If you were to dress me.
What would I wear.
Jeans and a tee-shirt with braids in my hair.
Or maybe a ball gown in crimson sateen.

Maybe a dress flowing down round my ankles.
A belt of knots around my waist.
Sandals with poked through painted toes.
Perhaps a hippy chick with a ring through my nose.

A wedding dress of Ivory.
It states out loud you're all for me.
With a diadem of sparkling gems.
To match the one upon my finger.

Would you dress me as an angel in your own naivety.
Should I wear my uniform.
Tie back my annoying hair.
Watch on my breast.
As I'm obsessed with time.
Not my choice I swear.

Or would you like me naked.
Dressed as nature meant.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

At the Waters Edge
As the tide laps onto the shore
So shall it flow.
Eternally.

Wanting you more.
We stand on the beach watching gulls swoop.
Sadly,only  images in our minds.
Scraps of the past,
captured by gulls.
Tossed on white horses,
They go with the flow.

As do you and I.
Bouncing on currents of warm salty air.
Smell the seashore.
Taste it.
Taste it ,
as we taste love.
Feel it, as we  hold each other close in mind.

We could be oar less rowing boats.
Drifting aimlessly on rushing ripples.
Like the weather, they change course.
Lifted and falling ever of course.

Vanilla ice cream.
Strawberry  syrup.
Dripping from cornets.
To learn of your likes.
You may not like ice cream.
Nor strawberry sauce.
As we grow together for sure.
We'll discover more.


I yearn to hold you.

To survey the stars in the sky,

two of us as one.
Want no more,
To stroll alone on the shore.
I have a hand that needs holding.

Held empty too long.

Paddle in beach shoes.

To feel the swell water.
Warmed by the sun.
It's  waiting for you.

Time nor tide will stop and wait
But always I shall wait,
always for you.

To  watch sunsets  and rises.

Morning surprises.
Coffee and croissants.

Straw hats and boaters.

I'd climb to the cliff tops to hold you again.
You my darling.

I know you feel the same.
You feel the same.
I know that you do.
Distance before us.
If only you knew.

Drifting out to sea.

Then home again.
Safe in my arms.
One day my darling.
You and I will be us.
(c)Livvi MMCV

Spellbound!

You are so *****.
Dress like the devil that took over your mind.
Spellbound.
Held tight in demon's mental grip.
In spells of deep despair you lay.

A stroke of magic.
She will flourish
To nourish your soul with goodness.
She is the sun in the morning.
Feminine delicate.
The moon in your nights.
Her treasured loving will put you right.
Mornings touch will awake you with magic.

Days of fire to live and enjoy.
Not die and endure.
Melting glacier.
Let the rivers flow and warm.
Your heart needs touching.
The love of a woman.
To last forever more.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The Cataclysmic Frog!

Knows he wants to die.
Slip from his lily pad.
No-one knows why.
All he seeks is misery.
He’d sooner end up dead.
A frog of many colours with toxins in his skin.
To tell the truth in this sorry tale
Which is maybe merely a superficial jest.
Secrets told and secrets sold.
Only shows an honoured few.
He is gifted.
Blessed with awesome style.
Offers trips,
Accompany him on his lily pad,
The cataclysmic frog, he’s not bad.
Subtlety strokes.
Most of his gifts he keeps hidden away.
Denies he has them.
He’s crying inside.
Cowering in fears’ depths.
All love concealed.
The frog, he knows these feelings exists.
Finds them hidden under well- worn pebbles.
Eroded by the tide.
Pebbles round and shiny.
Clear and bright, occasionally catch sunlight.
Provoking memories, still fresh.

