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)

******!

You make me feel empty.
You make me feel full.
Like an old trash can.
I feel like a fool.
A ****** stupid fool.

A fool for love.
Sucker I am,
Not a leech though,
I'll be ******.

I'm stuck upon the rail road track.
Waiting for the next train home.
In desolation's drift.
The snow is building up.
Frozen out in summer time.
****** if I do.

****** if I don't
Dear God I'm truly miffed.
I'm not a million miles away.
In my heart I am.
Told you in the last verse.
I guess I have been ******
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The world wide web sailed my ceiling.
Transmission overload.
Hit the kitchen with a broom.
The witch of the land of kitchen,that's me.
Destroyed their lovely habitat.
Witch woman on a magical cleaning spree, ripped down their gaff,
Setting them free.
The witchy lady, the one who looks a lot like me
Will have a wailing daughter who isn't pleased with me.
Mum, why did you set those leggy monsters free?
(c) Livvi

If there is a heaven, may Stephen Sutton and Maya Angelou meet and greet each other,give their support to each other in their new venture.

In England, we cheer, as we wave good bye to you Stephen,  with thumbs up and ribbons folded in yellow,
Stephen, you died far too young and gave so much, an inspiration to  life itself, you wholly earned my respect,

Maya, you gave so much, in inspirational words of injustice,
You taught me think, you taught me to feel,
I taught me to write,
but you and your life were my inspiration.

May they together meet the two young victims of **** and ****** in darkest India,
The two young ladies, hung from a tree, destroyed entirely,so young,
had no life,  it's so unfair, life is cruel, so very cruel.
Your parents they cry, there are no ribbons, but still, we bid you goodbye.
May you all rest in peace.
(C) Livvi

Dancing with the mermaid upon the sandy shore.
She flicked and tripped her feet away.
Played the scales upon her tail.
With a teaspoon.
Perfectly in perfect time.
Her ******* be bare.
Save for concealment by her neatly placed golden hair.
Of which not a strand fell out of place.
Curling as if medusas' snakes.
He surveyed her.
Closer than he should have done.
A pillar of stone crumbled into pebbles on a sunlit shore.
The mermaid with the fateful allure.
His wife walked the children on the beach.
Skimming flat stones into the foamy brine.
He once was her true love.
Now he is mine.

Wondered what became of her lover.
The one who sold his soul to the striking sea.
(c)Livvi

Hiding in silence.
No words be spoken and tales never told.
Secrets hidden in the curled up pages of a tan tainted book.
The lost hide within.
Ran under my skin.
True eruption of passion as written words break.
Life's sustenance stuck between the sticky centre pages where they dwell.
Escapism urged on with the pen.
It's written.
The demons left.
Wave them goodbye with a white handkerchief.
Your self is finally resting like a dove at peace.
(C) Livvi

He likes pretty blondes with painted faces.
Long legs, open purses.
Smiles wide, teeth a little like diamante.
Superficial features, almost made of wax.
Melting in the summer's heat
Hot bath makes her glisten.
Friends told her but, she wouldn't listen.

He's just a user, an abuser.
An amuser, who plays with himself regularly.
He'll scribble his name on your bedroom wall.
Reminds you, he's been there before.
Keeps a tally graph, inside his bedroom drawer.

He'll etch his name in scented blood upon your bedstead.
While you're playing with his head.
He'll play with yours as well instead.
In and out of opening doors.
Never ending flirting circles.

Wanted yet another lover, found a blonde.
Another one with a melting face, made out of wax.

You love him, you pay.
That's the only way.
For in the coldest light of day, the plain girl with the auburn hair skin one lovely gets his care and makes his day.
She's another sucker.
Being played as always, by her ever loving leech.
(c)Livvi

Have you ever laid in bed pretending that you're asleep.
While he's stroking the back of your hair.
You're feeling the essence of your own vulnerability.
It's deep beneath his gentle touch.
Hearing his breathing with each caress.
And you miss his image as it lingers in your mind.
Your mind us the only place he lingers still.

Have you ever curled up in a bedroom ball.
A pretence of sleep is all that's left now.
The fear left you quivering.
His coldness left you shivering.
As viciously he turned you out the house.
Welcome to the land of cold.
(C) Livvi

She strolled into the house of the holy.
Face filled with misery.
Drops down on her humble knees.
Begging forgiveness.
From one who is not there.

