Get out of my house she screamed,
wasn't at all a bit like it seemed,
behind him,
she slung his carrier bags,
an old sleeping bag,
and a bundle of rags,
after a row,
silly cow,
she said,
you're not welcome here.
was just a stupid row,
and she's not  really a silly cow.

That night,
the evening fell into disquiet,
the once loving moments had turned into a riot.
dragged his carriers behind him as he walked down the street,
tripping over his muddled up feet,

Night fell, so did he,
In much distress a bloodied mess,
landed on homeless spikes,
landed hard,
landed fast,
anchored to the spot,
poor sod,
not terribly long,
but that poor fellow,
well he punctured a lung,
A passing friend,
noticed his distress,
called the paramedics to come and assess,

Carted him off to the hospital,
the one that still had an A+E,
stuffed in a chest drain,
a little more pain,
and then,
along came the brief,
gave the company grief,

Received a big payout,
went home to the wife,
you remember the one,
who first gave him the strife.
(C) Livvi

Find me an island.
I was alone, you joined me.
A distant island, where the sun blazes comfortably.
Where we are soothed by the sea,
Where the sand gets stuck between our toes.
You catch hold of me gently, and kiss my cute nose.
We can watch ocean liners, they're cruising the skyline.
Write love notes with palm fronds to one and another.
We can flirt with the birds.
The noisy ones with coloured wings.
We have to ****** one now and then, so we can eat.
Feeling rather mean...can't quit meat.
The setting sun, a shade of maroon,
How good it feels to be marooned.
Such mariners riding the tide of life, shipwrecked in paradise.
Don't rescue us too soon.
(C) Livvi

Sky grey.
Seems as if it weighs a ton.
Not looking fluffy.
Once a soft quilt.
Now,
A well used heavy one.
Looking very grimy.
The sky is grimacing.
But only now and then.

Minimal emotion noted hanging
Heavy across  tops of trees.
The evergreens are just that.
A sludgy shade of green.
Lost their summer days lustre.
It must have been removed.

The wind has died a death.
Everything so still.
Lights are on so early now.
Cosy toes when shut indoors.
Dare to leave the pleasantries.
Go outside.
Feel Santa's coming claws.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

He slung his jacket on the back of the chair.
The office held a chill this day.
He rolled his pen between his fingers.
He often did.
Before he started his thankless task.
This day he had hell to pay.
Straightened his perfect black tie.
Today the day the bad man dies.

Together the anonymous chap and his friend.
Decided to make do and mend.
Left the office.
Upon the final orders, of the man with the black cap.
In through the heavy wrought iron door.
A clang.
Such an almighty roar.

A soul collection.
Just past breakfast time.
The two of them are heard to say.
Heavy bracelets weigh upon his mind and wrists alike.
And so they go.

Into silence.
X marks the spot.
A hood covers the eyes of the hawk.
The heavy duty noose is placed in a carefully executed duty knot.
A few careful words.
Uttered by the damaged one.
The handle pulled.
The deed is done.

It's five 'o' clock.
He picks up his jacket from the back of the chair.
Almost as if, he doesn't care.
__________________
­
ENDING ONE

His daughter saunters up to him.
Smiling,
He hears her say.
"Daddy,what did you do today"?
She picks up her cat's cradle.
"Daddy, do you want to play"?
__________________­_
ALTERNATIVE ENDING
Excitedly she ran up to her daddy.
Eyes buzzing with thrill.
Notepad in hand.
Seven  blank lines crossed the bottom of the page
Daddy,  familiar with the game.
Threw the first letter across the crisp  white page.
"H " was first.
The next letters flew.
Matchstick man diagram,gradually created.
Last letter "N"
"M" in the centre.
Never completed the game.
The scaffold full before their game complete.
"HANGMAN"
(C) LIVVI

Okay.
So where has it gone.
Went to trundle of to work.
Going berserk is what I am.
My puppy dog's stolen my shoe.
One shoe is never enough.
Guess puppy dog chewed through my leather work shoe.
I guess that's really tough.
Tough indeed.
I know it is.