A fear of fingers snatching him, causing searing pain inside.
In his heart feels wickedness as stabbing needles burn again.
The sky drips with vermilion blood tears.
As in sadness, he denies.
Believes he can’t see her in front of his eyes.
Dries out while he dies.
Just as he expires before he flies.
Such a shame.
He knows this vision was predicted.
Together they shall beat a retreat.
Poor dying frog stuck upon a skewer.
Finding excuses to give to his muses.
The sad cataclysmic frog, once again he’s blinded.
As his true love he denied.
Just see what he loses!
Olivia Kent 2013
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Whoa, down the ski ***** of love and affection she slides.
The ski ***** of flying of living and dying.
Bang, whoosh, rumbles.
The excitement caused an avalanche.
Crashes, damage extreme.
As that snow it doth crumble.
Interment of all but the fittest.
And then instead of skis, arrives a snow board.
Bored stiff and slid away.
A rescue mode.
Winter sports.
Stuck on his skates, he slid away.
She's left outside in the cold!
(c) Livvi

Jenny and the Great Ape!

Was only when watching T.V.
Watched the kindness of eye surgery.
Rebuilding a future of vision.
Bright and true.
Cataract removal.
Taken in care.
Helped persons from sub-continent.
Once sight deprived.

Then from the depths of my mind.
A wonderful achievement.
From my memory.
Surgeon of human form.
Enhanced the eyes.
Of apes and men.
Not mice and men.
That would be far too much of a crazy feat

However:
The visual improvement of gorillas eyes.
Cataracts removed.
Lenses replaced.
One magical gift.
The ability to fix.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Age is impending.
The hobbit hole is gloomy.
The pittance in the pocket is not enough for tea.
The bus is curling down the street,
a slow worm on wheels.
So this is how it feels.
Out of work.
Out of pay.
Another day the pockets, they will be lined with wealth.
The daily pleasantries of helping fellows back to health.
A heart, a soul as thus united.
A world of work for the excited.
(c) Livvi

Bring forth the pure white doves of peace.
Need not pack those bags and fly.
Bring peace down upon the world.
Alabaster pure.

No shadows cast.
Ride the tide still living free.
Tragedy trickles, in sweetened tears.
Lock not the world away.

Lock away the spitfires.
Put away those tanks.
Disband the band of brothers.
Daggers snapped.
Knuckles rapped.

This world of war filled terror.
Land of milk and honey.
Pleasure so distraught.
As in grip of terror.
Our lovely world is caught!





By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Paris in the springtime.
Dark winter in the land of fall.
Of guns and bombs.
Machines that ****, at will.
Whose will it is?
Is what we finding ourselves asking?
As human beings.
We implore the end to evil deeds.
Evils preceding war.
God bless the lost,
God bless the lonely.
If only he would.
Paris must survive.
Joie d'vivre.
(c)LIVVI

The bells of a million bicycles fill the air, townsfolk amble without even a care.
Atmosphere of dozy dreams.
Tulips on the bank side pout, kissing away at the pure ****** air.
No traffic, or trafficking.
They sit, enjoying their trip.
Toking on the hookah, or toking on a ******, that choice is yours.
They roll a spliff,  oh sweet Mary Joanna.

A dingy back room in a dismal dark corner.
Don't ever say that nobody warned yer.
Oppressive atmosphere of sullen death.
Addiction takes control of the lonely soul, who needs to escape.
Who may never get old.
Found slumped, laid out ,cold.
Torniquet locked up tight.
The buzz of the day, that ended the life.
Of the poor soul.
Had nothing better to do.
Attached to the end of the body that's fixed, shot up, sky high.
The world ended, not in that passion filled cafe.
(c) Livvi

I stepped outside the room today.
I dared not say goodbye.
Inside my heart is breaking.
I left my keys inside my bag.
They open up my heart.
My paperwork is locked away entirely with my love.
No longer can I stay.
And I take the raw love you say you have,
puncturing my body, like a vampire I receive your killing stake.
And give it back to you my son.
Maybe you'll think.
He whose name be Andrew.
Draining me.
You took the life force from me.
I creep away silently,
Unnoticed.
My tail tucked between my legs.
I cannot bear the disrespect and thus right now I doth regret.
The things I have are nothing much.
I worked my life for nothing left.
As lifting mist I now have left.
I left my spirit in a glass jar.
You may not realise what you've done.
I've been ****** dry I guess you won.
(C)LIVVI

