Grow old with her til the sun dies.
Til the flowers cry.
Until the bees buzz off, forever.
Until the petals of daisies fall.

Until he dies.
When his heart is drained.
Only then.
She will fall again.

As Icarus.
She cruised the sun.
Only for a moment pure.
Love so enduring.

With fingers burned not wings.
Such an impact.
True love collided with herself.
Grow old with her forever more.

Another place.
Another time.
Love grew and died too soon.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I hit you with my poetry,
Hit you with my mind,
Bedazzled,
Sweet diamonds from deep inside sparkling mind,
I find,
Sleek crisp, emerald, toxic  green .....toxicity breaks,
She shivers and quakes.....!
Having a laugh at all in her path!
Sapphire,
well she's truly on fire blazing deep down in her heart, no longer strangled!
Ruby so red,
Christ she's so nearly dead.... loud and vivacious at times,
Head smashing crystals and pearls, they're the girls!
Amethyst, she forms a tryst betwixt,
other gifted writers, such note,
Unearthing pure gems daily,
From deep mine.... dark, so dim, another dark write born....!
Copyright Livvi Kent 21/03/2013

Love is an egg.
It is blessed, within a jolly fine shell.
Inside lives life.
If the egg is an ova.
Fertilised by love itself .
Love grows rapidly inside.
The cracks appear, love's broken free.
(C) LIVVI

Lost, a world of poetry.
Entrenched, as if in mud stuck fast.
It's me gasping for breath.
Suffocated by squeals of dying emotion.
Struggling to escape from dingy rendezvous.
Silk ribbons bound me tightly.
Escape from dreams delight.
For once the sword of angel dark is mightier than the pen.

My pen is swan so elegant.
The lady as she drifts.
Like driftwood sodden with emotions.
Emotion causes commotion.
Love is such a complex thing.
When with a complex one.
With eyes wide as child of innocence.
I ventured where other angels fear to tread.

I know that he once loved me.
Now my heart is bled.
Imperfections in a perfect image.
Captured in mind's eye!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I live thinking of you deep, while I sleep,
Convincing you in dreams that a space in my cherished heart is saved,
Saved only for you!
I feel your touch on my lashes, in flashes and dashes,
I feel you kiss my mind and my lips,
Deep in sleeps moments precious ,
Where passion runs free,
In dreams you are holding me,
Stroking my face with warm breaths,
Such sweet touch!
You make me shiver and quiver,
Desires imagination fires,
Dream building in my fiery mind,
Losses in your mind, will no longer find,
Saved by little bird,
Tender in kind, not the pretender,
In love ever after, warm heart will return,
Fiery huge love intense, plays on sinews silken,
Kept in heart depths,
At arms length,
Only in dreams!
Livvi Kent 26/04/2013

The Body Part 1!

Was in a body of evidence.
She was lost.
Young body was found.
Lain on the wooded forest floor.
In a glade.
A shaft of sunlight illuminated a tragedy.
In near silence.
Not even a hare's breath.
Only sound was chorus of dawn from duplicitous birds.
Covering up errors of night's foray.
While hunting for snippets on the wind.
Snippets of moths and remnants of bugs.
Weren't out for carrion.
Did not notice last night's carry on.

The walkers wandered through the trees.
Found sunlit copse where body lay.
She was young.
Auburn haired.
So pretty.
Laid out precisely.
Liken to sleep.
Barely untouched.
Not a hair out of place.
Strange serene smile upon her young face.
Eyes closed tight, as a flower in bud.
Pallid.
Death had stolen her colouring.
Taken her life away.

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

She, she is a ******* of the spoken word.
Words of reassurance are given with a smile.
She does prostitution, when she sells her words for wages.
She's really a misanthropist, she likes no human beings.
At work, she sparkles and grins, all  day,a staged act.
Until her pen can play again.
She says,"there, there, it will be alright, but there are no guarantees".
Compassion pays her wages, its such a sad affair.
She rather likes her job, but wants to stay at home.
She's paid for care eternally, but her love is given free.
Livvi

I fell off a horse just once.
Soon I got back on.
My horse was life's experience.
To live a life, to learn full on.
Extract a learning curve.
Steeper by the climb.
Without footholds'
Onwards.
Upwards.
On I climb.