Can only wear those ones.
My cute puppy.
A naughty little *****.
I need to go hunting.
To try catch the elusive shoe.
As one sits sweetly.
Solo at the base of the stairs.
Asked my children if they'd seen the missing link.
Guess what nobody cares.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I sleep in a room with a glass ceiling.
I am a woman with simple ambition.
I love to watch the stars collide,
As they're flying through the heavens.
Faster than a bullet,leaving pepper spray behind.
I truly love to see the rain,
time and time again,
Tumbling as bouncing acrobats and swirling ballerinas.
I love thunder and lightning.
Especially.
If they ****** precious moments of sleep,
I loathe missing thunderstorms,
I detest sleeping through them.
Then, sometimes it snows,
The room chills as much as me.
I love to lay under my coveted duvet.
Reminiscing, enjoying the sweet scent of success,
Reflecting some more on the day that just flew.
And then,
just one more time,
I reflect on days gone by,
before the gift of much treasured sleep,
kisses the lids of my eyes.
© Livvi

Precious as ivory, that's what you are.
Illegal to possess you.
You hold tight.
You fight.
A connection very rare.
A guarded soul.
Jaded sculpture.
It is not the end of the world.
You know.
Well you'd like to think.
Promises once made, now broke.
Plasticene promises.
Built from innocence.
It's only your towers that are ivory.
(C) Livvi

Want you not to love me, just because you can.
But you can't.
Want you only to love me, because I'm truly lovable.
But you can't.
Huggable, soft and sweet.
I'm worth it, a million dollars it's said.
That's me, not you of course.
You're worth much, much more.
You dance night times.
I dance days.
Together in passion.
Apart a touch sour.
Feed my fire.
I fire back with true poetic inspiration.
Breathtaking in fact.
Have a degree of cyanosis.
Love has a strangle hold.
I'm strangled till I die.
(C) Livvi

Sorrow!

Sorrow hangs like earrings, tugging at my neck,
Sadness is a necklace, it's choking me to death,
My crowning glory diadem weighs nearly half a ton,
Since I hit the battle that I never ever won,

Depression is a dancer,
Full in battle dress,
Pink and purple paint splats,
I really am a mess,

Sunshine and glory days,
Will come and give me grace,
True love will come and slap me,
Right around my face,

In metaphoric ways of course,
With all this heavy metal worn,
I'm getting rather hoarse!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The skipper clung on as a limpet.
He hung onto the rails on top of the deck.
His eyes filled with  sky and petrified.
The swell erupted, as did his belly.
That old wooden ship, my how she did lurch.
Rolled, while riding the tide.
Those breaking bows how they did move.
A ploy to escape the saline plethora.
Neptune, he wanted to sneer her, lead her crew to certain death.
The seabirds circled over head.
A portent that all on board soon would be dead.
The sea deceased, the sky clouds creased.
Wind and weather united together.
And still they became.

Those dangerous seas.
Breath of new morning crept into sight.
The grey man'o'war, he slid alongside.
"Ahoy" was heard, but only by birds.
As the modern crew cried.
An eerie air, greeted the crew.
The moment in time, when old did meet new.
In the galleon's galley, the crew all cremated.
What happened, nobody knew.
What ever happened the night the wind blew?
(c) Livvi

For You!

You are a shadow of your former self,
Intransigent intrinsically,
Distressed,
Depressed by love herself,

Lifting love to heaven,
Encased in feather-down,
In violet ultra violent storms denial,
Out of anger,
Rage erupted,

Stripped,
Lain bare,
Care apparent from heir apparent,
Inherent,
For my Lord of Poetry,
From Loving Lady Poetry!

COPYRIGHT Livvi Kent 05/06/2013.

She’d camp out over night for you.
Her body kissed by morning dew,
She’d steal a million stars for you,
She’d stash them in her piggy bank.
She’s saving them to buy your heart.
She’d walk on broken glass for you,
She’d tie her tongue in knots for you.
But love;
Love is out of her league.
She swam upstream,
Struggling with the tide,
From the river side he watches,
With tear-filled eyes,
Enriched with inability,
To meet her heart and hold it,
The way he held her hand.
© Livvi

Rose quartz laid beneath the soil.
Amidst the diamonds.
Rewards grown underground.
Never to be found.
The sleepers with the bony fingers, clasp tight the gifts they bear.
Only the grave robbers care.
Not scared of raking up the earth.
Merry makers making mirth.
Past times.
Passed times.
Pieces of pewter.
Old crocks.
In bed with old crocks.
Mounds of dead soil.
Piles rocks.
Curled up remains of mortal child.
Long since gone.
Mystery of history.
Revealed, unfeeling.
Respectful.
(C) LIVVI