In Auschwitz the air hung still.
The dragons are imaginary.
Once they had their fill.
The only gold fell from the fingers of those now perished chosen ones.
The birds crying relinquished flowers.
Lilies all dressed for death.
The classless funeral attire of the blue stripey pyjama death.
Now the camps be emptied.
Those passed inside be free.
Camp be closed.
All souls released, but still the sky hangs heavily.
May God please bless the free.
(C) Livvi

Elegant,wrapped up in stolen garb,
Naked mink and ermine,
Cower coldly in the gutter,
Undressed.
The rich *****, bedecked with jewels and pearls.
Stolen from the littlest girls.
Bracelet,a creation from reptilian teeth,
Neath her coat,
A chill, heart resides,

The tiger in front of the fire,
Once he was real and she was a liar.
She declared a love of animals,
The ones whose heads hung on the walls.
Nouveau riche?
Nope, a super *****.
She heard the scratches at the door,
Alas alack, she was no more.
Haw haw.
(c) Livvi

On your knees before me Sir.
Only you can make this ***** cat purr.
Make me proud of you.
You are the knowing one,
Who knows just what to do.
You said your name was Richard.
Henceforth, I'll call you ****.
(C) LIVVI

I had a shell,
I used to hide in it,
My body felt a little lumpy,
My brain, a bowl of cold sweet custard,
I got a pen,
I used it,
I smithy my words,
like a blacksmith,
I make them mysteriously heated,
sometimes twisted,
a contortion of simplicity,
I am what I see,
I am what I feel.
Several trod on my shell,
They weakened it,
The shrimp who once lived in the shell,
Shell swelled,
It's broken,
The shrimp broke free,
Came with the gift,
contortions of words,
Spoken and written,
There's one thing missing,
You,
you sweet man,
Same as me,
you, are missing it too!

(C) LIVVI

This is your final warning!
Got really scared when they said if you don't accept it, you'll lose it!
In a glowing shiny e-mail,  that screamed at me, you must accept.
Except, I didn't know how.
Tried once , twice, maybe thrice, could not accept their promises of honest riches.
Sons of *******, ****** pay pal.
Asked me to change my password a million times.
To log in tons of times!
Finally I did it, Eureka, payment of my royalties succeeds!
(c) Livvi

What an intriguing opportunity a trip to Rose Cottage,
Sure sounds magical to me,
It's not a woodland haven or a diminutive house by the shore,
Came out from anaesthetist's trip,
I drifted, in and out,
A crazy dream it seemed,
Woke in rose pink room,
Thought I hadn't made it through,
For in the land of work,
A flip side of such a romantic image seen,
Rose Cottage, delightful though it sounds is life's penultimate stop called mortuary,
Before undertaking on one final trip,
Final destination, last stop guaranteed!

I wrote this as I left work after work and heard a porter discussing coming to take a patient to 'Rose Cottage'......It made me think....Hence writing this....and the anaesthetic bit is true...Freaked me out at the time!! Livvi **
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Went to work,
toddled of to eat my lunch,
it rang very loudly,
screaming,
mother answer me,
so I did,
the vibe of the cell,
The voice said momma,
you're there munching,
but your little dog is wailing,
why,
why, said I what's the matter?
"Mother you locked the dog in the study",
gee ****,
I think she needs a ***,
she hadn't had her dinner yet,
No sign of the spare key.
son in law climbed on the roof,
forced the window,
that's the truth,
clambered in from land outdoors,
the door was opened,
dog took to her paws,
dashed outside, running free,
my cool doggy had saved her ***,
no mess on the carpet, the floor was dry.
the good dog had a better day.
(C)Livvi

You teach me with a heart of gold.
A gentle persuasion.
That indeed I am able.
Salvaged what I thought was lost.
Friendship is a gift of truth.
No vile tongue, nor be uncouth.
You teach me well.
Grasshopper.
With much respect for you I bow.
Sweet one, I'm not sweetness.
I'm just a holy cow.
Never will I be with you.
Never will I see you.
From a pile of rubble.
My being reconstructed.
For that my friend.
I thank you very much.
(C) LIVVI

See that zombie stood over there.
Caked in fresh blood.
It's under his hair.
He found a fella with a hole in his head.

Sad zombie fella.

