The glory of sunrise so red striped the sky.
The sheep got lost on the snow covered hills.
The tree top are icing sugar white after the blistering last night.
The elders bowed their respects to the loch.
The grouse he is hiding 'neath the slippery rocks.
Good morning winter wonderland.
(C) Livvi

Sleeping undeniably is a keen idea,
Weeping in solitude,
As angels keep my eyes slightly ajar,
Sometimes drifting off it seems,
Never very far,
My head lead weight,
My heart sweet love decried,
Wish sleep's pure embrace,
To cradle me,
To keep me safe from harm
By ladylivvi1

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A weekend of wonderful words exchanged,
Words written on the bus to books being read,
To tales of ghosties and ghoulies and Poe,
In darkness and brightness,
Feeding two wordy heads,
As we rest in my bed,
Hard to believe that many will ever know,
The impact of words in poetry or prose,
Maybe I guess only you and  I care,
Apart from our friends dotted everywhere,
One day soon we'll be together again,
To revel in words of pleasure and pain,
Until that sweet day, which won't be too long,
In our poetic hearts we both belong!

By ladylivvi1
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A clamour of ladies.
No glamour here dear.
Dressed in tacky filthy garb.
A little sniffy.
It's the powder they do.

Dare you speak to them?
They hover around.
Touting for business.
Those bad luck *******.
(C) Livvi

And she sank into your eyes.
A transfixed fixture captured in the dark.
A camera image.
Stored in an antiquated box camera.
Locked away.
Awaiting revelation.

A chimera, maybe a feature of a potent imagination.
She's prowling through the shadowy lands.
In the contorted universal time.

He knows she's there.
She haunts his heart and feeds his mind.
Almost feels it.
He feels her very being, she feels him without pain sensation.
She feeds him emotion from a dessert spoon.
Just because she's sweet.
He holds her tight in his darkest moments.
And yet she saw him crying.
A child without a handkerchief.
Wipe your eyes sweet heart, she smiles.
She is waiting.
(C) Livvi

Murky passages.
Damp, all consuming.
Silence falls, with it's dismal veil complete.
A black velvet cloak.
Mysterious fingers rip at the night.
Dense air, clogged bronchi.
Struggles to extract breath from the atmosphere.
A ghastly wheeze and crackles as the last breath left.
(c) Livvi

Fly away sweet child.
Jet off into foreign skies.
Knowing I'll miss you honey.
Daughter of mine.
Sky cruise to the land of Oz.
To sunshine dreams and buttercups.
Because, because you want to.
Want to spread your pretty
wings.
Here now as I sit and think.
Wishing you the best things.
Catching opportunities while you can.
Seeking wishes.
Finding bigger fishes.
In opportune lands.
Burning sands.
Waving goodbye.
Promise not to cry.
At least, I'll try.
Mum x

He told me that the world was good.
Maybe was carved from ball of wood.
Sadly 'twas invaded by wood worms.
Who spent hours daily nibbling.
However: it isn't really wooden.
Despite the pain 'tis really good, good as gold.
Our world protected, loved so dearly.
Close to ending,
Only nearly.
Protected by the word of various lords,
And mythical souls.
Hercules in full support,
The weight of the world on his shoulders.
Heracles despatching lions, well only one to my knowledge.
Gods and prophets will do their best.
Adam and Eve conceived their sons and Noah's floods and Lot's salt pillar.
Angels soothe minds of the troubled.
While gorgons, witnessed turn to stone, their snakes are hungry their dying for rats.
Samaritans will save the world, not just lonesome travellers.
And Jesus, he turned water into wine, not mine, loaves and fishes to feed them all.
Let us pray.
(C) LIVVI

My ******* are calling to my knees.
They're very close you see.
My jeans control my belly.
My hair is going zebra.
My eyes were sharper than a spear.
Now they see you when you're near.
My teeth are made of ivory, if only for the image.
Crumbling into the sea,but as I said I can't see them them break.
Even the mirror is quaking.
I am just a shocking sight
Thank god for a electric brain.
Sparks still fly as dangerous razors.
Although the body's getting fat.
Not much I can do about that.
All downhill from here.
Thrilling.
(c)Livvi

Off she went chasing whims.
She could see those devious fellows.
Dashing past, flashing by in front of her.
Catching them was near impossible.
When she nearly caught them.
Her ****** they would evade again
****** silly creatures, thereby took their leave.
What were those silly  whimsical creatures, that she so desperately chased?
The tissues that fell out of her sleeve.
Took off her sweater, they tumbled out.
They got grabbed by the breeze.
Did not want to spread her germs.
From those whimsical tissues, running free, caught on breezes of sneezes.
(C) LIVVI 2014