Good God I'm getting so *******.
I'm trying to pen an e-book or two.
Every time I think it's right, a comment comes my way.
I'm tearing my hair out and going berserk.
Not much time, left till I go back to work.
It shouts at me,hmm, you've got too many chapters.
What on earth am I to do.
Creating tragic e-books,  is making me real blue.
Looked really simple,but it's got like a pimple,
Irritating, annoying really irksome.
Think I'll stick to paper copies that way, at least I shall succeed with my hobbies!
(c) Livvi

Between Life and Death!

And on the other side of the unholy globe.
Death came with chaos.
Hatched and dispatched,
Enduring and curing.
A female child saw the eye of the storm.
As she entered the world into mama's sweet arms.
Maybe the phoenix she shall arise.


Nigh.
In Hungary.

Mama tied to life support.
To feed her world anew with goodness.
Child born of sleeping mama.
Mama without a spark of brain.
A female child.

A miracle.
A gift from God perhaps.
Heavenly deliverance at week twenty seven.
Baby from embryonic dark life.
Saved from death by death in her safe haven.

While Mama heads to heaven.
Baby girl lives on.
Maybe as phoenix she shall arise.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In land of dark depression in hollow hills, an emptiness,
Where only pain can dwell,
Engulfed in land of loneliness where only night time lives,
A night that lives with out bounds,
The heart of my land is astounded,
Pressure takes you by the hand,
It's tormented as heat sears with blisters,
Scarring blisters deep as a myriad of agony,
Compelled to rip my being out
Escaped from a tormented river,
That longs to flow,
Be free,
Feeds your eyes with needles,
You're blind,
Unable to envisage the detriment,
Which is sneaking slowly by,
Too melancholy to cry,
To unhappy to grieve,
In this life of poignancy,
~Burdened by undesirable load~
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Come


Come unto me child of ice,
For I am fire...
I will obliterate all evil,
Take you in my wings, build you up with purple kisses,
Until your heart sings once more!
I will protect you,
Will never neglect you,
Will hold you in my heart, my sweet!
I will bathe you in my showers,
Fill you with refreshing rain,
I will come and steal your heart away, take away your pain!
From whence, I came, cannot remain, not here forever after,
Holding your head in my hands,
I will soothe your fevered brow,
I will smile so wondorously as I take you to my cloud,
I can lift you up, invite you,
Fear not my sweet beating heart,
Love you and all your art,
Sweetheart!
Copywrite, Livvi Kent 18/03/2013.

Dumbstruck by the transvestite with the electric blue hair.
Hanging shoulder length.
His hair looked sheer, shiny and just fantastic.
He wore flip-flops and blue tights.
Never ever wore a coat.
Not being judgemental of course,  I never am that's for sure.
Close enough to notice the evening shadow, as it crept over his man shaped face.
I passed him by.
His feet are big enough to belong to a giant, an ogre maybe, one that didn't bite.
His footwear looked rather curious in his flip-flops as he waddled along through the pouring rain, down the street and back again.
Almost a penguin, was he, awkward and ungainly.
Accepting of the fact that he would never fly.
But very confident, much more confident than me.
I admired his frank openness,  of maybe what he sought to be.
(C) Livvi

Sits at the grand piano.
Listens to the music dancing in circles.
Jiggling and tinkling.
Twisting and whirling
Staccato.
Vibrato.
Fortissimo.
Picking up tunes.
Straight from the air
She's playing by ear again.
Music's feeding her soul.
(c)LIVVI MMXV

Bless me with your poetry.
Declare thy love is true.
In darkness and in violence.
He tries to make me blue.

Lectures I'm a tempest.
Lashing loud with callous tongue.
Cold and harsh.
Hell on Eath be wreaked.
In Heaven I think not.

I so much beg to differ.
So,
As putty.
My soft heart is all I've got.
Swung upon a yo-yo.
As child's toy.
Kept it on a rubber string.
Flying up and down.
In and out of Victoria.
Queen of London town.

