Monolith a standing stone always lost.
Can't go anywhere.
Always alone.
Silently standing in monotone.
Lonely stone.

Can he watch what he sees.
Been static a lifetime and more.
Has he got a history wedged in a stone brain.
Does he have all seeing eyes.

Is it cold standing out with the kiss of frost.
Moon rises and sets.
Sun kisses and misses.
Lichen used as a coat.
Does the heat perplex him.

If it does he won't say.
Just takes it all in with his all seeing eyes.
Why is he male.
Just know.
Seemed to fit with a heart of stone.

(NO OFFENCE MEANT, GENTS)
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The stars upon the canvas, spotted dotted, painted white,
Night sky crisp with dreamer's dreams, streaming through the sky,
Can you interpret these flying dreams?
Dancing through the scheme of things,
Oh look, there's a pretty one wearing candy pink,
There's a rugby players dream, decked in a stripy shirt,
A babies dream wriggled slightly by,
not fully able to understand,
Catching dreams of babies, is in such great demand,
In dreams of innocence, and chuckling smiles, so tiny, they make not much sense.
Along trips a nightmare, a terror of war,
hold on tight, the fiery steed of passion scares,
What was caught in your dreams last night, can you remember?
(C) Livvi

She's too beautiful for modern man.
She maybe deserved kisses to make her smile.
She's just an image upon dead canvas.
Still heart stopping.
Focus of many eyes.

She's lacking colour.
Dreary but still stunning.
She's worth a million dollars.
Actually priceless.
Not for sale.
Sure some would buy her if they could.

Her face is fixed.
Unsmiling.
Antique lady.
Unchanging.
Eternal.
Gay Paris.
No smile.
Watching the tourists as they just keep passing by.
(c)Livvi

Sushi lies, shining eyes.
Diamond mines and speeding fines.
Wines and wonders.
Many blunders.
Imperfections,
Rejections,
Cash injections.
Saving grace.
Losing face.
Firing gun, setting sun.
Suicide bomber's numbers up.
Sadly, badly.
Crazily madly.
Laying beyond.
Into future.
Kingdom come.
Setting sun.
So many tears.
So many cry.
Man and his madness.
Makes cherished world die.
Created of vinyl.
Beaten by heat.
This place is not sweet.
Disgraceful ****** taking place daily.
(c) Livvi

Jumped from his trusty steed, was desiring sweetness' touch.
Silently, he creeps through undergrowth so soft.
Sparkling damp with dew drops, remnants of warm summer shower.
Tales before, had spoke of precious women.
Woman pure who came to bathe in the stream.
Silent he came.
He had to be quiet,
No desire he had to scare them beauties away.

In this tranquil spot, he heard the laughs of woman.
Splashing  dressed only in their naked form.
My how they played.
He watched in silent silhouette, he desired so he not be seen.
The sight of their young adult form , was glory as was perfect poetry before very his eyes,
Purity personified, each and every one.

His body ached ferociously.
Oh for just for one sweet touch.
One such beauty caught his eye.
Eye locked on maiden fair.
Pretty face with flaxen hair.
Hair descended in wavy rivers down her back,'twas shining in the sun.
Shining to his hearts appeal,

His heart was set, his match he'd met.
One knight minus suit of armour,

His only goal to charm her.
Discreet and pure.
Away from stream did lure her kindly.
He did summon her.
By means a little bit absurd made strange cry of a weird bird.
One she'd never heard before.

Each sweet moment, he wanted her more.
He made her jump, near out of her skin.
In the glint of her eye,his maiden now spied,
Her ushered her over.
Cute maiden.
So fair.
By now was feeling truly aroused.
Eyes of fire.
His passion alive.

The knight took his lady.
Placed his cloak upon the grass .
A garland of roses, placed under her head.
She laid calm.
Serene.
Tranquil,

He leaned over her body and kissed her.
His kiss she full returned.
How she yearned.
Gentle caresses.
Relieving his stresses.
while her tresses.
He duly caresses in return!
No distress.
Together in near silence,

They stroked only making contact by eye.
Passion enhances their chances.
As beautiful love bans they make.
Kisses taste of honey shared.
While from the ****** womb surreal.
Supreme.
Sweet scent a woman exudes.
Elusive before newness birthed.
Here enters loves precious joy.
Between ****** young woman and grown up young boy.
A kiss before leaving hard full on her lips,
Hand in hand.
They to go.