You

You know not what you're doing,
You drift, in ways of abstract design,
You give false impressions,
Of things deeply untrue,
Oh God,
I wish that you weren't you!
You are anonymously sweet,
Portraying that you're bad,
When in fact,
You're really sad,
Full of lost delights,
Everything is wrong,
Not much is right!
You found the right one then,
It melted, lava bursting,blood ripples,
You get judged in ridicule,
By all who surround you!
In you're life,
They all confound you,
You want to fit in and fall in love,
But all around you,
Astound you.
You are not a frog on a leash,
To be toyed with,
Nor one who wants to play,
You are a person!
You have a heart,
A heart which sustains and nourishes,
Protects and cossets,
You have dark secrets,
Running through cold veins,
A brain of creations,
Your thoughts run deep,
Still waters they say,
You have to hold them everyday,
Black as night is,
As white as pure is,
All you want is love for sure,
Do you know your name?
Do you know who you are?
Full suit of armour protects naked soul
Falling deeper into a hole, daily,
You are me, and I am you!
By ladylivvi1

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A vision from a study window.
My study in fact.
You stand there peeling your clothes.
As if blissfully unaware.
You know not I am watching you.
My eyes cannot become averted.
I'm sure, if you knew I was watching you.
You may well draw your blinds.
Maybe turn off your bedroom light.
I do not know you.
I never will.
If I saw you in the street.
I'd shyly beat rapid retreat.
Blushing to the roots of my hair.
But I don't know you and I don't care.
But then again.
I stop and think.
If I can see you, can you see me?
You are young, tanned, shapely.
All man.
Me I am woman.
Older than you.
By no means elderly.
No *** goddess.
Not bad looking.
You, you're probably thirty.
Me, the older woman, who is thinking *****.
(c) Livvi

Stop the rain.
Chase away the pain, it's burning.
Accursed yearning.
Fondles and trembles.
Take me to that temple.
The gleaming one that hides the secrets.
It's treats, unknown sweet .
Taste the chaste.
According to the things that matter.
Things that don't in a chaos of a broken butterfly.
Pretending to be a humble bumble bee.
(c) Livvi MMCV

Your dark eyes were to die for.
Mine full of sprinkles.
Sprinkles of tears.
My life's focus got  a little mislaid when I looked deep inside.
I can say I spied your real being, from the outside looking in.
I never learned, although a learned soul at heart.
Still lost in your eyes.
And poetic art.
Your iris not a flower, but a hollow tunnel of carbon, awaiting a quiet spark.
And at that the tone of the saxophone so dolefully plays.
Threw a deep jazz rhythm into my mind to divert my focus a tiny bit  more.
In another life at another time I would be  yours and you'd be mine.
That's a certainty.
The time the present, the Christmas gift is inappropriate.
Maybe in a little while the world will work out great.
(C) Livvi

In world where emotions interfere,
Well, I sometimes wish I wasn't here,
For your delight, for dual pleasure,
Nothing more than simple measures,
In tenderness and truth I trust,
For my sweet mantra I do live,
In angels arms, I find much more than I ever discovered before,
Love, truth, trust respect I always want,
But rarely get,
When we say we love,
We know we do,
Living in fantasy ,in a world without defence,
I look deep inside you, I see no pretence,
You see none in me,
What you see in me is truly what you get,
For all the three of us,
You and me and poetry!




By ladylivvi1

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In paradise where angels live.
You're struggling to survive.
You haven't had a drink today.

The angels came and took you.
Somehow, you made it into heaven.
Your life stolen away.
Angels tickled your toes.
Trying to wake you.
Thought you deserved another chance.
Sadly they got beaten.
You weren't prepared to dance no more.
Belly swollen.
Liver sore.
You gave up on them.
Looked like you were merely sleeping.
In heaven, cradled by regrets.
Where the mists of time bathe your addiction.
Cleansing your sorry soul.
(c)LIVVI

****** Is,
What?
****** *******,
Do
****** bodies,
Everywhere.
****** barbaric.
****** religion.
Who ****** needs it?
Not me!
(C) LIVVI

How is it that you can you tell me that God exists.
I speak of the words of apostles.
Preachers and teachers.
Commented on in the written epistles.
How can a holy trinity live on.
The only ghosts I find.
Well sure as hell, they aren't holy.
My is father dead.
The sun, I'm aware of hangs in the sky.
And two of my own before mine eyes.
If there is a God.
How comes the world is in manic disarray.
Leave a world in so much turmoil.
Is it destruction of souless vacant men.
By the curse of Lucifer.