So,
How can one be convinced
That meeting and greeting at the end of her world.
Her maker will be met.
A hand-shaker maybe to welcome her in.
As if business meeting almost begins.
Discuss over coffee,
Mortal sins.

Mulls over who loses.
And who in hell wins.
Who drinks from the famous half full up cup.
Perceiving, believing that nobody knows.
Is heaven a rumour?
For heaven she weeps!

This is just a poem...just a bundle of words.
Words come when I'm tired and I don't want to waste them!

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The fridge is breathing like a dying man.
A rattling death.
Blue light flashing overhead.
Just a smoke detector.
It's own job to do.
Makes me aware.
I'm safe when I am there.
Not alien invaders, as first believed.
Deceived,
Dreamy.
Pretty awake.
However tired.
Half asleep, not far from dead.
Sleep is evasive.
Lack of choice.
One hour donated.
Not loving the night.
So overrated.

Lost a day today.
Somehow mislaid it on the way.
Slept from nine until half past three-ish
How I wish I never had to.
Work in night nurse zoo.
Night shift.
Such joy.
Joy to be me.
The sorrow's flowing over from eyes so itchy full of grit.
Another one all too shortly.
Love my job.
Night's however;
Part of life as a nurse,
The nurse's curse.
(c)LIVVI

"Paint it black", said the sun to the sky, as she faded away and started to die.
Today, no tears will be shed, as  the resting sun gets tucked up snugly, all ready for bed.
Termination of daylight, blacks all the windows out, at the end of the day.
Morning comes.
Bringing  with it the sunlight, reincarnated,magnifying the details of the new daffodils glow.
Blossom of hawthorn, almost ignites, as the morning echoes repeat  yesterday.
The world sees a beautiful dawn, again a true delight.
The Sun again, warms the atmosphere as the seasons change
Pursuing a romance, as winter, courts spring.
Sun has a temper, tempestuous, she bites back.
An angry sun, she turns her back on springtime flowers.
When thorns of winter, feed more icy vile storms.
(c) LIVVI

Darkness creeping in.
Weighing heavy, leaden on my eyes.
My muscles ache intolerably.
Need for sleep all keen.
Hazy mist descends my eyes.
I drift, I slip,
Through hazy mirrored ***** window eyes, I try to peep.
Is this a dream?
Not yet asleep, I think,
Mind trips.
Light's not fantastic,
Silhouetted soul, in shadows fixed,
Male, all male in build.
Moves to my bed.
I freeze.
For I cannot scream.
My hands are bound with strings of shadow,  
I cannot break free.

A silent scream I make.
My face he strokes, with cobweb fingers, made of lace.
He strokes and soothes, the chill I feel.
His icy fingers scratch my skin, my beauty full destroyed!
I feel the chill inside.
On my bed edge he sits.
Puts his hand under my cover.
He climbs inside, he's soon astride.
Riding like chill wind, hell on fire.
Icy demon.
This night I recover, demon child conceived.
Demon was not.
Hell no, was the child of a long dead lover!
The child was born full fair of face.
With gentle grace and a glint in her eye.
No-one will know how and why her mode of conception occurred ,
Hell, I thought it was a dream!
(C) LIVVI X

Full Life!

Fall into my heart cos she's empty, only thing left there is secret silence....,
Drags me down as lead balloon,
She's not air filled, just heavy.
Silence is dashed by 24/7 secrets of takeaway delights, where drunken people go to just to have a fight...they toot their ***** horns without respect for people, who there dwell.
Where eagles dare to fly,
I've never been!
Live in a concrete world full of dreams,
It's a sin....
Sinful use of the area..,
Feels like the land where a million shops are standing close at hand....
Holding each other close,it seems,
Must indeed, just be the lie of the land!
A lot of clever snobs near here ...our future heir apparent,
(not royalty, life generally) well that I fear, university close at hand...sits, meets supply with demand a cost...hell guess I can't really moan at that!
Without the seat of learning I here received , I guess that I'd be lost,
She taught me kindness and compassion with theories attached...
paradigms ideal, for real!
She didn't teach me poetry of that I'm truly glad...
I think poetic inspiration well, she came from my Dad,
Holding a community of nameless faces to ransom, who acknowledge a nod with a "hi",
Not knowing what they're doing here, not even knowing why!
They smile when they see me, cos I have lovely smiling eyes,
They smile cos of what I do,
They only make utterances cos I'm all dressed in blue!
Copyright Livvi Kent 14/04/2013

