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Well, Wednesday has arrived at last.

Sun shine breaking through the chill,

Less mist/freezing fog today.

Noted this morning ,that I have a tree in the garden, barren for the winter time. Greeting the sun with some neat little bundles of leaves in construction, yay, I guess it’s a time for new beginnings. When all else fails, praise nature…a big smile!

Not doing much today.

Continuation of the bedroom strip down, only taken a week, but incentive is what’s needed. Intermittent episodes of poem penning, other creative writing.
On Monday, I wrote one based on an episode of a children’s programme, Justin’s House. It was called Lost Island, well worth a read. You can find it on either of my Facebook pages and Twitter.

I presented it on Monday evening at The Orange Rooms in Southampton, U.K.

My youngest daughter videoed my performance and sent it to her big sister.

Just love performing, wish I could sing. My singing terrifies cats.

Oh well, time to crack on with broadening smile.

Livvi x

 

 

 

Well this morning’s arrived.

Seemed to come around much too quickly.

Last night, I watched a duo, in an ordinary pub in St Denys.

They were very good, playing a mixed assortment of covers.

I know people moan about cover bands, but they do have a distinct advantage when they play in front of an old dear like me….At least I know the words.

Ultimately there is some fabulous original new music out there!

Some very talented acts come and play at the open MIC nights that I attend.

I usually go to the Candle Club at Talking Heads in The Polygon , Southampton.

It’s on most Monday nights.

Monday nights are thrilling.

An assortment of Bands, soloists, poets and comedians, with occasional comedians.

Such talent.

The acoustics are fantastic there’s a  resident sound man!

His name’s Clive and he also effects the lighting.

I do my poetry as spoken word, for about 10 minutes… after all ,have to consider the other performers, as time runs away much too quickly.

Some of my poems have been made into songs, they can be found on Sound Cloud and Bandcamp.

They are being performed by Yui Karlberg, who kindly supplied the music and converted them to lyrics.

I’m just starting lyric writing, definitely a better poet…LOL.

You can find my books on both Amazon.co.uk or Lulu.com.

I have done two or three books on Kindle.

If you like poetry, please enjoy them.

I also have my own Facebook page, a page of poetry and photographs.

Olivia Kent, a profile picture of me in thought prior to writing.

My musing pose.

I love to write.

Enjoy , my work?

Let me know.

If you want me to write for you please let me know, available for any commission work.

Anyway, lunchtime now ..

Have a great Sunday.

I’ll check in again later,

Livvi x

 

TONIGHT

Well folks tonight was wonderful.

A simple coffee with a gentleman turned into a night to remember.

I strolled across The Guildhall Square in Southampton, U.K. just as darkness descended.

The square was beautifully illuminated with bright white light that appeared almost flickering azure blue, probably the theatre lights, as they were prepping for the evening’s show.

The Little Shop of Horrors. I quite fancied seeing it, right up my street, but instead I met a young gentleman who took me for a coffee as previously suggested.

We went into a café managed by a wonderful friendly team.

The café was Café Momento, the service was marvellous.

Definitely  a date to be remembered!

I had a slice of lemon cheesecake, succulent and very light….mmm, licking lips at the t thought and a delightful cappuccino, and my partner had a black coffee.

I noticed the array of teas available was most exquisite.

It was still very early and we decided that we would go and check out some live music, so we ventured out for an early evening meal.

After much discourse we decided that we would plump for Italian.

There are numerous Italian restaurants in Southampton, but definitely chose the right one. I’ve never been there before, but I believe we chose wisely.

We went to La Tavernetta at 1-3 Civic Centre Road.

What can I say, the food was to die for, not literally of course!

I had  a delicious Spaghetti  Carbonara, flavoured with an absolute taste of Italy.

My companion had Penne Pollo, he informed that it was delightful.

The restaurant was  lightly lit with an atmosphere of perfect ambiance.

It was very busy, but the staff made it their priority to make us feel that we were the only people there.

The sweet menu was brought to us a short while after we had finished our mains.

I had a perfect Tiramisu, accidentally deciding to take a great big bite out of the fresh mint on top, goodness me, I’m a wally at times!

The gentleman had an apple crumble, with custard.

I have to say all the waiting staff looked immaculate, considering the kitchen is on the second floor, and they had to bring the food down they all looked unflustered.

The toilet facilities are on the top floor, they are really clean and fresh.

Just one drawback, you have to pass the staff on the way up and down. Must be annoying for them with customers passing as they are going about their job.

All in all a wonderful evening.

I will tell you about the band tonight, after I have had a little sleep.

Hence having to come back and edit this piece this m0orning.