I believe only in the power of me.
And  in the power of poetry.
Good and bad does exist within the world.
That bad is not controlled by us.
The little folk.
The element of controlling is plucked by governmental powers.
Who left us ******!

Livvi 29/12/2013

Mauve hair.
Not purple as an empress.
From the land of ancient Rome.
A little tough and really rough.
She roams the transport network.
Hops on board the number five.

She has in her company male children.
Sometimes four.
Often five.
In her company.
And a push chair.

Her and her brood use up all the chairs.
Ask them to move and she doesn't care.
She can be rude and rather abusive.
While her children continue to riot.

It will come as such a relief.
That on the bus that's often full
For the next few days they won't be there.

Thanks only to the yule season.
Off school for a few weeks vacation.
So we'll all get a seat on the way from the station!
By ladylivvi1

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Airbrushing history, with genuine sable.
Spilling drops of colour,upon the kitchen table,verdant green, scheme of things.
Pictures of such pretty stuff.
Built of rocks, fragmented clay.
Remnants curing yesterday.
Taste of ham and wild boar, upon the streets the courtyard *****.
Mysteries from history,underground culture, scavengers, vultures. Astounding,unearthed, rebirthed.
Revelations, handle carefully.
Secret lives exposé, book of secrets out to play.
Books fall open, trembling as poplars do, cutting clouds in ribbons strands.
Grasping past lives with both hands.
(c) Livvi

Innocent child you stand in the rain.
Momma is stranded, bus late again.
You wipe away tears.
Year after year.
Still you sit.
Silently waiting.
The quiet is grating.
Air hangs heavy.
Atmosphere of no fear.
You had no recollection of that accident.
Tragically both of you taken.
You knew not.
A clump of forget-me-nots cluttered the road edge.
Today you still stand.
Not realising the hovering dark clouds are just a mere disguise.
A swirling storm, a whirling tornado.
Momma came home.
Carried back on the wind.
It rocked.
She captured your hand, held safely in hers.
Another quick twist, both of you gone.
(c)Livvi

Slippery pavements.
Icing sugar dusted.
Broken ankle.
Not so sweet.
(C) Livvi

Standing in smoky shadows.
The creature lurks.
It's name is worry.
Laced with fury.

Morning mists descend.
Becoming mind concealing fog.
Pain in fingers, burning icy pain.
With breath so much warmer than the air,
Which it surrounds.
Engulfing the faces of all things around.

Lost in the gloomy shadows so dense.
As haar raises over the sea on the coast.
Waiting to snare a victim.
Too lose a being in a villainous crime.
Only crime is depression.
Leads to death in sorrow.
Depression catches and snatches.
Stealing all tomorrows.
By ladylivvi1

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Something's missing?
The typical British local pub, place to sit and sup a jar.
With regular hours and vases of flowers, all stood in a porcelain jar.
Glazed white, with shiny guilt edges, as Mr tells missus.
Will be home soon love, just having a pint with the lads.
Lady of the land, provides a welcoming smile.
Bright red lipstick and leopard print jeggings.
Once stopped by for conversation, sadly missing now.
A lonely snug corner to hide in, or a quiet place to rest and converse.
Somewhere to sit, snacking on crisps, in packets of foil, remarkable colours, contents clandestine.
A revelation, only when you pop  that packet.
Me, I'm not a drinker, just a mere deep thinker.
Now, all we have are places of disgrace, that open up early to sit and consume from breakfast till noon.
Filled with drinkers full of  issues, just past dawn until the twilight night-jars sing.
Early morning beer as a means of escape.
Not one ounce of culture, just scavengers, guys and gals just killing time. Mainly smoking ifs and butts, in smoking areas, with missing teeth and lacking joy.
All in a days work, I guess.
(C) LIVVI

The blazing sun strokes the summer beach.
Glittering spectacle, shimmering sand.
The obese sea lions burn.
The tide beckons inviting those whole lobster souls.
The **** of the sea, all saline, now dry.  
Mingles with the beach front junk.
The children run riot, they're hot and fed up.
Filled up with ice cream from plastic tubs.
While ***** husbands shoulders rub.
With oil of coconut, girls shoulders fry.