Destroying not his temples.
Never in a million years.
Not to make him cry again.
Justifies my kindness.
Wipes away his sulky tears.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

That child of Monday, now so big and brash.
Crept under my skin as an itch and a rash.
He was indeed so fair of face.
At 6'4 now.
With heart created of solid gold.
As he got old.

The child of Sunday, now 24.
Quiet and deep.
Hell can she roar.
Lives on a diet of chicken.
Her finger's she's always licking.

The young man of Monday.
He bounds like puppy.
Full of excitement.

The ****** was born on Thursday.
Her ****** was born on a Monday night.
Silent and still.
For a moment or two.
And then inside he grew.
She pushed him out, my did she shout.
She was so brave.
Moments without sleep.
In safety she keeps her newborn addition to the family.
A much cherished little nipper.!
(c) Livvi

SLEEPING CITY?
City lives.
Tigers eyes.
Cats and street lights.
Foxes in city streets.
Overnight hiding.
Screaming through sleep.
Heard nightly in the yard or garden.
The trash can tumbles.
Thunder rumbles.
Daytime creatures of nighttime sleep.
Out in the garden foxy brush sweeps.
A howling owl gives great advice.
Counselor once or twice.
Bat flits round the garden.
Cute but fitting.
Very apt.
Summer evening.
Paradise city lights.
Swans ride bubbling rivers.
This city is beautiful.
Eyes all a gog.
Thought it was a daytime fox.
Sadly just a dog.
(C) Livvi

Sat there in a crumpled heap in the corner.
The dark one under the window.
One aged discarded teddy, dumped by his once loving owner.
Poor fellow was missing an eye, threadbare, naked.
Sad chap, I swear, once a tear seen trickling down his sorry face.
Once upon a lifetime he was loved and cuddled.
His beige skin was covered in mountains of fluff.
He's worn out, an elderly fellow.

Out of nowhere Mrs Owner, got fed up with scrappy toys.
Thought that she would chuck him out.
He sensed her feelings.
My did he shout!
From the bottom of his congealed lungs of fluff, he screamed and shouted.
Open his mouth, dragged out his failing claws.
Ripped her to shreds, pulled out her hair.
The clause of owning a teddy bear, was that he must be forever held close to your heart.
A  timely reminder,
Good teddies and owners must never part!
(c) Livvi

In a distant land,
Where the skies hung bedecked in ebony,
With dust clouds strung across the firmament,
Fierce and truly black,
Festooned with the souls of the ancient dead,
From dark worlds they have been evoked,
And so they come,
Their battle banners flying,
Blowing in the once deserted wind.
Deceased came back vengeful,
Their trumpets blaring loud,
From the fields fire from once the demons danced,
Where the devil threw his summons through sulphureous stench of torrid bubbles,
Came to arrest the sullied living to stockpile their immortal souls,
Escort them to forever,
To the land they'll never sleep,
These dripping faces of the these putrescent souls, not yet disintegrated,
Had become mummified, as if sorcery compelled a hand in death's immortal,
defiant alliance.
It was as they knew they would have to hearken to deaths's fatal curtain call!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Where am I
What am I
Who am I
Nobody knows.

I am the icy finger.
That runs down your spine.
I am that fear.
And I'm giving you mine.
I am the tear that runs down your cheek.
I am the eyes that bleed and that cry.
I prevent you from moving as evil arthritis.
Causing such pain.

I'm making you share.
As frost lain on the ground.
I'm freezing you out.
With a full bloodied clout.
I am a vapour.
I ooze and I drift.
I cover your shape with my form, as I shift.
Fiddling eternally with my bleistift.

I make you shake.
Shiver and quake.
As love to you, I continue to make.
In ecstasy with excitement.
For I am the beautiful toxic witch.
Gets under your skin,
Hell I'll make you itch.
The princess of ebony black.
The princess of white.
The lady of darkness.
In which I delight.
I am the gentle pen.
I speak out loud with ***** might!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I discern that thy doth love, me not.
In showers of flowers, thrown only for love.
Lest my sweet heart, ne'er be forgot.
In peace, I present thee with a single melodious dove.
At thy peak of thine voice,
Where only silence be spoken,
Tongue persuasion sir, tis my choice.
Beg thee kind sir, may my heart not be broken.
Emotion in mind, a crucible of steaming steel.
Darling sweet darling, I bequest thy come hither.
A potion to snare, he that doth not feel.
Precious feelings, conjured, ne'er to wither.
Within mine cauldron, I shall brew
A potion out for snaring you.
(C) LIVVI

Stood on the corner of an avenue.
The fifth one I believe.
Watching city folk dashing by.
Buying what, I can't conceive.
Wallets are bulging.
Lucky sods.
Eyes of children open wide.
What to buy, they can't decide.