He found a slice of mouldy old bread.
Uses it as a soldier.
Dipped in his head.

No fun.
A newly made zombie.
He's always hungry,

Now he's dead.

Peeps at Mr Majestical's testicles.
Fancied chewing them.

Loved the juice.
Succulent as strawberries.
Raspberry sauce.
Blood of course.

Derwent fancied a bit of breast.
Loving mother told him breast is always best.

Julie's just a crazy chick.
Fancied a nibble on the dead guy's ****.
Yummy,yummy, really sick.

Or should I say she ****** it.
As if it were a straw.
Remembering days of living.
Always was a *****.

The kid in the corner is popping out eyes.
Never really worked out why.
Perhaps he was thirsty.

Eleanor.
She fancied a  nibble on the bladder and kidney.

Of a once fine chap.
Whose first name was Sidney.

***** tasting of peach lemonade.
Eleanor the dead chick.
Got really drunk.
That Zombie's really ******.

Mum's over there.
One of them?
Or still my mum?

You know what?
I really don't care.
For the first time in my life.
I feel really scared.

Hell.

I digress.
They're chasing me now
I'm making a mess.
Run out of puff and all that stuff,

They're trying to eat me.

That's quite enough.
I'm feeling quite numb.
The dead ******* won.
Stripped all the tissue clean off my ***.
Chewed though a bit of a nerve.
Partially damaged.
You feeling the image?
Bled me near dry.

He did.
*******.
Made me cry.
For a second or two.

Lucky me.
One ate my eye.
So glad.
I won't see myself die.
With a skeletal hand.
I'm waving goodbye.
(c)Livvi

Changes!

Love is.
A hurricane of emotions in a muddle.
Standing.
Still in the freezing cold.
A tropical storm.
Lashing water.
Heated by mother nature's loving blast.
Revenge of Tornado's after blast.
Mists hide secretive moments.
Sun burns inside out.
Inferno melts.
Clouds burst.
Earthquake.
Heart breaks.
Snaps in two.
Changing each minute that I love you


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The orphan cried,
In such a state of disarray,
Dashed in front of rushing truck,
A swerve without avoidance,
Collision inevitable,
Breath taken without second choice,

A hurried melee of vehicles,
Swept the innocent one up,
Carried him away,
Rushed into room, in a emergency of desperation,
ECG stated asystole,

Heartbeat without rhythm,
Chances lost for child without sin,
No saving child,
As moments of grace began,
Blinded in a manic panic,
From above his bed the child spied,
His body as his last moment died!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
This is a follow up to spoils which I posted yesterday.

Magenta sunrise.
Icy cold.
Dotted intimately with magnolia dots of sunlight.
Diamond studded.
Fresh is the air this morn.
It's bright.
It's clean.
Almost sterility.
Clean skies.
Let morning sky be not a portent.
Cold air.
Kiss me.
(C) Livvi

Rat tat tat...footsteps in the dark.
Trotting down the passageway.
Shakes...Walking away.
Walking back.
Letterbox rattles.
Door handle rattles.
Entire door shakes.
Dashes away.
Comes back again.
Up the alley.
Down the alley.
Hear the handle move.
The lock jams.
Was it locked.
In some flustered turmoil he came and went.
Seemed like a million times in a morning.
Finally satisfied.
He left.
Habitual morning's OCD.
Here he goes again.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In dreams I have a million wishes,
I have no wealth,
It's immaterial,
I am heaven blessed.

I have no money,
Just a wealth of mental writes,
Created by life's stimulation,
I am found each day,

Kiss me quick,
I need reminding,
How it feels to love again,

As love flies gently on my brain,
Forever and a day,
My love is blessed through poetry's,
Kiss,
Explicit in my world desired.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The pencil is straight.
It's a female pencil.
How do I know?
Because it has no colour.
It is rigid and set in its ideas.
It writes as directed.
If it was coloured perhaps it would be gay.
As it played.
Or maybe with colour flowing through its soul.
It may scribble pristine poetry.
The reason for its existence.
(c)LIVVI