The end of the day.
The sun tumbles from the sky.
Look at the mess of a beach in distress.
The sea lions and whales all rolled off home.
To all the guest houses with children and spouses.
The gulls with rich pickings of sandwich left.
Chucked on the promenade, splattered with grit.
By the child who didn't want it.
The ice cream was better,she enjoyed it  far more.
(c) Livvi

Stuck inside my brain like a sliver of .
pink blotting paper.
I feel you soaking up my negativity.
You listen to my fears.
Like a vampire tasting blood for the first time.
You enjoy relieving my jaundiced feelings.
I'm first in the procession.
You built my progression.
Like a queen in ascension.
My throne is my word,
My words are my love.
you listen and swallow my wonder.
I respect you and you respect me.
Thank you for sharing with me your truths.
I trust you.
(c) Livvi

Tortured necks swing fluently in time with lovely beats.
They say, they're only playing.
Their trigger finger gets stuck in awkward places.
Place of abject disgrace.
The terrorists not wanting to lose their faces.
Nor reveal their missing morals.
Walking on hot sands destroying gorgeous corals.
(C) LIVVI

I Miss You!

Today I walked along the path.
Where in the summertime we lay.
Watching planes scoot through summer skies.
Watching sapphire dragon flies.
Beauty blessed on the wing.

Today I touched the leaves of oak.
Discarded by the autumn breeze.
When I felt the leaves.
I felt you too.

The leaves have fallen.
Crispy now.
No furry coats.
Just cold and damp.
I kick the litter of the leaves.
In memory of what you left behind.

Today I realise.
How much I miss you so.
The dragonflies have died.
Drifted off through winters chill.
I'm sure the summer warmth.
Hazy.
Will bring forth their kith and kin.

Darling,
Love me one more time before we crash and burn.
In words you spoke to me.
Never love a poet.
They will set you free.

Darling.
With this sweet sentiment.
I whole heartedly agree.
Except with natures blessings
When poetess and poet man.
Slip together.
So Naturally!
By ladylivvi1

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Bless you.
A future from a Christmas gone.
So brave it was to raise a smile.
One brief life exchanged for two.

Your son had gone in tragedy.
He left a heart.
A gift that grew.

From one family's last Christmas sorrow.
Another young man was given tomorrow.

The heart of young man died.
In another he did arise.

Lifted from near death.
To a future of universal chances.

Gave such a wonderful gift.
Tonight they meet.

A spoken thank you face to face.
So bless those who lost their son.

A bright future for the one.
To see another rising sun.

Seized another day.
Saved and thanked.

Another young mans life was spared.
Before it was sadly lost.
Thanks to bereaved parents who cared.

And thanks to the lost son.
Who blessed his parents who spoke his wishes.
Before in tragic death he left!

By ladylivvi1

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The garden flourishes,
Fed with sunny smiles,
The flora watered only,
by the kiss of butterfly ,
The grass whines on relentlessly,moaning only, when beaten by the shears,
The strimmer strums and bumbles buzz,
For,underneath the ballustrade,
Especially positioned,
lay at peace.
The bones of mortals.
Fertilizing, the peaceful garden, hiding inside the cemetery.
Complete with pearly gates.
Blooming beautiful.
(c) Livvi

Talk to Me!

Utters not a word.
Did maybe a bird steal his tongue.
Maybe an error.
Could have thought it were a worm.

Silence could be golden.
Shown in a wish.
In a magic moment she's waiting for your kiss.
Is this omen maybe pearl.
Bad luck could be presumed
If this omen were a ruby.
Fire filled blazing red.
Then love would be apparent.
Instead of seeming dead.
Should love be shown in emerald green.
Maybe things would be as they seem.
Bright and natural.
Fools endeavour.
Diamond love would last forever.
Could and should withstand this weather.
Be upstanding till the end of time.

This tempest vengeful snatches all things in it's path.
Perhaps I hear not your gentle words.
Maybe drowned in natures blast.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Went and jumped upon a plane, so I could leave this sodden rain.
Left this soggy chilly thrill.
Found myself in Africa.
Suddenly got really warm, being chased by a wild lion, fancied me for tea.
Thought I'd jump another plane, as  that lion set me free.
Found myself in Australia,  where I landed in the sea.
Great white beast with mega teeth made me fly away.
Faster than a rocket could, at the speed of light.
Wasn't sure where to go next, scratched my head and had a think.
Landed in rain forest, it was heavily atmospheric.
Howler monkeys and all their racket, drove me flaming nuts.
Thought out very long and loud, to try to beat their noise.
Leaped back on my aeroplane.
Cruised off through sunny skies.
Back to the English land of drink.
England has it's benefits, or at least that's what they say!
(C) LIVVI