An announcement to the ruler of the realm.
Their full intention,
Nothing else to mention.
It was not just ***.
But new love truly.
Another luscious fairy tale.
Another dream come true.
(c)Livvi

Cupids' really stupid.
Collared loads of loving friends.
Sat here still,
Maybe forever.
Singledom...it never ends.

I cry.
I die,
Oh hell,
why.
I hate being alone.
But sometimes I love it.
I love my space.
No one buys me valentines cards.
I send none myself.
I get no flowers or chocolates...
It can be advantageous.
At least my hay fever stays under control.
No chocolate bulge here...hee hee.
Never to be over weight.
Being single has it's plus points.
Is nearly always great.
My kisses are all candid.
Come share a few with me.
(C) Livvi

Mixed messages of love and joy.
Translated by other sites.
You think you penned it right.
Something went wrong.
You're talking of flowers, which in a gorgeous garden grew.
Translated to flour for bread, chucked in a wordy stew.
It's all so confusing, words of blood, became squelching mud.
Oh what is this poetic person to do?
Reminder to self,must not write love poems in foreign tongue to you.
Words of love all painted blue.
Just a little sticky.
Oops.
Could be a little tricky.
You say you want to visit,
In perfect spiel you say "Innit".
The twisted words may become untangled,
Eventually.
When the translation websites all make sense or scents,
They may end up smelling sweet.
(C) LIVVI

Tonight I went to see a band,
A kicking band of wild sounds,
Gaelic in origin,
passionate in sound,
tin whistles and bagpipes,
hot wild stage lights,
Not one word was sung,
but the music sure stung.

And then I saw him stood there,
he looked a lot like you,
he did wear a wedding ring,
oh goodness how I sighed,
I got up close and personal,
much closer than I should have been,
took a quick look out of my bright eye,
'Twas only then I noticed the wedding band bore one long word,
engraved into the wearers heart,
Rather like mine too,
The band he wore spoke Poetry,
similar in kind to me,
very kind indeed,
but it wasn't you it couldn't be,
to tell the truth I didn't really expect it to be thee,
as the could only ever be one of you,
you're the original!
(C) Livvi

Pregnant,(no,) just the mother of all bizarre ideas and weird words...been developing for years.
Slow heat simmering.
Tear relieving, never deceiving.
Past, present and freedom,
Reliever of boredom.
Frustration crusher,
Sleepy squashed,
All washed out.
Nighty night.
Sleep tight.
A poem about anything, told you I could.
Resting now just like I should! X
(c) Livvi

Here I sit, in my cell,
Looking at my cell,
Realising,
just how beautiful you are,
you were on a high,
high on emotions,
the emotions being love and fun,
Thinking to myself,
how ****** unjust it is,
that I can make you smile,
but, you won't let me in,
your barriers are set in concrete,
anchored to a hellish fear of love,
somehow breaching your pearly gates,
the heaven that I sent you to,
I can't reach you now,
you have shut down,
Your barriers are made from stainless steel,
You just don't want to feel,
Reality,
when it pokes you smartly in the eyes,
listen to me,
for I am wise,
Wizened,
but wise,
And I am always your friend!
(C) Livvi

Ladies of death.
They sit and they wait.
With years of tears they're awaiting a date.
Strung out like ***** laundry, they're waiting for cleansing.
The dusty haze as lights go out.
Heading for heaven, Nirvana or hell.
Corrupted system as no man can tell.
Slamming of cell doors.
Rattling of keys.
Awaiting execution.

Pleas for clemency.
Pleas all ran out.
May justice be done, before their last breath.
Before the setting of this their final sun.
Pray let all the evidence be fitting.
Before the eyes of God the Father.
Openly honest, a proven conviction.

IN MEMORY OF FRANCES NEWTON.
EXECUTED AT HUNTSVILLE 2005
By ladylivvi1

© 2015 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

She thinks,
she thinks she could quite like you,
she wonders,
she wonders if offers ever genuine,
are  they worth playing with?