HEATHER
Had a nervous breakdown when all the flowers died.
A river started flowing from the pits of her eyes.
Broken hearted, she sits.
While life just drifts, from paranormal to abnormal.
Heather is funny girl, with purple hair and size nine feet,
Sometimes she's a rocking girl,
Not always very sweet.
She picks up seashells on the beach, she's trying to find herself inside.
She watches white horses as they ride onto the beaches.
The white horses lost they're shoes.
All over the tabloids, all over the news
She sits on the beach with the sun in her hair.
Nobody loves her.
She just doesn't care.
She's empty as a dustbin late on a Friday morn,
It is her time for renewed being, the dark before her dawn.
And now she says she's coming back, to front up to the badness, keep hold of what's good,
As everybody knew she could.
May the good times roll Heather.
(c)LIVVI

I'm a writer.
I pick up my pen
I'm playing again  
And my world is just a packet of words.
That packet is an envelope.
Stuck it in the letterbox.
A letterbox full of magic tricks.
(C) Livvi

Lunch!
Diminutive organic beasties.
The beings not of humankind.
They love them or they hate them.
You can never over rate them.
Not really Belgian.
But make some Flemish (phlegmish).
Rather sick.
Those sprouts from Brussels.
I say yummy.

The swede is not from Sweden but yo ** **.
I love it so.

Turnips, so very lush as long as not boiled to mush.
Roasted is much better.
With butter and pepper.

Forget the meat.
Forget the spuds.
Bring me in a platter of veg.
With piping hot gravy.
Maybe I'm so cheap to feed.
Because I need no meat.
Not a vegetarian.
Just love veggies for my tea.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Titless!

Ignorant bliss.
Walk through a crowded dream.
Crudeness covered discreetly.
In jovial joshing.
Lewdly.
With fanciful words.
Insufficient in declaration.
Withdraw a smile.
Contact lost.
Little boy mislaid.
Missing his maiden.
Perchance.
Take a glimpse.
A second chance in silence.

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Prudence tumbled out of bed, straight into a dream.
The grass, so tall it was brushing her ears.
Verdant dancing through the scene.
Imagine it.
Her hay fever troubled her, 'twas mighty obscene.
A king sized snake went slithering by.
She  saw him.
Frightened stiff.
Was petrified.
She closed her eyes.
Dive bombed by a bumblebee.
Panic set in before her peepers.
Just on a pollen hunt.
Jeepers' creepers.
Sat down between the massive blades.
Heads in hands.
Really scared.
Panic burned.
Snatched her breath.
Tears of panic gushed down her cheeks.
Heard a noise.
A mighty roar.
Her daughter beating on the door.
"Mummy mummy,
you alright?"
Heard you crying  overnight.
Door clicked open,
Still her nose dripped.
And her eyes, still itched like hell.
(C) Livvi

Beige at the top
Folded in a perfect crease.
Look at them.
Those distorted twisted veiny.
Puffy legs.
Nobbly knees
Hairy as bumblebees.
Men in shorts and Jesus creepers.
Sight for older woman's peepers.
(C) LIVVI

You are one so beautiful.
Beautiful before my eyes.
I caress thee only with mine eyes.
Only.,
With my words.
I long to touch you once again.

Loss of you caused so much pain.
Burning yearning.
Heavenly touch.
Her ultra violet dress of satin.
Cracked.
Crept in haze of neon light.
Of the,
He.
Who once was.
Or maybe not.

From her plateau at the top of the world.
Hair shining in the sun.
She speaks to the wind.
Wails to the rain.
Maybe they shall meet again.
Another place.
Another time.
Where memories fresh may be created.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Restrain me.
The angel of mercy.
Who thinks she can put the world to rights.
Don't blame me for nature.
Hold me high for the care that I give.
It's a spirit of nuture.

Wish I could split it.
Tear it apart.
Not posses caring heart.
If I were a *****
Would I maybe be rich.
Not killing with kindness.

Can't fix the world as much as I wish.
You know I so want to be a *****.
A hardened cow.
Not in my nature.
Just don't know how.