Looking at young men walking by.
Realising I'm old, now I just cry!
Livvi

Friends are inextricable.
Linked together in unison.
Spoken voices and notable music.
Dressed in vivid colours.
Outstanding,
Stunning,
Shocking at times.
Indomitable,
Indubitable.
And family are eternal.
Harmony and balance.
Livvi x

An illumination of wrinkles, pasted, splurged and multi-coloured.
Creeping out,from under the light at the end of the lane.
Filling the cracks of yesterday, left swollen with visible concrete.
Furrows brim within a mask of lies, in a covenant.
Hereby designed, disguising, only the flying of time.
Your face is still beautiful, your eyes still  to drown in ,so lovely.
A well of experience framed in an attitude, once drowned by buckets of tears.
(C) LIVVI

Sahara danced upon the roofs on sniffling, snuffling London town.
Piles of mess chucked all around.
Anyone fancy a cigarette?
Just puff on the choking smog,  will stuff your lungs a little more.
Makes your eyes itch , blood red *****.
Not a beach chair in sight, nor a flowing tide.
Come tomorrow the sand will die.
With the rain in will be washed away.
Wonder where will  it go!
(C) Livvi

I'm thinking.
I'm thinking so hard that I'm clutching my chin.
The deeper I think the deeper I drift.
I'm scratching my head.
I got a splinter.
I'm thinking again.
Where on earth are the tweezers.
(C) Livvi

City clock tower echoes with the chimes of much too early morning.
The woman in the large car kisses him goodbye.
Off to work we all go, hi **.
Don't know any of them.
Foreigners sit and chat, jibber jabber.
Can of pop at breakfast.
That's just me.
Lacking rhythm posting rhyme.
It's just gone 07.
Off to heaven, on the back of the first thing bus.
Half alive, half dead.
On my way to make some bread.
Hey hey..!
Fun and sunshine.
Medicine pots.
Elderly ladies, hats with spots.
Sat in the sun, neath the parasol.
The clock bell, it's been out of sorts.
A new bell and old tower.
Elderly people who're sharing my hours.
You help me to live while I'm helping you.
(c) Livvi

Steal not my breath sweet child, for I doth need it verily,
To live and love forevermore,
To catch the moon and ride her breeze,
To bring thy flowers to thy knees.
Within the thickest greenery,
Our feelings thus concealed,
Honest love overtly, terribly revealed,
We snatched it on a sunbeam,
Trapped it on a lightning bolt,
Crazy, as if flying upon the chestnut colt.
And in the morning, cometh light,
You and I in wild delight,
Writhing, sharing subtly,
We're decorating Christmas trees in summertime,
Carried on a flying sneeze.
(c) Livvi

There is a wall.
An old stone wall.
Behind the wall.
Lives nothing.
Just a pile of discarded rubble.
Strewn around regardless.
By the workers who passed by.
The stone wall is made of chunks of flint.
Grey, bluish, sharp and sure.
Perfection naturally.
The rubble is waiting for builders to construct something from it.
A gang of convicts come.
Stack the rubble into a mound.
A high mound.
A sodden plank positioned atop.
A perfect fit.
Welcome home.
(c)LIVVI

Suicide's not painful for the wearer or the bearer, those ones left behind.
I found him crying, dying of broken hearts such twisted lies.
Darkening skies and diamond eyes.
A piercing infatuation,sweet greetings, insincerity hanging from the cherry tree.
Now free.
Hurting with sheer human pain.
Once before, never again.
Last words be spoken unto me.
Suicide,pesticide, devils' fodder.
Daddy, sad no retribution, love long lost without emotion.
The candles burn they really blaze, lighting the archway.
The entrance to hell.
Suicide's not painful for the bearer or the wearer, or any of the victims friends.
Depend on friendship as a favour, friends of victims of disenchanted by a visit to the one and only, last chance saloon.
(c) Livvi

Second Sonnet

Sailing on seas of seven.
Thy beauty blessed by the tide.
Drifts on seeking love in Heaven.
To be thy one and only bride.
Thou hast greeted winter's chill.
Deliver thine 'o' child in time.
Desires not thine heart to ****.
Cold of winters changed in clime.
Time deeply changed her precious form
Thine way of love decapitates.
When winter leaves may love be warm.
A cherished heart he so berates.
Should summer not again be found.
Thy love not locked underground.

By ladylivvi1

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