In her life,
genuine is non-existent,
she may even grow to love you,
now,
those roses thorns are all stripped bare,
the once decadent silver foliage,
repatriated to the garden,
to be mulched into dreams of what may come,
compost for the compos mentis,
should the lady of the day be lucky?
she was right to doubt,
so right!
(C) Livvi

Phone me, discuss rather than cuss.
You will not drag me to hell!
Because you can't.
I write because, like you I can,
Write what I feel at the time,
Means nothing...just words.
I want no recognition.
From you or A.N.Other!
If you will not speak to the lady who is  most definitely no runt.
No *****.
Who does not want you anymore.
Because you're truly self-absorbed.
No C**T
(BTW I shall not share your naked pics on here.)
Believe it or not.
I have respect for you and more  for myself!

Walking in thunderstorms.
Throw back the rain.
Insidious icicles run down my spine.
Falling as hailstones.
All hail the king.

The king is a proud man.
A very profound man.
Lyrical, vocal.
Dark haired and deep.
He'll write me a love song.
I'll pen one for he.
I may  never be lyrical, but my words flow for free.
Him and me!
(c) Livvi

This angel cries saline tears,
As emotion wells,
Love's insane,
Hung on a crucifix of past captured pain,
Released,
Uncontrolled,
Non-compliant while in wild nightmares,
Darkness touches passion flower enlightened soul!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Mr McCormick whacked her with his stick.
His nurse that was.
Didn't want to be bothered.
He was busy reading the paper.
A political persuasion.
Frustration aggression maybe the theory.
(Michael Rutter, I believe)

Mrs Brady,
A lovely old lady.
Elderly but beautiful as she recanted tales of how she reported how she cavorted  and partied  when younger.
Such relentless hunger.
With aged joints, she still wants to dance.
Find herself a little romance.
A bit of a rumble,
Potential to tumble.
She lives in a world where all's risk assessed.

Mr Jones,
An ******* of bones.
He gave up on all of his food.
He knew what he wanted.
Family all tried to persuade him to eat.
He wanted to meet the old boy upstairs.
Greet the guy at them pearly gates.
Sipped only from an occasional caring cup.
She bade him goodbye as she walked from her shift.

Stood out on the pavement.
Window's open.
Looked close as she she walked away.
Through the open window.
She swore, she saw his spirit leave.
(C) Livvi

She broke her heart.
She snapped it.
It was a little fragile.
She let him play with it.
Teasing and tormenting it.
He used it like a rubber ball.
Bounced it round and bruised it.
He made her pretty eyes sob an ocean.
His eyes were terrific.
Her eyes were too.
His eyes were her main attraction.
His hair was thick and black.
Hers was reddish and shiny.
Glinted in the morning sun.
Evening tumbled from the day time sky.
As she smiled and kissed him goodbye.
(C) LIVVI

How do I write a love song,
When I look into dark eyes,
Eyes filled with sorrow's marks,
When I look into those eyes,
Missing fire's sparks,

How can we dance a tango,
When we're dancing all alone,
How can we have a party,
When we're always on our own,
How can I hold you,
When we're so far apart,

How can we do darkness,
When I'm pure and truly light,
Darkness I paint better,When I'm miserable as sin,
Darkness you paint wonderfully,
It's running through your skin

Superficial bubbles,
Fizz of pink champagne,
Punctured with a safety pin,
Time to trip and skip,
To sit in long grass,
Dreaming for hours,
Courted, clouds unreachable,
Seen the stars,
Stretched up reached  them,
To feed them to your eyes,
To make you smile again!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I'm so feeling today.
My friends cat went out to play this morning at dawn.
A guy in a car murdered him.
I'm sure it wasn't deliberate
It made me think about callous worlds and demon drivers.
My friend told me.
His cat was still warm when he found him.
Nine lives done, no lucky charm.
My face is wet.
As even poets cry.
(C) Livvi

The sun rises every morning,
Sometimes,
I think,
it's role is just to cheese me off.
As from behind it's hazy autumnal sky,
with falling mist,
It wakes me early,
before the **** begins to crow,
always beats my alarm clock at letting me know.
The time has come once again to move on,
to face a newborn week,

One day,
I shall not awaken to the light of the morning sun,
not just yet however,
I shall be drenched in the realms of once just passed lost breaths,
And internally to myself I shall smile,
In the belief that I shall not die in the minds of my mattering ones,
the nattering ones.
Who matter so much,
in the past tense of emotions immense,
of sons,
grandsons and daughters,
of maybe one day having grand-daughters,
and brothers long lost.