An all consuming passion snatched us both from the gates of hell,
In a symphony of moonlight mood,
Dressed up in peach tranquility,
Soft and satin as downy touch,
Every day smiles,
For the sun coats me in your once vacant heart again,
Where you and I, as lovers run always free,
In a salient dalliance,
You and I dance,
In some kind of crazy harmony,

For sure I love you and sure you love me,
Your love is awesome,
Filled with respect, something that I shan't ever regret,
For I am your woman, your sweet baby,
Some kind of wonderful magic we weave,
We are entranced by this marvellous magic romance,
Silly we may be,
Stupid we're not, as we make the most of the chances we've got!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

There was a man in nowhere land who would not take hold of my hand.
I offered medication to ease his then condition.
I possessed more information than he could receive.
He was confused.
Was muddled up.
He declined the contents of my cup.

My hand contained a magic ***, to help sad fellow to forget.
Magic *** held Librium, to help him heal, relieve his pain.
He was in an awful place.
Paranoia hit his face.
He shook like a *** of bright red jelly.
His palms were wet.
His face was sweaty.
He trusted none.
No-one at all.
I felt for him.

"There for the grace of God go I",
I've never drunk.
Never will.

The calming effect of the paranoia relieving pill.

The last I saw of such sorry soul.
He was successfully climbing out of the hole.
I wish him luck for future health.
(C)LIVVI

Claret filled the bleeding heart.
Glass fragile.
Shattered.
Bread was broken.
Shared with friends.

In love of God.
A celebration of the gift given.
From the lord of all.
The gift was love herself.

Angels kisses touched the blessed.
Those who spoke the words of lords.
Love should be the celebration.
For without love.

No more children would be born.
Not products of imagination.
Products of blessed emotions evocation!
A gift of love's respect!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The sky is full of ***** sheets.
Billows of cloud sails in the air.
Nature forgot to put the washing on.
Those clouds are really black.

True life mother.
Well, what a twerp.
Neglected to bring the last lot in.
Still drenched from days ago.

Doesn’t really matter much.
As, when mother brings it in.
It will be really clean.
A purging fit of fury rain and wind will clean it yet again.
Although the sky is grubby.
The breeze still really fresh!
(c) Livvi x

We were beautiful,
Beautiful as summer days,
once kept us safe in loves tender haze,
As we walked and we talked hands held so tight,
In virtual silence, we talk, for together we needed not spoken word,
Together once, we fell into bed, became enlightened,
By one another,
Bronze bodies laid,
but that was of late,
much too late,
You were awesome,
you still are,
you were the raspberry that you blew,
darling, you are my raspberry fool.
And still I love,
I love you still,
I  show no emotion,
For any,
No-one since you crossed my heart.
My cherished raspberry fool,
Your pips are stuck in my teeth,
And your image in the depths of my dreams,
I wish that I was there,
but I'm not.
One day soon maybe,
the God's of love will let him reconsider,
our tenable position,
time spent holding me close,
Once more,
Our starring roles, recreated!

(C) Livvi

As water is as such divine, my heart is yours and yours is mine.
The wheals of paradise thus did forsake me.
She says love me back and he says make me.
Diamonds on dinner plates.
I'll faite accomplished.
She smiled such a beaming grin, pray let our love be nourished.
May emotion and truth ride roughshod upon the turf, let love compel us into earth.
My love be cherished as a gemstone.
Eternal forever more,ne'er for burning.
(c) Livvi

Bouquet of Barbs! Memorial Flowers!

Sea of flowers,
Beautiful,
No ebb and flow,
In your presence,
Emotion felt,
A presence blessed in lonely solitude,
A final cheerio,

You will lay there rippling,
As just the crowds pass by,
The summer breeze will touch your heart,
Will try to raise a smile,
Pavement placed,
In tragedy's distribution space,

Few short days,
You'll be gone too,
With only memories left in view!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Walking up the bloodstream hills.
Where silent warriors fell.
The land of noise and gun shot.

And so the holy fell.
As they fell into the asylum.
Rocking in chairs without rockers.