Sidewalk crammed with swarms of buzzers.
Voices echo through the streets.
Parents, children, A.n.others.
Sirens on cars.
Broads outside bars.
Outstanding lookers.
Really just hookers.
Catching eyes.
Put your tongue away.
Looks like you're snaring flies.

Meanwhile in blankets and boxes.
They sit in the rain.
Top of the subway.
Starts over again.
The rich scurry by.
All in a dash.
Avoiding the homeless.
A bit like a rash, I perceive.
Poor sods.
***** blankets.
Soggy sleeves.
On a hiding to nowhere.
Waiting for beating.

The ways of the world.
Happy Mondays,
Tragic Tuesdays,
Wonderful Wednesdays.
Thawing Thursdays.
And the rest of the week.
They're sleeping in gutters.
Labelled as nutters.
Have no bread and buttercups.
All dandelions'.
Shoppers all troll by.

They're just taking the ****.
Laughing at street folk.
Forgetting they're rich.
Not necessarily in ways of wealth.
They have health and happiness.
True love and laughter.
They have sons and daughters.
Lucky shoppers.
(c)Livvi

Made me a coffee,
Forgot to boil the kettle first.
It was really rather cold,
Indicating that I must be getting old.
The microwave charmed me,
as it warmed up my mug,
Ah yummy,
Tepid nuclear coffee,
In the early afternoon.
(C) Livvi

I'm static,
I'm stuck,
I'm riding the deck,
In silence,
I'm eternally seeking port.
I miss the wife and kiddies.
The waves are stilled now.
Although their crests are tipped with white.
There's not a bird or shark in sight.
I can't even smell the sea.

I'm picked up and examined,
Closely inspected,
by the old sea dog,
in the tatty tweed suit,
through his right eye,
using his monocle
He puts me down and creeps away,
moaning at the assistant,
that's much too expensive,
I'll have to leave it for today.

Next thing I see is a manic child,
with his mum,
he's running wild.
Hey nipper leave that alone,
Crash,
Air swamps me,
As the shop assistant with the dustpan and brush,
sweeps me up.
Wraps me in a newspaper page,
throws me in the re-cycle bin,
What will become of me,
one thing's for certain,
now I'm free.
(C) Livvi

Jingle bells,
Christmas smells.
The turkey's bubbling.
The skittish kids are bouncing off the walls all round the room.
The sugar rush is toxic.
Makes them buzz real quick.
The presence of Christmas and Christmas presents.
Tidily stacked under the tree.
For a minute or three.

Mum is flapping passion.
More than the once flapping turkey's wings ever could.
Dad he's supping from his can.
It's Christmas time and he's a man.
Gets away with ******.
Every year he always does.
He sits there getting pickled.
While mum fights with the oven gloves.

With bloated face and rosy cheeks he screamed at her.
"Hurry up, I'm hungry."
You would think he hadn't eaten for weeks.
Sanctimonious twerp.

Mother beautifully dished up dinner for her brood of starving youth.
Instead of dishing the same up for dad, she dished up something really bad.
Slices of turkey covered in gravy.
Designed to burst his pompous bubble.
Enough's enough she thought to herself
Traces of spicy gravy, covered his designer stubble.
Half a tub of chilli powder had laced the gravy on his plate.
Cooked to absolute perfection.
Obviously, to enhance the wonderful flavour.
And mum said, " it's a new recipe, I fetched it from a magazine".
Something only mama knew.
The children enjoyed their Christmas dinner.
Mum chuckled to herself after scoring a winner.
And dad did the dishes with his fiery tail firmly stuck between his legs
(C) Livvi

