Mutual reinforcement of illusion
and expectation.
House of Livia
filled in by our imagination.
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Lines disconnected from teachings
on Art, Poetry at random.
What did you muse to be their origination?
Perhaps that’ll take you somewhere.
Categories:
livia, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Livia where have you been,
Only you would bring me true happiness,
Violet which our favorite flowers and the ones the world ignores,
Everyone would try to understand us,
Yet we aren’t a crossword puzzle to try,
Oh, my sister What would I do without you?
Understanding me is hard, so no one tries.
Alivia only you like to pry though my iron doors,
Love is what they call it for what you give is true,
In my heart I know I love you,
Very start I been with you for 8 years,
In the very end is where our lives will truly begin,
Always and forever is what we say, for I love you Alivia, forever and today.
-11/9/2020-
Categories:
livia, 9th grade, absence, sister,
Form: Acrostic
Lucius,Livia, Aurelius
Commodus,
Chica de Silva
InPlautus, Meretrix
Drusilla.
Days were they stood proud
speaking of days gone by
talking in laugages few
understood
which Meadows aren't Casears
Since all beneath the sun is God's
and every tounge that worships
does so from the blessings of
Casears
they speak to be there understood
there tougnes are words
Familiar to those study them
who so ever hearest the voices
Must praise Casears
they must speak of the
glorious workings of God
All beneath heaven shall
speak of Casears as the only
God.
Such commandeth Casear!
Hail Casear! Hail Casear!
Hey watermelon how you doing
We're your seeds
What them people doing
Ain't got no ripe
But the melons fresh
Past the salt
Study your test
Contest the seeds
If you dare
Wipe up the floor
Act like you care
Categories:
livia, culture, dedication, devotion, film,
Form: Ballad
I see our time,
and, around it
a door.
Latchless hinging
on the thimble
thumbs of
two children.
I run into you
a needle,
arive behind
you a thread,
undone in my
knitting,
stained red.
Categories:
livia, november,
Form: Free verse
to due to reframe
to speak the latter first
than which is spoken
sung and rehearsed
than which of most
to be discovered
the God of many
is the God of others
Those worlds of the selfish
to then be uncovered
who's works makesth thee
sweat and perspire
toils of the worker
like songs of a choir
There is a balm in Gilead
the perfume for many
speak to the merchant
to find the remedy
nearest to Naples
the Vesuvius Mount
areas of eruptions
severe the mount
yet in peace time
upon Caesar's trill
songs sung to Jesus
he loves me still
There is a Balm in Gilead
who's aroma is such
the medicine to cure
the value so much
Categories:
livia, adventure, appreciation, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Mid-life street woman from red town
she was...I grew up with her under
mango trees now softly drooping
their shoulders much like hers.. but she,
still contoured like a Paul Gauguin urn, is wrapped
in arms lovely in flesh and heat: fanned banana
leaves swaying to samba notes while cooking
fried bamboo roots; her fragrance buzzing along
summer's exotic beat. How she then pinched
my cheeks with her tapered fingers still
pink on veins floating through her quivering
body…
Somehow, she gave me this epiphany of touch;
the slow wave of body rhythm lightly fondling
the rosiness of my adolescent skin. If i knew how
to pivot in the wakening garlands of Latin
steps, it was her ample hips winding and bellying
in nights and morns of her own wanton sashays...
Oh how I long to climb her mango tree,
her waxing then waning shape still blazing among
bursting seeds of female treachery or finery.
I tell myself, there is no age when her fire sways
in places where tropical eyes dazzle with her
near flowing, soaking limbs…so tenderly
wild because she, Livia, nymph of the forest raw,
has nothing else to lose.
©
for Debbie's Women, and SKAT's Poem #2
by nette onclaud
Categories:
livia, passion, people,
Form: Free verse
Ariel! Rise again to walk n run,
No stump or thorn to ache your paws;
A living room is ready,
Warm arms all set for a hug.
Livia Pereira snuggling into your ears,
Lays you on mattress amid heap of kisses,
Propping up packets of toilet rolls ,
Raquet n Livia together speaking kindness.
Open your eyes to see
Men and animals can be friends,
Shake your golden mane
To dust your distrust on man.
After all we ’re all animals,
One is social, the other communal,
It is evolution that may heal
To make you too social.
Kindness and love a divine touch
That may mend any fatal lacks,
Ariel,rise ,rise to see the sunrise
,Writ with beams of human pats.
Written after viewing a visual on Ariel,the 3 year old lion owned by Raquel Borges,that
was struck down by a viral attack which paralysed its 4 legs.It is under active care of
vet Livia Pereira in her home.
Categories:
livia, socialmay,
Form: I do not know?