Enter stage left, the therapist,
the one with the listening ears.
He looks straight through those tears as whimsically they fall,
Drooling from your smile.
Trying so determinedly.
To try and raise a grin.
Matters not how hard he tries
You know he'll never win.
His smile mere mania.
Nothing whimsical dwells there within.
Pass him the gin bottle.
This mother's ruined,
(C) Livvi

Two green eyes look at me.
Cowering underneath the street light.
Starlight twinkles,reflecting.
She can barely, see the rest of the beast.
That shadow dweller hiding.
Only the eyes give the game away.
One empowering screech and out she dashes.
Quicker than a lightening flash.
She caught a waft of his horrible spray.
Decides, she wants to run away.
Tom, he's so unpleasant treats her with no respect.
He has a hundred kittens now, that Tom cat he has no regrets.
Player for all the ladies on the block.
They're all pretty *******, he's just a ***** tom cat ****!

Bear not your sword.
For we approach Eden.
A creation of passion that drips from thy pen.
Remove thy fragrant shield of fought protestations.
We broke our teeth on those apples.
As serpent of venom, did bite long and hard.
Collected of the hedgerow,  blessed hemlock for peaceful slow death.
(C) Livvi

She walks parading her lump.
A whale with full frontal ****.
Her child is breech.
She is so concerned.
He is due to enter with grace, so shortly.
In anticipation, she sits and waits and waits and sits.
Complaints of a niggling back and full wriggling belly.
She thinks she's understanding childbirth, as she's seen it on the telly.
Hate to leave her distorted by her own beliefs, in a crystal palace, sparkling sweetly in baby scented fluffy dreams.
(c) Livvi

They tell you nothing.
A breast sandwich.
Breathe in they say.
It's Saturday the angles change.
Take a breath.
It feels strange.
And then homeward bound.
Waiting for checking.
What do you reckon?
(c) Livvi

Changing Colours!

Blazing red is flaming dead.
Pale blue, insipid cold.
Somewhat out of fashion.
Getting old.

Garish green tales tells.
Of ***** water in wishing wells.
Poppet think of delicate pink.
Think and think again.

You think yellow's mellow.
Maybe it's just a bit bilious.
Just a little sickly.
Instead.
Black is back in fashion!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Take the second door on the left as you leave.
Don't walk back in again.
Leave your key on the ******* in hook.
The one on the ice cold wall.
You're not ******* me again.
Your broke my heart with icicles.
Falling from toxic skies.
Promised love got fed lies.
Nothing new in that I see.
Ripped off your chains.
Now I'm free.
Your bird has flown.
Emigrated.
Overrated.
Your bird went cold.
Moving away before she's before she got old.
(c)LIVVI

Simply Scratched!

You scratched your name indelibly,
In blood across my heart!!
Intrepidity,
In incantations,
As two souls collide,

A duo of fools,
We want to dance,
As we dance we whirl,
Swirling in rhythmic curl,
This crazy man,
With little girl,
This little woman,
Well nearly fifty,
Crazy full of fire
A stroke of silence left inside,
Until now,

In quicksand we were sinking,
Trying to ******,
A flash in time,
Inside you'll find I have a heart,
I look in you,
Guess what I find,
You have one too,
Shown openly in our lady,
Lady poetry she's our art!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

SEPARATE ROOMS
Feeling miserable.
A defrosting snowflake.
Tear stained wedding dress.
A bedroom at mums.
Mum's hat for bridal events.
Left in the closet.
Can't say goodbye.
Hangs out in fairyland.
In all the best stories.
She loved holding you close.
Poppet.
Can't stop it growing.
He knows it's coming.
Can't stop it.
He won't let her.
She won't let him.
Their feelings bit both of them on their behinds.
Books on bookcases.
Inventive suggestions.
Not up for progression.
Full of bright ideas.
These lovers are head cases.
Looking in her places.
In ways speaking sense.
Intense.
Hiding their faces.
At the end of the day.
No more to lay together again.
(c) Livvi

Dancing

Dancing with legendary devil,
Friday afternoon,
Only on Friday,
Thursday,
Ran along too soon,
All consuming,
Tension relief,
Captures all remaining grief!
Strips me bare without a care,
Peace together in piece,
Sorts everything,
Tries to make it right!
As strutting fellow pranced,
In rays of sunlight draped,
Protected,
You and I in one,
Our Pas De Deux delight,
Whirls on,
In panoramas bright,
Found myself in cupid's light,
A scope of vision unexpected!
Enthroned as poets lady wise,
Bathing in his darkness!
Encountering my white!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

At the top of the escarpment she stood.
In a strange surveillance of the area.
She seeks only the love she lost.
Thick black veil hid her features.
Dressed in ebony for the love she lost.