Who taught me I could sort it.
Just the way I fell.
To try to sort my nature out.
Would need a magic spell.
Caring nature is a hex.
My heart and soul both well and truly vexed.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The colour of addiction,
Transparent,
Translucent,
Visual in ***** dreamers,
Black minute slivers,
Black graphite,
Waxy as moon rises,
Poisonous,
She's a lush,
One on one,
She's out to steal your heart,
Corrupt you,
She's all out to catch you,
Hook line and sinker,
Product of a clever thinker,
Wants to make a buck,
**** some b**er with his muck,
Such evil *****,
Mischievous tinker,
I met her on my way,
Played just once in steep stupidity,
She was lovely,
Delicious head fodder,
Chasing on as dragon dancers spewed their guts,
I was sensible,
Tried her once,on one occasion,
First was last,
Then I forgot her!
Never ever,
No more to dabble,
With her heart so fetching,
As such effect 'Smack' has!
She'll leave you wretched,
Retching,
While strolling on air,
Your feet ,
Well, the floor's not touching,
Head floats imperially,
Impervious to her stranglehold,
She is cruel,
Don't visit her,
Be not a fool,
****** in any guise,
She's so fKing uncool!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Kissed the heatwave goodbye at last,
All waving as she left,
While armies of black clouds amassed across the pinkish sky,
Manipulated by light tricks in the heavy glow,
Diminutive raindrops thickened as we danced,
Worshiping the shower of cooling joy,
We danced in celebration, in appeasment of Thor,
The world becoming more content,
The blazing fireball came and went,
Bedecked with paste of glory breeze,
Kissing all around,
The rain came dousing baking souls,
Chased heat into submission with electric fireballs,
Dots and dashes,
Nova flashes,
Thunder roared as lions purr,
Bodies relieved to breathe again,
Headache of oppressed airs' hatred,
Dissipated at last,
Sleep weighed heavily on the eyes of the sufferers,
'Til now at last with cooler skies and night wishes,
With rest they're truly blessed!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Broken pots.
Polka dots.
Floral hours.
Autumn showers.
Made of glass.
Sharp round the edges.
Hanging on hedges.
Ornate as Christmas baubles.
Makes the Gorbals look glam.

Industrialisation at the top of the nation.
Trying to beat the price of inflation.
School kids on kerbstones are moaning and groaning.
Mummy and daddy are hugging each other.
Fighting against the benefit trap.
Destructive bears.
Crushing dreams and each other and brushing their hair.
They're hunting for Nessie down in the loch.
Want to make fortunes, together as one.
A get rich quick scheme.
Forgetting their kiddies, while hunting the sun, or netting a fortune.
Their monster is a phantom, called neglect and greed.
(C) LIVVI
This is only used for the poem because it fits...not being derogatory to Scotland or Nessie...x Promise.

Wolf!

Laid upon his bed,
Awake,
Hark,
Sound of confusion screeching,
Canines bared,
Salivating,
In divine thought of snaring prey,
For he is in sadistic need,
No sadism,
Only burning passion,
In need of resuscitation by nourishment,
Satisfied by the latest lamb who greeted slaughters gate!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Oh pillars of power.
Sentinels, guardians of our mother sun.
We come forth to relish your wisdom.
To revel in your all revealing light.
Stones standing eternal, forever immortal.
Brothers, sisters, come stand before them.

Worshipping lovers , embracing the sunrise.
Banners flying, rainbows held high.
Holding the night time at bay, as we play.

This is the time of your life, my friends.
World without end.
Two solstices.
.June and December.
Join us good fellows ,come be free.

Each year be different, pray always remember.
Monolithic structures, bathed by the rain, savouring the sun.

Festival goers come along.
Party inside the fence for free.
Open your hearts.
May your minds eye reveal such truths.
Yet unknown.


Vernal equinox.
New life.
Most venerable equinox may we feel the source of the changes you bring.
We feel them as we kneel in your honour.
Respecting the vibe.
Come together, as one, let us all be alive.
Souls and spirits intermingle as the moonlight blesses them.
The sunrises lifting hearts and vibrant minds.
Vernal equinox, heralding spring.
Of the spring buds and bees and the tickling breeze.
Fab to be free.
Bearing flowers of pink red and golden, with garlands of green.