At the setting of the sun today,
I will reflect,
as evening folds around me,
on marriage and families and sisters -in -law,
I'll take a deep breath,
smile,
so much,
at the peace that was drawn from a wedding hat box.
(C) Livvi

Her clothes were chosen for her.
Dressed by her favourite friend.
She had no choice at all.
Never allowed to buy her own.
Daddy always bought them.
Her shape was perfect.
One all the other woman wanted.
Some were rather jealous of her body beautiful.
Rather inflexible.
Hair golden hair was made of nylon.
Stiff, brittle and unbrushable, but never out of place.
She never washed or had a bath, her make up hung in perfect place.
She never really said a lot.
Played only with little girls, with frilly frocks and golden curls.
Daddy bought another one, his daughter moulded on her plastic Barbie doll!
(C) Livvi

A new baby.
That beautiful new baby smell.
Who remembers it?
It's beautiful.
Perfect in fact.
Carried her home in the blazing heat.
I cossetted her.
Sad with her on my lap.
We played all day.
She's an amazing, brilliant young lady.
She produced her first words today.
Slept for a little while today.
I left her home alone.
I locked her inside.
And now, I'll be blown.
I just can't shut her up.
(C) LIVVI

He banged on the door.
He spoke to me with gentle tongue.
All dressed up in his Sunday best suit.
Looked so smart, he left me mute.
He held out to me a fetching hand.
Could I really resist temptations demand.
I invited him in.
I made him sweet tea.
However did he hear about me.
I went to my room and put on a frock.
A pretty floral number.
I thought I rocked.
Together we left the realm of my house.
Outside of my castle, became such a mouse.
He led me tenderly by the hand to the house of God just over the road.
I thought.
What have I to lose, the hymn writers present such powerful muse.
I sat and I listened to the words of the bible.
Made a little sense, but I'm a rebel.
My God is my word,  and I'm sure God don't mind.
After a nice cup of tea the visit was done.
He was gone.
Maybe en-route to my own kingdom come.
I never saw him again.
An atheist I remain.
But I so love the verse of my favourite hymns.
(C) Livvi

Sunburn in November near.
Brightness of sunshine.
Being held no fear.
Bathed in golden light.
And the so Admiral fluttered.
Bit late in the season.
For butterfly to flutter by.
Landed on the sill.
Absorbed the suns prolific rays.
Grazing on warmth and autumn comfort.
I came too close and you were gone.
(C) Livvi

Looking down at mudflat river,
Remnants of life,
Where the water's running low,
Imagining looking at the once white weir of dizziness, now dry,
Hell on earth,
Where did it go,
To some the touch of summer sun brings intense, immense delight,
But for now, the river's teeming life,
Once abundant sits redundant,
Desperation shown in it's desperate sorrow without tears,
Two last fish flounder gasping for fresh water's tender kiss,

Summer sun brings treasure as leisure times are cherished lazing on the grassy banks,
With the one who fills my hearts desire,
While glory skies are filled with fire,
As we loll on the bank, soaking up her solar rays on scorching red hot July days,
Much disregard for essence of life itself!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The pain,
do you know it?
where your stomach's turning somersaults,
don't tell me you don't know it,
that feeling,
where snakes inhabit your stomach,
they're wriggling and reeling,
Bad dreams have pursued you,
into the shadows,
where pain once lived,
indignantly.
And from the other side you storm,
more confidence,
feeling strong!
(C) Livvi

The trees fight the whistling wind, strength is their resilience.
The windows scratched by wild man who dances in my garden.
Naked fingers,
Realms of weather.
The rain is lashing all that's bare.
Tossed and turned without a care.
The cold hath teeth no man can see.
The ebony of darkest shade it keeps it's prisoners trapped inside.
Whilst in the house the sneezes freed.
Mother moon is hiding fast behind her clouds, those ones be blast.
Past midnight.
Morning lost, out of sight.
Frightful Saturday night.
(c)LIVVI