The moon was high.
She kissed the sky.
Firmament brimming with cold fired emotion.
The moon.
Her corona glowing.

It was the eve of Christmas.
The night he'd said goodbye.
Watched her silently
As she moaned her sad lament.
There every year 'pon the that day he went.
Another curious soul.

From a distance stand and spy.
The midnight hour rolls in.
Wind will rise without reason.
It will topple her from her feet.

She seems so real.
He feels her pain.
Glued to the spot.
He's compelled to stay.
She rolls from edge.
With a fearful wail.
The sound of death occurring.

He needs to check that she's okay.
Goes to the edge.
Peers over.
That wind.
It knocks him off his feet.

A few moments on the ridge.
For a short moment in time your life takes his place.
They romp and play as never before.
It's not forever.
It's never more.
Icy death snatched him.
A moment in time she's sated.
She's took his life,
Just to hold her sweet lover once more.

Every year curiosity wins
Always outweighs fear.
Another victim in her spell.
This year another sad victim fell!





By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sorry seems a word of dishonour.
Not one you'll hear from me.
Stubborn, very stubborn.
So here I guess this mess.
Has led to stalemate
I'm sure you will agree'
At least I know my failings.
But stalking was not one.
I nod my head in acknowledgment of that.
That those highly strung wires may have tangled.
The joy we shared became totally mangled.
The messages got mixed up between the two of us.
But I cannot be dissed for that.
I will not open the mystery of our past history.
We are a closed book, what we had was special.
We loved, we had, we lost.
Such is life.

I did nothing wrong,
Certainly nothing with intention.
Except to play along.
With the well renowned king of the flirts.
In darkness, a neck bruised and tongue removed.
Left a line of chalk.
Maybe the rain will wash the line away.
Darling,
This wouldn't have happened if you talked the talk me!
You write words so eloquent.
But in spoken words let us down.
That's why we both sport a God awful frown
Runs between sweet love and hate.
I will discuss this crap no further.
Have really had enough.
To go from mate to hate is far more than tough!
Never deserved to lose a friend.
Neither of us did!

Santa!

Santa's a yarn just spread by the masses.
To take money away from those lowly in classes.

Children told tales of fantasy.
Of Santa coming on Christmas Eve.

The children all want to keep up with the Jones's.
Even though parents are nearly on bottom bones's.

A crafty traditional racket.
Make retailers gain a packet.

Parents they struggle to make ends meet.
Just to score a Christmas treat.

And do the holy children care.
Do they,
Hell do they.

You build up debt, so their desires you meet.
A christmas free of debt would be truly good to greet!

Bah Hum bug!
LOL!

Lady Poetry
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By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Tears fell....
They say you sang Amazing Grace as you found eternity.
Goodbye.
Eyes open wide.
Rehabilitated sinners.
Sons and lovers.
Hoping you felt no pain.
Years of thinking time.
Repented at leisure.
Did the crime.
Did the time.
Staunchly viewed became abuse.
Free now.
Became legally supported ******.
Indonesian people, Indonesian President.
A plea to thee for clemency.
Unheard.
Too late.
Rest begrudgingly in peace.
(c) OLIVIA KENT MMCV
I disagree with drug smuggling, but,to keep these people incarcerated for so long before execution is barbaric.

It's amazing what you pick up in a burger bar.
I go in for a nibble, and coffee with cream and chocolate sauce, of course.
You sat with me at your request, of course.
I agreed.
A friendly sort me.
We discussed where we'd both been.
My lord, you must have been a little bored, when I told you all about my words.
Showed you my funny little book.
You took a little look.
You must have been bored witless.
The lady poet, out of control, talked of inspiration.
And today Russell, my inspiration came from a chance meeting in my local fast food joint.
And to think, I just fancied a nibble and a drink.
(C) Livvi

As marionette magical,
Darling,I will walk for you,
Miles on end,
Clack wooden feet, noisily,
Need you to know I'm here, dear,
My prince, heaven sent,
Pull my strings,
I'll dance for you,
Give me a chance,
I'll romance for you,
A pirouette whirl for you, from your girl,

My wooden heart was splintered,
When you went,
You dropped my strings,
Wait and see what true love brings,
No more the fool who plays around!
No more puppet, lots more dancing!
Copyright Livvi Kent 01/05/2013

Fight Softly

With satin gloves in situ.
I rise up to fight.
To battle with confusion.
After poetry last night.
Your heart is full of you.
Mine is full of us

In total indecision.
From poem to poem,
Toss the coin.
Heads says you want me.
Tales say I lost.
Your tale flicks the wind.
As you run in mental disarray

Darling we're not dead yet.
No need to crumble into dust.
My heart is bleeding slowly.
A slow puncture seems to be.
Trickling claret water.
All over thee and me.
Us a strange couple.
The way it's meant to be.

