Today I’ve written a quote, and then at the same time, I’ve converted the quote, into a Haiku. I’ll give you the quote first, then the Haiku
Quote: The Edge
“Life, is living on the edge
There’s no bottom nor top
Moving sideways is enough” – Ivor Steven
Haiku: The Edge
Living on the edge
Moving sideways is enough
No bottom nor top
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
It’s that time of the year, a Christmas message from Ivor. And above a picture of my family’s get together, for Danny’s 70th birthday. Only us siblings these days, from the left, Tum(Lawrie’s wife), Ivor, Danny, Lawrie(Standing), Miffy, and Miffy’s John took the picture.
Time Travelers
Zap, a gigantic lightening bolt precedes a mystical power surge
Traversing the cobalt skies, like horizontally sleek outriggers
Vividly scoring chords, to hang our every word on
Like musical lines, writing out, our lost dreams and regrets
Sound-waves echoing, poles apart, going north, south, east and west
Conducting iridescent lights over our purple and orange sunset
Vibrating quasars, pulsating from deeply inside, outer-space
Focusing towards the huge magnetic Receiving Dish, signalling “An Arrival”
Recording a celestial traveler, singing with an angel’s voice
Resonating sweetly, like Handel’s, Messiah Hallelujah Chorus
Translated into our universal language of symphonic sound
Digitally televised for the world’s population to simultaneously view
The Super-Sonic Cosmic message to be heard loud and clear
“We’ve returned to your degraded planet earth”
“To again, bestow upon you, Peace And Goodwill”
“Like we’ve done before, Eons of Millenniums ago”
Ivor Steven (c)
Finally, I’m going home late this afternoon. They seem to think my aorta might be the source of my problem, I’ve a bit of thickening there and a couple of small ulcers there. Treatment is more blood thinners at the moment, and I’ve another MRI next Thursday 27th December, and follow up appointments here on the Neuroscience department. Yeah !!
For All Of You
For her, for all of you
Take this heart of mine
This is all I have to give
Take my love
That’s all there is !!
Love for her, and all of you
Ivor Steven (c)
The day is rainy this morning
Christmas week, Geelong, Australia
Is usually dry and hot
But this year it’s not
Greg’s birthday today
I wonder what happened to yesterday
I’m sitting here at my hospital window
Overlooking old Ryrie Street
And the ancient flowering gum-tree
I’m watching the world travel bye
Or is the world watching me
And saying goodbye
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
The tree outside is silently waving
In the land of endless wind
I’m feeling this dry endless wind
And all the endless possibilities
Waving over this endless land
A land where my lost spirit bird
Gently waves to me
Waves with a broken wing
My lonely spirit bird
Quietly waves my land goodbye
It makes me wonder
Where do I go to now
My head is humming
The world is full of
I don’t know’s
Home is beyond the boundary
The boundary of tomorrow
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I’m laying here in my hospital bed, waiting for my next scan/test, I’ve been fasting for a while now. So I’m playing a YouTube collection here on my phone, through my headphones, and I thought I might as well share these personal selections with you, I hope you enjoy “My Collection” this morning, or whatever time it maybe wherever you are ❤️😆
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
In between meals
I’m nibbling on my nuts
They’re handy
And easy to find
But I’ve nearly eaten
All my unsalted nuts
Shaved, skinned and plain
Roasted dry
Warm and crunchy
They’ll fill that empty hole
A stomach, now full of my nuts
I’m sure my nuts are good for me
Good for my innards
Good to take-up my time
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
A castle for the healing
And the dying
There’s a blank view from behind
From behind the sign
Empty and grey
Metallic and no sky
What does the hidden sign say
The sign says to pray
In reality the hoarding is here to stay
For a real emergency everyday
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Hello dear readers and followers, as part of my Eighteenth Month, blogging celebrations, I’d like to sincerely thank you all who participated in my Tullawalla program to raise money for MS Society of Geelong, all donations have been gratifully received, and of course I’m open for more donations anytime. Merry Christmas and a happy New Year.
Sorry I’ve not been around to all my fellow bloggers on WP, with my usual diligence and zest. As most of you might know, I’ve had a 6 week stay in hospital, resting and recovering. However I’ve been keeping myself busy, in between nanna-naps, preparing my new booklet of poems. I’ve just finished the manuscript (Phew and yeah !!), and this one is called, “Tullawalla: “Waiting Time”, and of course along with the other 5 booklets, all money’s that I collect from the sale of these booklets goes to the Geelong MS Charity Shop. The list of my 6 booklets is below. These booklets are all printed here in my little writing studio/haven, put together by hand, and they’re a foolscap size folder of 21 pages and 40 poems in each booklet
Tullawalla, Poems, By Ivor Steven Tullawalla, A Sign Of The Times Tullawalla, The Waves Say Goodbye Tullawalla, Who’s Left To Row The Boat Tullawalla, Home Is The Air I Breathe
And, Tullawalla, Waiting Time
And I’m happy to say that I’ve now learnt how to print on both sides of the pages, thus halving my mailing costs for anyone interested in purchasing, for the price of postage and plus a donation for the MS shop. I have a PayPal account, to make payments easier.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Hello dear readers, well I’m celebrating my eighteen month anniversary of blogging, with another post originally from June 7th 2017, and I’ve rehashed the poem slightly.
Tears of liquid joy
Like rivers of fear
The memories so clear
And a toast to cheer
Tears of liquid joy
Like waves from the heart
Two great oceans apart
And wishing for another restart
Tears of liquid joy
Like dredged canals of the soul
Leaking from the broken porthole
And needing a free parole
Tears of liquid joy
Like a flowing molten lava
Passing a secret convoy
And singing like the last choirboy
Crying liquid joy
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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