The battle never seems to end
As the fight continues to ascend
Life’s journey is full of lumpy meals
Like bitter and sweet lemon peels
Under the crusty topsoil
Ancient Earth is on the boil
Spewing out contagious oils
Being spread by lowly hydrofoils
The world’s on pause and in turmoil
Needing a big dose of Castor Oil
A friend calls, in-between the bedlam
Hello, I welcome, your welcome
We wish each other a chirpy day
I’m smiling and happily humming away
My music’s playing, volumes on seven
A ninth replay of ‘Stairways To Heaven’
I’m teary and starting to over-think
Must be time for the ‘Kinks’, and my next drink
Ivor Stewven (c)Β April 2020

great poem, it’s hard being stuck in the in between
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Yes, I think think that’s where we all are, and that’s the emotion that is so tiring π€π
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I like this poem Ivor!!! I can relate so much
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Thank you Monica, I’m pleased you enjoyed it,… and yes my poem’s a general mixture of feelings as sit at home in isolation…… xx
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Music is a good way to escape!
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Yeah !!…I’m in my little courtyard garden now, with my music and sunshine…. and my poetry pad…xx
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truly glorious poem Ivor, stairs , lumpy meals, Castor Oil! no wonder you need that drink!
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Thank you… I’ve lots of thoughts and feelings about this isolation time we are all living in…… and I’m trying to put the emotions of our everyday events into these abstract pieces of poetry….xx
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very well structured
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I love this version of life as you see it π
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I really enjoy the conversation I was having with myself while I writing this piece…. xx
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I sometimes think my conversations with self are worthy of a comic strip! π
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I resemble that remark..π
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Keep the music playing…keep humming, singing…these bring peace, smiles, sighs!
The Kinks songs can replace the negative kinks in life with positive straight-aways! π
(((HUGS))) π
PS…you can have my dose of castor oil! π π
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I remember the old days when mum would give me castor oil. “yuk”.. The Kinks are a forever band with their lyrics.
I enjoyed writing this poem, I was having a wonderful conversation with myself while I was writing the words…
Myself and me were both smiling… ππ
Another intriguing Kinks song coming up in tomorrow’s poem,… The poem is called.. Shangri La…. πππ€
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I’ve never tasted castor oil but I’ve heard it’s yucky.
YAY on the poem! I’m glad it was a joy for you to write. Some poems are born from joy and others from pain.
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Keep the music in your head, Ivor! It’s good for the soul. Love the Kinks!
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Yes.. The are a fav’ of mine… And my music keeps me sane. πΆππ€
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Me too, Ivor!
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You’ll enjoy my next poem then… πΆπ
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This was an uplifting poem, the Earth she is on the boil just keeping her lid on the music is great.
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Thank you Nanette, yes, despite the turmoil, music is always there, on the way up the stairway πΆππ
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That sweet and bitter lemon….we love it and we pucker at the thought of it. I hope today finds you chirpier π
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My Chirp has flown the coop, time for bed…π΄
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