Basement Bar

I’m at this basement bar, and the so-called music’s as loud as thunder.

So loud, I can’t even hear, speak, or begin to wonder.

My inner and outer ear-drums are echoing with the continual pounding.

All around the incessant rapp music’s booming and thumping.

The annoying repetitive sounds, drumming away inside my head.

However, somehow my beating heart is remembering my girl instead.

And my attempted idle chats, are overwhelmed by the piercing howling.

But who’s listening anyhow, to my drunken words and lecturing.

It’s probably the extra ales tonight, and I’m slowly drowning away.

Leaning against the bar, elbows entrenched, as if I’m here to stay.

Suddenly my bar-stools vibrating, is it the noise, or am I bodily shaking.

From my old and new nerve-ends being frightfully awakened.

My soulful tears, with all their leftover fears, again quietly trickling.

But there’s no-one to actually notice, within this buzzing cocoon, so resounding.

 

Ivor Steven.

 

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

25 thoughts on “Basement Bar”

    1. The poem is another older one, that I’ve rehashed and redone, so my grieving finished, i have lovely memories now, but I’m glad you felt the mood and the grief of my words. Haha, it actually happened like that, a friend of mine took me out for a night, trying to cheer me up and get me out and about, his choice of venue was a stupid one !!

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  11. I love basement bars, I hate rapping music, but I loved your words. I felt your pain, but today you have many friends, a loyal dog, many followers who care about you, AND you live in Australia. Remain well my friend, and keep writing.

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