Livvi x

 

 

 

 

THE PROBLEM WITH CHRISTMAS

  1. Sitting on the railway station
    Uncertain of my destination.
    Bags all packed ready to go.
    The trains all cancelled due to snow.
    Christmas hours are catching up.
    All stressed out and seeing red.
    This morning trains are all disrupted.
    The signals are all misconstrued.
    Even the signal man is being rude.
    People queuing on the station still.
    Waiting for their Christmas fill.
    Bags are loaded.
    Overflowing.
    Cash be spent
    Often lent or borrowed.
    Happy faces,
    Super smiles.
    Early morning.
    Late night.
    Christmas spirit.
    Burning bright.
    (c)LIVVI

LUCKY DAY?

On the cliff top I stand.
I’m looking out to sea.
The rolling white horses, in their morning silence are calling only to me.
The breeze flicks my hair.
It’s chilly.
Not a soul to be seen, save mine.
Closer I move.
Near to the edge.
Checking out the lichen, which dresses the rocks.
From nowhere the wind increases, without intention I find myself flying.
I’m a perfect butterfly without wings.

It’s later now.
The walker of the blonde dog finds me.
Laid prone, potentially slain by the wind.
The dog.
The beautiful dog licks my cheek.
I stir.
The walker looked on, somewhat bemused.
He dropped to his knees.
So handsome.
Confused conversation ensued.
Whatever will be will be.
(C)LIVVI

Thank you John Smallshaw for a little inspiration.

BARBARIC SORROW

BARBARIC SORROW

Dead boys on beaches.
The world’s going mad.
How in hell’s name.
It’s just too f**king sad.
The images, too much to bear.
Please we all know,so please don’t share.
The child, whoever he is lost his life.
Death without dignity.
Please send him a prayer.
I’m not religious but, hell I so care.
There is apparently one saving grace.
They say his family are in the same place.
Too much.
Escape to death,one last mark of respect, I’m holding my breath.
I shall again breathe.
Holding tears on my sleeve.
Politicians, it’s time to act.
(c)Livvi.

BARBARIC SORROW

Dead boys on beaches.
The world’s going mad.
How in hell’s name.
It’s just too f**king sad.
The images, too much to bear.
Please we all know,so please don’t share.
The child, whoever he is lost his life.
Death without dignity.
Please send him a prayer.
I’m not religious but, hell I so care.
There is apparently one saving grace.
They say his family are in the same place.
Too much.
Escape to death,one last mark of respect, I’m holding my breath.
I shall again breathe.
Holding tears on my sleeve.
Politicians, it’s time to act.
(c)Livvi.

BARBARIC SORROW

Dead boys on beaches.
The world’s going mad.
How in hell’s name.
It’s just too f**king sad.
The images, too much to bear.
Please we all know,so please don’t share.
The child, whoever he is lost his life.
Death without dignity.
Please send him a prayer.
I’m not religious but, hell I so care.
There is apparently one saving grace.
They say his family are in the same place.
Too much.
Escape to death,one last mark of respect, I’m holding my breath.
I shall again breathe.
Holding tears on my sleeve.
Politicians, it’s time to act.
(c)Livvi.

BARBARIC SORROW

Dead boys on beaches.
The world’s going mad.
How in hell’s name.
It’s just too f**king sad.
The images, too much to bear.
Please we all know,so please don’t share.
The child, whoever he is lost his life.
Death without dignity.
Please send him a prayer.
I’m not religious but, hell I so care.
There is apparently one saving grace.
They say his family are in the same place.
Too much.
Escape to death,one last mark of respect, I’m holding my breath.
I shall again breathe.
Holding tears on my sleeve.
Politicians, it’s time to act.
(c)Livvi.

BARBARIC SORROW

Dead boys on beaches.
The world’s going mad.
How in hell’s name.
It’s just too f**king sad.
The images, too much to bear.
Please we all know,so please don’t share.
The child, whoever he is lost his life.
Death without dignity.
Please send him a prayer.
I’m not religious but, hell I so care.
There is apparently one saving grace.
They say his family are in the same place.
Too much.
Escape to death,one last mark of respect, I’m holding my breath.
I shall again breathe.
Holding tears on my sleeve.
Politicians, it’s time to act.
(c)Livvi.

BARBARIC SORROW

Dead boys on beaches.
The world’s going mad.
How in hell’s name.
It’s just too f**king sad.
The images, too much to bear.
Please we all know, so please don’t share.
The child, whoever he is lost his life.
Death without dignity.
Please send him a prayer.
I’m not religious but, hell I so care.
There is apparently one saving grace.
They say his family are in the same place.
Too much.
Escape to death.

One last mark of respect, I’m holding my breath.
I shall again breathe.
Holding tears on my sleeve.
Politicians, it’s time to act.
(c)Livvi.