You soften and say emotions rule the day.
Stating that you try.
Make comment that your heart is warming.
That indeed for love you cry.
The thaw crescendo.
Cries more every verse.
Then you cry and you feel worse.
So do I.

What we have is so perverse.
The swings hit the roundabout.
More often than not.
I shall be up to see you very very soon.
And then as one.
Remembering that.
As the things we share.
Come back once more
We shall peel the moon.
Shining knight light of love!

The spelling of tail and tale was deliberate!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Insatiable (Adult Piece)


Drop to my knees.
My mouth in need of feeding.
At first tenderly.
Softly.
I lick you with tongue of soft lace.
Trembling feelings.
Sparkling in the morning sunlight!
My mouth is warm, with newly consumed coffee from my all consuming loving cup!
The coffee enhances your rapture.
My chasm of joy.
Wraps you in the throes of heaven's ecstasy!
You cry kinda discreetly.
You want no one to hear me giving you pleasure.
I ****, my tongue deeply inserted!
Luscious lips impetuous trying hard to satisfy!
You need what I need, to feel vibrant.
Alive once more.
The sun hits the sky.
Your body ablaze .
You hold on till the last second, before explosion from the life giving lava erupts.
I swallow, you rest.
Relieved at last!
Copyright Livvi Kent 28/03/2013
By ladylivvi1

This tiger sure ain't burning right,
in the forests of the night,
She's blazing with a purple glow,
that none of you will ever know.
She is a sparkle,
in the night time,
a flash in the daylight hours,
no tiger stripes of black and tan.
The lady lost her symmetry,
no sides match,
she's hiding in the undergrowth,
every so often a revelation,
an archetypal creature,
she feeds and thrives and always survives,
safe in the knowledge, that only she knows,
that she'll always feature in the mind of that dark creature.
The speaker of poetry and the writer of words.
(C) Livvi

It is the evening of a day that several hours ago was born.
Created in the very image of yesterday.
Today, life turned another page.
Thursday what was it for?
There was no labour for me today.
Well there was by choice.
Not for money but, for the sense of achievement.
In the heat of the sun shining high in the sky I picked up some shears and created beauty.
Said goodbye to briars and brambles.
Okay no topiary here.
What seemed a million brambles were raised unto the ground.
Beauty was indeed created, for now I see the ground.
I found space once forgotten.
Still more to do.
Lawn mower I'm using you.
Probably abusing you.
No choice I'm afraid.

As long as perchance the weather hangs fine.
My washing blowing on the line.
My grass will be defeated.
Maybe even sweet.
If I can survive with sneezing.
My garden shall look more pleasing.
(c)LIVVI MMCV

4 o clock in the morning,
Dawn is having a cracking time,
Swans flew overhead as I lay in my bed,
Heralding this morning bright with their noisy bugle call,
Some smaller birds are chirping,
Dancing through new life sounds,
Sound like minute crickets, listen, sound like they're having fun,
To early to be awake,
I say,
They woke me as they greeted day,
Tall dark tree in the garden is etched onto the sky,
Helping darkness disappear,
Last night escaped,
Make way for another charm filled day!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Soul hidden in dark shroud.
Offered a penny to save it.
Declined.
More than a penny to save a soul.

Chilled in ice pack.
Kept in safe haven.
Is it safe?
Maybe no escape.

Soul heart or true being.
Cloud covers innocence.
Makes view obscured.
Obsolete.

Trapped.
Anchored by scarlet ribbons.
Adorned with jeweled trinkets.
Distressed.
Soul not for sale.
Nor is it for leaving.

It belongs to honest angel with heart of solid gold.
Not created by alchemists.
Made by life itself.
Every struggle.
Beats the always muddle.
Shown by the muse.
lady Livvi1 2013