PRETTY ART
A pretty beast, a flaming heart.
Fires ignition, all for art.
Strands of ribbons.
Tangled up intrinsically.
In elastic,
Beauty bound.
From depths within the psychic hold.
Cold as snow drops.
They're kissing the rain.
Warm as ribbons, a little frayed.
Summer for winter winds,
Come along pray let us trade.
Beat winters marching.
His tyrant, his tirade.
Sharp and ****.
Poetic art.
Barter with him for lost summers bliss.
(C) Livvi

Oh for reckless dreams of walking back to childhood.
Much too late, but much too soon.
Of walking over sandy shores.
Hand in hand with the love of one's life.
Once upon a life time ago, was  someone's pretty little wife.
Too soon became trouble and strife.
Time went and caught her up.
Not quite enough to be ready to die.
The ****** get wet  and the passion has passed.
Knicker elastic crawls over her waist.
Thrillers becoming passion killers.
And still we giggle like teenagers, a little less wriggling about.
Her tights dangle down as if there's no tomorrow.
Ageing bought nothing but truth and sorrow.
But it's not  going to  get me
I just won't let it.
Even tho' this stubborn old goat is a nanny.
(c ) Livvi

You are an insult.
Insulting intelligence.
Ridiculing life itself.
An excuse.
Example of intrigue.
Enigmatic monkey puzzle.
Appearance of a mighty tree.

A coiled spring waiting for summer.
Christmas walking forwards towards the end of year.
Afraid of tomorrow, despite it never coming.
Sunshine beats at lunchtime, covering a chill.
A chill that cowers quietly,behind the bedroom door.
Arrows flying everywhere.
Yet no one knows the score.
(c)LIVVI

A captured soul.
Invisible to the naked eye.
Love enchants and ensnares.
That's why we die.
Just an image in a bigger picture.
Main feature is the scheme of life.
We sit  metaphorically naked in corners.
Stealing feelings from those who passed.
We **** the life force from the chill.
The chill of death.
Cries only for a perfect thrill.
But I'm not dying yet.
Totally f**king refuse.
Wishing I was younger,
A hankering.
A hunger.
(C) LIVVI

Bedlam is empty.
Silence reigns, where banshees wailed.
Heaviness lifted.
Darkness enlightened.
Now, young evacuated by the calling of the clubs.
Consumption of alcohol
Flying high on crazy drugs.
Midnight comes.
The police arrive.
Streets of bedlam re-occupied.
Handcuffs.
Noisy cells.
Clubbers, feeling not so well.
Tomorrow heads all filled with fluff.
Silly sods.
Feeling rough!
(C) LIVVI

Human respect and dignity.
Hung upon the world wide trees.
Love and compassion, together bathe in warm seas.
Taking sides with flowing tides.
Hope, well she's climbing mountains.
Reaching for the skies.
The birds are spreading only truth.
Messages to all the youth.
Humanity is really cool.
Man as race indigenous, entirety of planet Earth.
Themselves, nothing, but stupid fools.
Upon the planet of their birth.
(c) Livvi

Pick it up.
Lose it not.
Caring, not wrapped in a tissue.
Throw it not down the sewer.
Sew it up and fix it.
Going down inept response.

Lose not his head.
For he's not dead.
Wanting nothing.
Needing none.
Once trapped in web already spun.
As a discarded tissue forgiven.
She'll miss you.
But he's already gone.
Don't cry ask not why.
She just cares.
The girl with the Auburn Hair!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

My shadow seems to follow me, into the nether world, tween sleep and wake, rather wrecked, being tired does that to me.
And as I fight to stay alert my eyelids hurt, they struggle to defeat this night with perfect sprite.
A living flame.
Keen and burning.
Eyes are yearning for the sight and mind of moody moon tonight.
Keen in spirit, not in mind,as night-time colonises my brain.
Staying alert but, a bitter pain, for which no pills can take this ill.
Doubt I'll ever see it again.
My mortal endeavour, one in a million, to see Diana blaze in vermilion.
A gorgeous dress I'm sure she'll sport.
Witnessed only, should I not be caught.
In realms of sleep or I shall weep, for missing the event of the lunatic season.
Without a **** good reason.
(c)Livvi