On man as an indigenous species climb.
Catching clouds.
Somehow the catcher of clouds just gets wet.
Nighttimes' are for catching stars.
Sadly never done.
The stars are always falling.
Catch a falling star.
Can you slip it in your apron?
No of course a mere duplication of falling of my horse.
Learning or not.
It's all that mankind's got.
(c)LIVVI

I sit and I sniff as my nose it doth trickle,
the pollen got hold of me,
I'm all in a pickle,
my eyes are so itchy,
I pop in my drops,
maybe I'm lucky as quickly it stops,

Magic pollen,
bringer of life ,
maker of flowers,
it so makes me sneeze,
my sneezing's so bad,
if I get too much closer,
with my powerful sneezes,
maybe,
just maybe,
I will uproot the trees,
destroying nature, with a sneeze.

Take all my pills and rub on my lotions,
trying so hard not to cause a commotion,
what more can I do with hay fever,
except express my emotions!
(C) Livvi

Land of the Lost! (And this is about?)

Land of the lost hid revelations.
Tied In bonds.
Satisfied a thirst.
Hungry for knowledge.
Grew inside.
From the acorn.
Embryonic giant oak.
Doth grow.

Tree of knowledge.
Upon it tawny owl sits.
Shedding pellets.
Knowledge all.
What once lived inside.
Around the globe.
Let the sphere of enlightenment be born.
From the owls wisdom.
Concealed.
Partially digested.
Deep in the land of the lost.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Take my heart,
guard it,
as I guard it,
it is slightly precious,
it has been ripped out,
burst before,
a bloodless balloon,
infiltrated with cheese wire,
somebody tried to stop it,
prevent it bursting again,
slow punctures repaired,
with minute patches of sellotape,
sorry repairs,
pierced,
allowed gentle entry,
somewhat deflating,
only slowly,
a slow release of aromatic air,
a little spiced,
the heart still beats it's thrill,
despite the the chill,
love me some more,
I know one day you will!
(C) Livvi

The  sky hung full of ******, above the execution bell.
The crow circles overhead irreverently, dressed in his Sunday best.
In the bar the dead men fought.
From the counter outside they flew.
Spilled into the street in front of a few.
Two cowboys, guns in both of their hands, wrathful and vengefully meeting demands.
The young lady with the mess of blonde hair, was heard to squeal,
"Oh Jimmy, fight not over me, let him go, let him go free".

The lady in the emerald hat cried "Jimmy and Jason, please stop that."
I hate it when you play with guns.
One of the problems when you have stroppy twin sons.
Their weapons discarded into the bin.
After the gunfight that no brother won.
(C) Livvi

It was something,
a sight to be seen,
the day the bride turned up in black,
the groom turned up in blazing red,
the bridesmaids all wore ****** white,
the ladies all held bouquets,
twisted from a combination,
of Venus fly traps,
and wire with barbs,

A man who looked like Satan,
good looking,
suave,
full up with sophistication,
conducted the unholy service,
smiling,
his black eyes were beaten,
blue,
bloodless,
airless,
the order of service,
was written in blood,
and from it,
he read with a fearsome roar,

He turned,
pronounced them man and wife,
as he proceeded to cut,
their throats with a knife,
Dragged to the reception,
still barely living,
a little bloodied,
but breathing,
VNV Nation, spilled the words of Beloved,
and they stepped right into hell,
on their wedding day,
one hell of a day.
(C) Livvi

Pawns and paws
Walks with ******,
Along sandy shores.
All lifes chores.
Just a surety.
A holiday romance ,
A gay old dance.
Chucking cheap flowers into ditches
given to woman who're *******.
Chrysalis kisses with lizard lips and swirling hips, riding trips.
Feeling nothing, its cold in her soul.
Something's missing, there's only a whole
Its under her feet,
It's your vacant seat.
Legs elevated, love understated.
Truth overrated.
But, to feel your heart beating again.
Such a sweet thing.
Sipping wine alone as you called me, you're making things fine again.
It's all in my brain.
A sickly stain, of written pain
Painted on the bedroom walls, like waterfalls.
Coated in party foam, memorial to the man in Rome.
(c) Livvi

My muse is not amused today.
I'm singing oh so out of tune.
A silver spoon placed in my mouth.
Loaded with cough linctus and antipyretics.
My head is full of puffy fluff.
My brain is thinking loads of tosh.
Catarrhal mind.
Well stuffed up.
Guttural laugh of a cackling witch.
A throat full up with burning itch.
A nose that's headed to the store before I even leave the door.
(c)Livvi MMXV