Summer solstice, she wears the dress of summer's sun.
Warming, protective.
Midsummer's  night,
Blessed be the longest night.
Glory to the longest day, where fairies flit and pixies play.
Pagans and maidens, come dance in delight.
Height of summer, vibrant and wild,
In the moonlight, the dance of the flowing haired child.

Autumnal equinox, reliever of  leaves.

Solstice of midwinter, brings forth the shortest day.
Ivy boughs and holly trees.
Magical mistletoe borne of the wizards, the pagans and mystical ravens.
Be kissed by winter's finger  tips.
The touch of the chill as it nibbles the lips.


Come brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers.
Come seeks us and find perchance, romance.
Romancing the ancient ones.
No rhyme or reason not to come.
Brothers and sisters be blessed by the sun.
Mystical season.

These all entrancing stones,  placed to be revered.
In line with the rising sun.
As seasons change, we shall be as one.
Souls and spirits intermingle as the moonlight blesses them.
The sunrises lifting hearts and vibrant minds.

You stand, we dance.
Ride the spirits, feel the vibe.
Festival goers are coming, they're thriving.
Buzzing with glee.
Welcome us with open arms.
Amulets and magic charms.
Romancing beneath our holy moon.
Magical, mystical, sense airs and attitudes.
Standing stones.
Worshipped by many.
Revered sincerely.

In mode of festival, vibrancy pulse.
People, powerful people, come watch us dance.
To the beat of the drums and the carnival air, in bright spirited revellers together, so  shall we share.
Druids and hippy folk together.
May they relish the joys of freedom.
Life is short.
Breathe in the passion , bathe in the love.
One love forever.
Respect our stones.
Our blessed mother earth.
Sensational rhythm of love and peace.
Flowing, spirit release.
Essence of the stones.
We are free spirits.
May our free spirits to mingle with those of the stones.
A past, a present and future.
Eternally yours.
Love and peace.
(C) LIVVI

In a Christian world.
The star an ensign.
A symbol.
Pointing out wicked wounds inflicted on Christ .
While was crucified.
By ignorance cruel.
The points denote an insult on his tragic dying soul.
Our saviour saved by pointed pain.

Babylonians long since gone.
Showed Heaven in four quarters.
Jupiter, Mars, Lady Venus and Mercury.
Houses in which archangels dwell.
Quarters denoted by a star.
Ishtar at the top.

Five points, a symbol.
The Grecian star divides by elements.
And beautiful phases of the moon.
Breathe in the air.
Walk on earths mantle.
Let fire not tempt fingers.
Water to extinguish.
Vision on the facets of the luna moon.
Seasonal in phases.

Young moon in spring, with water brings..seen in the West.
Vernal equinox provides the life rebirth.
Moon in youth is the summer brings..Second quarter in the South.
Autumn comes with harvest moon.
Middle age of lunar cycle.
Dry as earth.
Almost barren beauty.
Three quarters of the cycle.
Arises in the east.
During autumns changing face and fruit filled feast.
Coldness carries death in chains brings winter.
In the North faces of the moon.
Hidden in winter nights of death.

Bring on the winter solstice.
The final point I bring to you.
Is in spirituality.
Inspirational!
By ladylivvi1

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My feelings are dead,
Reduced deceased,
Anger brings forth the beast,
From the very depths of hell,
Not feeling very well,
Depression got the best of me ,
Shake this beast,
Let me free,
Now you see the real me,
Writes in style,
Once in a while depressive hands strangle me,
Entangling in their mind control,
My mind is my own worst enemy,
At times I'm dashed,
My head is trashed,
Sometimes I write better,
No one else was in control,
Today,
I dug my own dark hole,
A few more writes will put me right,
The great escape you see,
By tomorrow,
Feet on deck and I'll be grounded,
I'll run free again!

By ladylivvi1



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A political party.
A chimps tea party.
Balloons and streamers.
Fantasy dreamers.
Stitched up firmly with red tape.
While as the lowly dregs, they ****.
Muppets and puppets, with tangled up strings.
Talk full on *******, 'bout all sorts of things.
Which ones are  the worst?
A political conundrum.
A chamber of Lords, full of bent swords.
Fanfare for the common man?
You'd like to think you flaming can.
Just a bunch of knobs and snobs!
(c) Livvi

Memories of Ignorance!