The cliffs totter as they fall into the sea.
Near silent cove hides secret rock pools.
Revealed  only as tide dispersed.
Scattered pebbles rotund.
Shiny, worn into seas virtual jewels.
Find sometimes a flattened one, an oddity.
Perceived monotone stones lay silent, almost sullen.
A scrutiny of eyes close up.
Reveal cold visage.
Hard cold features, static.
The young ones come with parents in tow.
Collect a few before they go.
Discharged duty of suffering waves lash.
Shower of rain will sometimes wash.
To a rockery in the garden those precious stones are relocated.
Memories of a trip to the beach perfectly recreated.
(C) LIVVI  2014

Woke from a dream,
Woken from a world of poetry,
While I was dreaming in my sleep,
Essence of a head of fantasies,
A fire of intuition,
A mindful blaze of paradise,
Laid in my fellow poets arms,
While waiting for the break of dawn,
Upon this Monday morn,
Both awake and putting pen to paper,
Now the two of us awake,
To look at love and magic make.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Bed is calling.
I can hear it loud.
Got to fight it.
Wrestle it to the ground.
Get away, I scream.
Monday's already arriving too soon.
Of that there is no doubt.

With cat of nine tails got it.
Trapped it in the corner.
I will not obey it's call.
I am a stubborn soul.
Will grace the bed with sweet retreat.
When my body's feeling cold.

Morning coming round too quick.
Thought of work makes me feel sick.
Okay on my part.
Slight exaggeration.
Just my wild imagination.
Who the hell fights beds anyway.
I have no whips or chains.
A cat of nine tails, not a chance.
Would lead my dog a merry dance!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

My most beautiful friend "Effy" just retired.
She was cute and oh so beautiful.
Been my friend of the very best type.
Travelled the country, close by side.
Seen something's, her eyes open wide.
Seen angels kiss me on the lips.
There all stored deep in her memory.
My friend "Effy", Now I lay you to rest dear friend.
Probably meet up now and then, spend a little time together.
Reminisce over what we miss.
You "Effy" will always have a spot in my heart x

A smile stretches over her face,
as they come.

There are old men,
in shorts and sunhats,
indoors
and
ladies in heels,
who,
dash in from work,
they are moaning,
about their weights,
and their waits,
their husbands,
their children.

Winchester folk are queerer folk than her,
yes,
honestly,
they are
there are precious old dears,
who love having her near,
she makes them feel safe.

They come to pick up their pills,
while discussing their ills,
discussing the weather,
the air conditioning is that,
just an air con,
and she melts again,
they make her melt,
her job pays her bills,
it is them,
however;
who,
stretch her smile!
(C) Livvi

Last Love!

Haunting my heart you came.
Entered my head as a spectre of time.
Dressed in an aura of aubergine.
Invaded my very thoughts.
Build a bridge to span my sighs.
Gently you kiss my memory.
Hopefully not really goodbye.

I'm mesmorised.
Stuck sat in a satin dream.
Shining gloriously.
Bleeding a little.
Portents were given .
I shall not pretend.
Could not heed the omens.

Fell in love, my friend.
Don't know how.
Know not why.
You are different.
Believing that your brain is true.
Uttered words maybe insincerely.
Death will come and ****** me.
Before I love again!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The magnificent mausoleum.
Resting.
Family immortal sleep under the house.
Silent as mice.
Not really so nice, but each to his own.
In holy boxes draped in green, and so they rest on in peace.
Deep in the cellar, his pitch is selected.
It's ready and waiting for his departure.
It is the way of their world.
(c) Livvi

Temperate Love!

I love thee as the sun that bathes my body.
I love you as the rain refreshes emptiness.
Love filling it with joy.
I love you as the morning rises.
Tripping in the warming sun.

I love you when the moon is full.
I love you when darkness writes.
I love you when cruel words do bite.
I love you precious creature.
When you creep into my dreams.

I love you as the willows weep.
They sob along with me.
I love you as the summer sleeps.
When winter chills my bones.
I shall love you still.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

She utters words.
Supposedly, a statement that she apparently cares.
Then, with her words her family's deflated.
She spits her vile words.
Thrown out, lashed onto alcohol.
Announces that she knows it all.
Always bending ears of those near and dear.
She is not an evil *****.
Not a witch.
Just Mrs Know- It -All.
Mrs Apparently Capable.
She will squash her family.
Just like that.
That's the way she plays her games.
Apparently, likes to prove she cares.
She doesn't seem to have a ****** clue.
(c) Livvi

Hollow echoes,
roaring silence.
Vacant faces
Empty spaces.
Drowning souls
Crying screaming,
Entering into death's dolls house.
Swamped inferno.
Endless noise.
Sweating,
Dropped suggestions
The living care.
They care not.
They never did
Ad, okay  

All immortal souls cry ,left alone.
Shadows trickle painfully into regrettable existence.
Lost between here and there and into the distance.
Distance never reached, as only demons screech.
Eternity wails as banshees play.
Wraiths warbling,  Playing as evil humming birds.
The undead walk.
They're dragging their chains.
Closely attached to their mortal remains.