Candles burn brightly guiding the sight cruising from midnight unto daylight....aforesight dreams of daily scenes, images in magazines, all at the turn of the hands of the clock.
And so the **** crows.
He gets up your nose, he begs you awake.
Strangle the noisy beast.. the tone on the cell phone that steals your sleep.
Where cobwebs hide behind the eyes of the sticky sleeper, tear filled weeper. starlight sweeper, secret keeper, chaste with tight, secrets hid in the night.
Locked inside here where shadows hid, where love's denied and shall all shall hide, for never ever rest in peace ,of raging dreams and stolen sleep.
Of parapets and parakeets that keep you away from rest,the
noisy birds they are the best.
Locked inside there was two of us now there's only one.
He melted in the heat of a vibrant summer sun.. a puddle on the pavement, a melted mess of sticky stuff, missing sleep, mourning love.
***** tonic and all that stuff.
(C) Livvi

Untamed, she sang at the crescent moon,
She sang to the tune of "Au Claire de la Lune",
With a snide smile painted over her face,
She wore no lipstick,
It made her lips sticky,
She sang with perfection,
her voice tousled,
from twisted lace,
and she snored,
and she crawled,
all over the hill,
over the cliff tops,
at Portland bill,
she roared at the men on the prison ship,
who waited in vain for release.
Had a babe on her hip,
The baby belonged to the crescent moon,
a beautiful infant,
conceived of a prisoner,
Locked up for a while,
because he was vile,
he was so very young,
as he hung,
and he sung his own song,
The crying prisoner's,  
ghost was chained up in the jail,
She  had held him,
so tight in his darkness,
And her beautiful heart,
he'd impaled,
for he was a dangerous man,
Left behind, just her spirit,
with boy child,
who wailed and sang to the crescent moon.
(C) Livvi

I was never there,praise be.
Lucky English woman, glad to be free.
As men and women, we are all doomed youth indeed.
Born to expire at the end of the line.
When the time be right to to bid all goodnight, if we're able.
Never set foot on a battlefield luckily.
Breathing relief.
Stood in a war graveyard just up the road.
My head bowed in respect.
Now it's time for worlds and words to break,as war crimes take up their ministerial minions.
Mistakes, unforgiving.
Deception deceiving.
There will be light at the end of the tunnel, where spiders dwell and *******, poor immigrants as swimming ants are struggling to stay afloat.
Landing on a promised land, the water's deep can't touch the sand beneath the feet, death may be sweet release.
Travelers and smuggler's making fun of immigrants trying to reach the sun.
(c)Livvi

In the falling rain we splashed through puddles,
Showered each other with childish smiles,
We tumbled and tripped,
Skipped and leaped,
A pair of daft hearts,
Wrapped up for safe keeping,
A pair of big kids,
With mud streaked faces,
We laugh out loud,
Two stupid adults,
That need to be proud,
Who cares,
The two of us played without airs or graces,
With soggy wet jeans and mud on our faces!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

She swore she saw an angel today.
With flowing hair in falling curls.
Of strawberry blonde,
Kiss curls hugged her face.
She wore a coronet made of twisted flowers of red and yellow, laced amid bright greenery.
Her dress was coloured ivory.
Round her waist she wore a belt of rolled gold.
From her belt hung silver bells.
Bells rang out announcing her arrival.
She took her hand.
Said to her in a voice no louder than a whisper.
Mistakes we make.
But, tis decreed on sorrow thy shall no longer feed.
Arise lady be strong.
Wash away thy torment, pray let it be gone.
The angel swore unto her.
To err is but a human trait.
Worry not woman.
Throw your troubles to the wind.
Place them in a silk purse.
Let them be carried away on the wings of a swan.
A few deep breaths.
Furrowed thoughts.
Remedial actions.
Solutions sought.
By way of a prayer to the angel with the long strawberry blonde flowing hair.
(c) Livvi MMXV

Sunday night.
The rains came again.
As cold as in biting slivers.
Drenched.
Garden arid once, drowning in one sweet afternoon.
It's a cold wrapped blanket of chill.

Dog cowers.
She has no desire to water the grass or the flowers.
Sat on the sofa.
Heating's back on.
Bumps of a million geese creep up my arms.

Emptiness is misery.
Coldness is so miserly.
It's cruel to feel this chill inside and out.
Makes me want to scream and shout.
My heart's so cold.
I've been destroyed.

Inside.
Outside.
Everywhere.
Do I care.
Hell, I do.
This cold.
It's eating me.
Making me blue.
I'm sick of it.
I think perhaps you are too!
Sweet friend.
Both so sick of the harshness of cold.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

There's no justice,
The sorry world's in pain,
collecting pittances of pennies,
in a flat cap in the rain,
raindrops beat against their skin,
no justice for the jacks of hearts,
selling music to save their souls,
music brings the pennies in,
just to feed the crowd.