Survey the bay.
Dolphins play just off shore in sapphire half-light.
Roll of warm water,
Lapping jetty's edge.
Ocean treasures frolic.
Almost laughing in unison.

Tranquil in virtual silence they splash.
Warmth left engraved in heartfelt memories.
Was no tropical lagoon.
Torbay as a child.
My home.
Distant to me now.
Fond memories bless my mind.

Parents in tow.
Not sure who led who.
Not dolphins at all.
Porpoise.
Still elegant.

Departing parents separated.
Never forgot the place.
I miss the sea.
Like a dolphin I'm free.

On my last visit.
Committed Father to the flames.
Without him.
I'm shamed.
My memories of him.
Few and far between.
He too was a poet.
When alive.
Had no chance to say 'bye bye'
A total lack of interest felt.
So tell me please.
When at his funeral.
Why in hell's name did I melt.




By ladylivvi1

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Silhouetted shadows creep silently, through the mysterious half light mist of the wine fueled mayhem.

The party was in full swing.
Wind blew softly around their ears, gently rustling her soft tresses,
He gently stroked her cheek, smiling,to himself.
Feeling relaxed in her presence, she turned into his touch edging her body closer to his.
Never before had she felt so wanted.
He made her feel so special.
Their kisses were passionate, filled with potential for the creation of ecstasy, between two young people in love.
The silence of their first moment was shattered, as a new experience became so intense.
They both erupted into internal quivering,as they each provided ****** touches, experiences never experienced before.
Her touch was so tender, as his was so strong.
Both appearing to know what it was all about in the promotional anticipation of such uncertain pleasure.
He gently ushered her down,laying her near naked body onto the grass.
He fondled her breast, while she reached to his manhood, this was a new experience.
They were both overtaken by physical desire.
His rigid **** entered her slowly, gently, they moved in near perfect rhythm, building up momentum, waiting for warm waves and explosions internally in unison.
Their love was now sealed, the memory of purity extracted.
He held her tight and kissed her.
They walked hand in hand back into to the party.
Knowing something that no-one else would ever know...it was their own secret!
A first love sealed!
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Carpe diem/A poem written in very odd Latin!!

Carpe Diem,
Angelus obscurus suni,
Quaque nocte, diglossios,
Pavor Nocturnus,metus,
Sominum,
Scribo carmen poeta,
Vita amnia fides,
Omni vincit omnia!
Well that was fine fun **
Full permission granted to those who wish to laugh!!
For,I believe I have written,
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Seize the day, (I know that's right),
I am the dark angel, gloomy,
Every night I don't sleep, because I have breathing difficulties!, fear,
leads to night terrors, daydreams,
writing poems,
Life and trust,
Love conquers all!
___________________­________
Kind regards, Livvi,
Apologies for the somewhat odd content!!
Couldn't work out suitable phrases!!

Am I to be an anemone,
with florescent blue petals,
chalky stamens hid inside,
dwelt within my calyx,
I  have waited impatiently to break free,
dusted in vibrant blue.
I digress, for I am not an anemone,
Find my only friendship in bees,
stripy buzzing vested bees,
For I am a lady locked up,
I am beginning to gush.
(C) Livvi

Written in dreams of movie scenes.
Or in a book.

Please take a look.
At lost souls incognito.

Who are missing their goals.
In half open wholes.
Only halves.
Maybe quarters.
Potentially daughters,

Of resplendent dashing princes.
With old goats and long since missed boats.

Diamonds and wealthy pilots.
Steering crazy paths through hollow hills.

Jesus Christ.
I need to laugh.
Think I never will.

Need to stroll through Edelweiss.
Upon the alpine ridge.

Need to build upon, my one last rickety bridge.
Some kind of crazy structure.
Before that bridge is gone.

Before falling to certain demise.
In a life I so despise

Then heaven help me.
Let me rise.

By ladylivvi1

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