So hungry,
hungry for sensation filled ***.
(C) LIVVI

The leaves of the oak decided to fall.
The autumn lays them on the ground beneath their mother tree.
Bent down to touch them.
One crinkled leaf.
Many coated the mud ridden ground.
It was one near dry leaf I found.
Astonished to find this dead leaf, had a little bit of life retained.
Was wearing a winter coat.
I picked it up.
Ran it through my fingertips.
Touched it close upon my lips.
It wore a dry and furry coat.
Not visible.
It seemed so sensitive upon my skin.
When you stumble upon an oak leaf on the ground.
Touch it, feel it.
you too may be astounded.
(C) Livvi

The shadows are falling.
As apocalyptic horsemen chance at invading sullen skies.
Murderous intent of mental men with mortal minds.
Chained onto saving grace.
Grace is sporting a smile across her pretty face.
She knows you know.
The trees are blowing in cold June winds.
The abomination of failing fast.
(C)LIVVI

Feeling still.
The touch of lips as we kiss.
Chapped lips,
They hurt as we kissed.
They split and were broken as were we.
What once was love in it's truest form broke.
We two became sore.
As a pair of minus ones.
(c) Livvi

Empathy,
Not sympathy,
Bright,
Not dull.
Caring,
Not scary.
The love dove beating her wings.
In her beak only beautiful things.
Poppies,
Not lilies, nor nettles.
Poppies thrown overland as memorial of battles from the lands before.
We are peaceful of perfect heart.
We love our world so dressed with art and creativity.
Let our planet live and breathe.
She is glorious,
Sustainable life.
We love the world,
The world and her wife.
(c) LIVVI

The most learned of astronomers, philosophers and medical men state man is born to die.
Timely sands starts flowing, in-vitro.
Before you first open your beautiful eyes.
Opening those eyes, to first see the light.

For, as a child, odd moments occur.
You could potentially be dying of fright.
Just me having a chuckle.
Not wanting to believe life is minute.
Oh, so scared of dying.

At some stage in life.
Children can't conceive the fact, one day all men have to die.

Once upon a time.
I was said child.
I grew.
I started to ache knowingly.
My worry dispelled.
Dying was fearful.
I became tearful.
Not scared anymore.

Now my fellows in life are falling like flies.
No whys or wherefores,
Nothing's wrong.
Life's an eternal wheel.
Rolls on and on.
What follows life on earth?
Find me a dead man who can confirm the truth to those who still live.
Welcome to the land of wait and see.
(c)LIVVI
Inspired by the untimely death of VICTORIA WOOD.

A chalice of gold.
A heart of stone.
May the drinker of spirits be forever cold.
Be inside chilled down to thy bone.

To partake thou of thy sweetest cheer.
To drink from cup edged with gilt.
Let thee never poison fear.
Ne'er to let thy flowers wilt.

May man partake of nectar pure.
Enjoy thine sip from flask and keg.
With ambrosia onwards lure.
Come forth my friends pray break a leg.

May love flow free 'twixt thee and me.
Forever eternal we shall be.
(c)LIVVI

Across the forest floor we dance, a celebration of forthcoming change.
As if  the local fairies are pursing us.
Those fairies cannot catch us.
Destiny predicts, we would be forever trapped.
Dwelling eternally  in fairyland, ne'er again to spy the light of day.
We whirl and we twirl in private pirouettes of sparkling light.
Electric heels, spirits charged.

We can see them, but as yet, us they cannot see,
There hides a tiny electric blue fellow,equipped with fragile wings, beneath the old oak tree.
His head be cradled in his hands.
We know not why, tonight however, no attention to us mortals hath he given.
The opposite side of the standing oak we see a minute fairy lady, her wings be folded, she is curled as an infant.
There be no signs of life from her.
We comprehend the distress of our elfish friend.
As mortals with hearts that beat we sense his pain.
Filled with sorrow for this little chap.
And still he sits.
We can hear him cry,
He doesn't become perturbed by our presence.
Gesturing to us to join him.
He trusts us.
His lady caressed between my warm hands.
Her wings unroll slowly.
A stretch,
A yawn her life revived.
The fairies danced along with us.
We four flit as fireflies glowing in the darkness upon this winter's solstice night.
(C) Livvi