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This weekend the photo challenge on Weekly Prompts is: Clock the Time. I’ve chosen an older poem, so I only have to copy and paste. Be sure to visit the fabulous Weekly Prompts site by clicking >>HERE
It Was Time To Leave
It’s time to tidy up my mess
Clean up the room and get dressed
It’s time to pack my suitcase
Fill the travel bag and vacate this place
It’s time to put on my famous rocker shoes
And walk away from this dream so true
It’s time to say heartfelt goodbyes
To these wonderful Philadelphia guys
It’s time for final hugs and kisses
Sad farewells and best wishes
It’s time for my usual emotional tears
Separate myself from these every day cheers
It’s time to flyaway from a land of Dragons and fairies
Leave this magical world of faraway families
It’s time to say a million thank you’s
For making my stay a Really Real great do
It’s time for me to travel back home
With glorious memories of this mystical thunder dome
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
Hello readers, I’m able to do a bit of copy and pasting, without straining or tiring myself out.. enjoy…
A Courtyard Of Dreams
Children can be childish, resistant and defiant
Adults can be childish, arrogant and ignorant
I’ll keep my old heels on the ground
While I’m able to see the difference
Between blue, green and brown
With love, there comes hidden trials of hurt
With denial of love, there’s only dust and dirt
A heart’s love, is true tenderness
Do not wait for tomorrow
There will not always be, that life’s sweetness
One day your soul, will know true sorrow
Moving On, by Leonard Cohen: Lyrics
“Moving On”
“I loved your face I loved your hair
Your t-shirts and your evening-wear
As for the world the job the war
I ditched them all to love you more
And now you’re gone, now you’re gone
As if there ever was a you
Who broke the heart and made it new?
Who’s moving on, who’s kiddin’ who?
I loved your moods I love the way
They threaten every single day
Your beauty ruled me though I knew
Twas more hormonal that the view
Now you’re gone, now you’re gone
As if there ever was a you
Queen of lilac, queen of blue
Who’s moving on, who’s kiddin’ who?
I loved your face I loved your hair
Your t-shirts and your evening-wear
As for the world the job the war
I ditched them all to love you more
And now you’re gone, now you’re gone
As if there ever was a you
Who held me dyin’ pulled me through
Who’s moving on, who’s kiddin’ who?
Who’s moving on, who’s kiddin’ who?”
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
Here I am in bed now, with a sharp raging headache(again). I’m not well, my occipital neuralgia has flared up (again) . All I can do is rest, so I’ll be lying low for a few days (or more). I’m beginning my treatment on Tuesday, physiotherapy and acupuncture, which in the end gives me some manageable relief. The whole process can take up to 4 weeks,…. Yeah… I should be ok for Christmas……. Hope you all have a good weekend
Mind Games (Again)
There’s a sharp pain
Inside my brain
Harpooning my eye
More than Ouch, I cry
So hard to write
Blurry is my sight
All I do is peep
And I must rest and sleep
I’ve not lost the knack
And I shall be back……….
Hopefully soon
Before they play my tune
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
How deep is your ocean ?
Are your tears drowning in the Red Sea ?
Is that black keyboard able to swim ?
Will your wet-suit protect you from the frozen lake ?
How long before your aqueducts run dry ?
Have you someone, to repair your heart’s broken levees ?
Are you able to withstand the crushing waves ?
Will those floodwaters ever stop ?
Has the smouldering really been doused ?
Were your love ones ashes, washed away today ?
Is this the story of life, for you ?
Then, ring-out the moisture, from your leftover soul
Fill the fire buckets, with raindrops of sorrow
Let us join the human-chain, and throw water on the flames
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
Haiku: Tree Care
Trees will grow again
Mother nature, cares that way
It’s time, we must too
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
In response to CalmKate’s Friday Foto Fun, prompt : “Street Art”. Here’s my collection of Street Art, photos in Geelong CBD area …..
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
Greed is a hearts bad seed
Encouraging an unnatural need
‘Twas my psyches, unrequited branch
That I left at the devils ranch
Now, there’s no more regrets for me
I’m almost home, I’m almost free
Tomorrow I’ll climb, another tree
With the gift of nature, we flew, we dared
And life’s promises and dreams, went undeclared
Upon her final Autumn, a tapestry of golden threads
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
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Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
Mother nature has decided
Humans!
You’ve been given eons of time
Humans!
You’ve had the torch, but failed to see the light
Our Mother
Is rekindling her furnace
She’s back-burning her own forests
Projecting black smoke signals
Obvious messages, to feel, hear and see
Yes Father
Where there is smoke, there is fire
She’s furious, and our planet’s ablaze
Sisters And Brothers
Feel her scorching heat
Blistering your waltzing feet
Hear her cracking explosions
Bursting your deafened eardrums
See her soaring flames
Blinding your greedy eyes
Humans!
There’s no point, looking up to the sky
Seeking your saviour in heaven
You’re not in charge
Abandon your selfish barge
Our Mother
Controls your clouds and rain
It’s time to show her Kindness, and end your pain
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
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