Chorus
And there's no justice,
to live we strum,
but never ***,
we fight, we sing, we strum,  play the system ,
happily.

Fight to survive ,
alive again,
Strumming through the pouring rain,
tomorrow have to do it all again,
Beat out our rhythm in the pouring rain,
Hell, no justice for the poor boys,
singing in the pouring rain,
again.

Chorus
And there's no justice,
to live we strum,
but never ***,
we fight, we sing, we strum, play the system ,
happily.

Mountains of money,
sing songs for our dreams,
sing for our supper,
right here,
right now,
under pillars of society,
once again,
we're running free.

Chorus
And there's no justice,
to live we strum,
but never ***,
we fight, we sing, we strum, play the system ,
happily.
(C) LIVVI

Starting to drift.
Off the land of nod I go.
Where pillows remind me of candy clouds.
It's silent.
Not a sound.
Except the teasing echoes of words entering my brain.
Taunting me.
Savouring moments of tranquility.
I can feel myself slipping away into another restful realm.
Hey hey,
Whatever next.
The tickle fairy wakes me.
Fills my mind, more words insane.
A zany moment.
Like a beer fizzing.
Another poems brewing.
Will I ever rest.
Probably not.
Writing's what I love the best!

Sorry guys another silly write! probably a bit more sensible than potatoes!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

And Then There Were Words my first book is re-incarnated and back on sale, minus typos.
My next book ,a book of my dark poetry should be out by next week **
Love Livvi x
http://www.lulu.com/shop/olivia-kent/and-then-there-were-words-a-passion-for-poetry/paperback/product-21406426.html?showPreview=true

In your eyes I find the meaning of creation,
The making of poetry,
Filled with darkness,
Filled with love,
A messy misnoma,
From a dark heart full of tenderness,
Drawing pain from imagery,
Painting pain with blistered pen,
Sketching love with cherished words,
Adoring me inside your eyes,
Black eyes,
Very rare,
Your black eyes admit you care!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The beer brigade bundle onto the bus.
No finance to live on.
Hell hear them cuss, as they sup.
From disposable cans as they drink.
Provokes thought, yep, I think!
Beer at bright Easter time.
Faces right pink, they think.
Actually  red faces they ripples.
With nares that do drip.
He slugs at the ******* of bottles of beer.
With the eyes of the china man,
how those nares do drip.
Will he stop?
No ****** fear!
Drinking his lover, the one he holds dear.
Not being aware that true love is near!
(c) Livvi
Happy Easter to all my friends!

Today the desperate parasite escapes.
The confines of the womb release.
The pain unparalled, as reported by my daughter, still just my baby girl.
For now in process the labourious task of being born into adulthood.
In giving up her soon born son.
(c) Livvi

Let's have a picnic under the trees.
Between the grass blades, a hay fever sneeze.
We can watch bumblebees dancing on flowers, they're floating on air.
We can eat sandwiches, loaded with tuna and cucumber for a few hours and delicious cream cakes.

Then came forth the wasps, not so pleasant, they bothered us.
Much more than the bees did before.
Toasting summer with ma, who sat on the grass, lemonade sipped by my mother and me.
Mother said" sit still and they 'll let you be".
Me being me, just had to flap.
Waspish creature got stuck under my cap, tangled up in my sweet lacquered hair.
I panicked and ran, flicked him out of my hair, out he flew.
Straight up my swirly pink gingham skirt.
Little beast got me, my how it hurt.
(c) Livvi MMCV

LONG TIME DEAD!

Have a fading photograph.
It's etched in an album in my mind.
Was not a real image.
Imagined being there on their wedding day.
Memories of days passed yesterday.
Saw the two of them.
Looked still in love.
Holding hands.
Walking down a busy city street.
Prompted me to think a while.
To see such love gave me a smile.
Made me wish that I had found the same.
Never is to be.
I questioned in my mind.
What could their secret be.
Did they have children.
Maybe like me.
Don't believe that love is for real.
After years of feelings changing.
Love becomes friendship.
Friendship companionship.
Years bring intensity with strength.
In defence of one another.
Rough and smooth.
Storms ridden.
Still they made it through.
Tears welled up.
If wishes were kisses and wishes were true.
Could have spent my life with you!