Rattling and crying
The long dead are sighing.
Prepared or not for judgment day.
Purgatory
Not the place to be.
They calling out loudly
They want to be free.

A scream it seems they plead for sweet freedom.
Pleas for forgiveness.
Begging broken children
Crying and calling for mothers they left long ago.
Dripping blood of victims of ******.
She screamed for a life time.
Nobody heard her.
Victims of hanging their banging the walls.
Trying hard to reply as sweet angel calls.
Angels, archangels, none of them know.
They're calling for mercy.
Don't want to visit the fires in the pit.
Hell be spared.
Heaven be sent.
Noisy dead sinners give up.
Just repent.
While you had your chances necromancy black magic.
Romances. and chancers.
Your times be they hard,
You were always the chancer.
Wailing impaled on moments of madness.
The eagles are soaring.
The dead men are snoring.

To calls of the cats
And wolves that are baying at a cloudy blue moon.
Shouted out loudly they all died to soon.
Beep beep beep.
AF,
VF.
VT.
The rally to save those who misbehave.
CPR.
Asystole.
Diseased.
Deceased.
Cracks and chinks.
Missing links.
Hollow tomorrows.

Necropsy kiss.
Necrotic.
Breaking down.
Released to silence.
Forgiven.
Absolved of sin.
Giving in.
Released.
Displeased.
Relieved.
And so the next batch arrived.
The candles lit.
Which pathway will they take.
A guiding vulture waits to steal their souls away.
He's crowing and calling and scratching at dust.
(C) LIVVI MMCV

Weird Love!

I'm sat here in the rain.
It's not raining.
It's blazing hot.
My heart is dripping sorrow.
Oozing out slowly.
In a minute trickle.
40 beats a minute.
Causes such a pickle.
The heart relaxes.
Beats real slow.
While the head becomes engaged.
Takes a little musing time.
While I try to make him mine.

Tomorrow the sun may shine.
Maybe tell me.
You are mine.
Maybe tell you.
I am yours.
Keep inside my kitty's claws.
No talons here.
I'm soft and gentle.
Together.
You and I are mental.
The sorcerer's apprentice.
Messed up another spell.
Sending mischief very well.
Full of silly nonsense.
It's getting so much hotter.
The atmosphere so close.
Going from writing poetry.
To maybe writing mighty prose!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Daddy dear.
You were cold the day I touched your hand, although you were alive.
Colder still the day you died.
Could not kiss your furrowed brow.
The last time that I saw your pallid face.
Chilled entirely by the fateful kiss of death.

Dear Daddy.
Left behind so much unsaid.
In a world, a resting world.
Played like a violin, somewhat out of tune.
Now nothing can atone the missing moments.
You know those ones we rarely shared.

Father dear,
Yes, that you were.
In marriage I was made.
The ultimate move I made.
I touched your hands, clasped in peaceful death.
And I said "sorry".

Into the fire your heart was burned.
Since that  day some thing I learned.
You left me a gift.
The greatest legacy.
Somewhere in my geno-type.
Mapped out my dearest love to write.
You wrote too.
I never knew!
(C) Livvi. 2014

Greatly they stand as marionettes.
Minus strings.
Seemingly dancing over the relic of the shack.
Live two doors down from me.
Stuck in a garden of neglect
As an escapade of string free dancers.
Seemingly perform a ballet of their own.
Tossed about in autumn breeze.
Still tower above the smaller trees.

They sway in the rhythm of the wind.
Family of four.
Faces liken to dinner plates with seedy smiles.
Standing tall and stooping down.
As if performing to a crowd.
A family of flower folk.
Papa, mama, teenager and infant.
Sway the afternoon away.
Until the frosts scare them away!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)