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Fencing raindrops.
Captured dew.
Afore mine eyes sparkling.
A perfect gift for misty morn.
Made by spider.
The clever, she.
Her web that utters, "darling I love you"
Come visit me.
Please stay for tea.
You will be my loved one.
My nourishment,
My sustenance.
I am arachnid, never will you be free.
(C) LIVVI

Don't pet the wolves of Wall Street.
Definitely don't feed them.
They will bite your hand off without a second thought.
They're baying with the hounds of hell.
Stirring chaos in the world.
Within a melting ***.
It's ready to bubble over.
Beside the dogs of religion,
money is at the root of all that's evil.
Surely the devil's in control.
The ******* in charge of the Wall Street soul
The devil himself he calls to arms.
Those with world control.
Once again he uses his wily charms.
(C) Livvi

Settle.
You have made a rash decision.
Thrown yourself away.
Take a chill pill.
Not literally I swear of course.
Put your head back on the level.
Put your feet back on the ground.
That does not mean, your  put your head upon the block.

In your sorrow
I do not revel.
Detest to see you in so many pieces.
I realise you're broken and hurting to bits.
Don't wipe yourself away.
Reinstate the poems that you've taken.

My friend a huge mistake you've made.
I know you have.
For the sake of cross wires.
Please don't crucify yourself inside.
Just rest and recover.
This has messed me, as much as thee.
Sweet man.

Reconsider your tragic actions so rash!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Mamma
Why didn't you hold me?
Why were you cold to me?
Did you not care?
Did you not want to?
You had it,
You had it all,
Kept it underneath your hat.
You never realised what you lost.
How much did it cost?
If you knew you would not make the same mistakes.
If time was yours to have again.
(C) Livvi

Chasing dreams.
You know what it means?
Hot in pursuance,
Rainbow chaser.
Smiling faces.
Crock-pots full up with gold.

It was only when I saw him.
A perfect specimen of a young man.
An Asian Adonis.
He was sat on the bus in front of me.
Perfect build, marvellous smile,
Everything fitted.
His eyes caught mine.
He stimulated me.
Sadly just my pen.
It took me all day to write this.
Sadly realising,
I'm ancient in comparison.
Such is life.
He looked at a young woman with scarlet hair.
Did I care, of course I did.
I wouldn't let it show though.
Today I write my silly words.
Just to let you know.
Don't know if you noticed me.
I sure as hell did, did you?
If you were on that bus about half past nine.
You won't remember me,
You were just today's inspiration.
Revel in the attention,
Hope you're flattered,
By she to whom, you'll never matter.
(c) Livvi MMCV

Love is not insipid.
With poetry strong,
Undeniable ox.
She's soft as a kitten.
When need doth declare.
Gentle as silk.

She's hard as nails of iron wrought.
Aware in heart that true love can never ever be bought.
Like respect it needs earning.
Love can be touched at times.
For her only the surfaced grazed.

When she finds you.
You'll be amazed
******* dressed.
Then runs away free.

Currently undressed near naked.
Vulnerable.
Such an empty shell remains.
Left alone.
Feeling just a little lost.

The only spirit my love knows is that of a ghost.
A ghost writer with mighty quill.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

What became of them.
A tragedy.
They all died.
I did nothing wrong at all.
I missed the best of them.
Now I have the rest.
Let them slip from my grasp.
I need not apologise.
It's just the way times flies.

In the blink of an eye they vanished.
These creatures, so once reliant on me.
Became independent.
We set each other free!
My children are now adults.
Catapulted from infancy.
Into adulthood!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

He tried so hard to persuade her, he so wanted to invade her space.
Promised her joy,  he said it was waiting at the end of his wriggly finger.
So, said the gent who wanted to linger.
He wanted to stay at the end of their date.
Maybe he wanted to mate.
Can't think why, as spoken by the poets  most sarcastic pen.
Her sense of humour.
Always intact,
Always cool.
This perfect chick was nobody's fool.
She recalled in ample time.
The things her mother said to her.
Very well instilled, they were.
A timely reminder.
"Chicks pull worms", she said to me.
I guess they always will.
And you most certainly were one.
A worm that was.
She turned to him with a pure wry smile.
His right cheek recipient of such a mighty slap
Why the hell are you being so cheesy,
You got me wrong.
I sure ain't easy.
The man  wanting mischief,  was ushered out of the door.
Tail firmly between his legs, nowhere else, that's for sure.
Feeling just a little sore.
This cat's not playing anymore.
(C) Livvi