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Hello dear readers, I suppose nobody will ever understand me, or know where I’ve come from, nor comprehend, the difficult journey that I’ve travelled, to be here with you now. Below is my humble poem of thanks, for your encouragement and support…..
My Feelings, You Are All, More Than Nine
The palms of my hands are wet
From wiping the tears off my cheeks
The soles of my feet are cold
But my soul is feeling like sunlit gold
With your shared warmth, caressing my open arms
My heart is now covered, in the ink of your kind words
And my gracious self, cannot speak
The praise I’ve received, has stolen my voice
So here I write, honestly, to you, my dear readers
I’m overwhelmed, humbled, and also honoured
Sincerely, I thank you
And here, I play this love song, for all of you
A poem I wrote for Michele, who inspired me to think of these words of praise and thanks, to all of those readers who enjoy my writings…….. ‘Always my pleasure’……..
Ivor Steven (c) September 2019
Life is starkly unusual
When darkness is having a duel
Inside our over tired heads
As we toss and turn in bed
The unconscious psyche, cannot help but peep
At the mind’s, old fighting black sheep
Locking horns over their lost flock
Rattling the bones of our over-anxious body clock
Then twisting thoughts against the boxing ropes
Finally, bells ring, and our punch-drunk soul wants to elope
Ivor Steven (c) September 2019
The House is full
A friendly gathering of friends, and us poet fools
At this open mic evening for muses
An audience, a sea of smiling faces
Twenty poet’s, recitals unfold
Talented pieces, from young, and old
Appropriately, the topic was gold
The colour of my beer I hold
My turn and I read ‘A Golden Love Story’
Words from my heart’s own territory
After the show, I venture to Pistol Pete’s
Listening to live Blues music, and people to meet
A chat and a beer, with a guy from Hertfordshire
Then we have to vacate, more music and drinks we desire
There’s Beav’s Bar and music down the road
Dancing feet, off I go, talking in Morse code
During his break, I talk with the singer, Andy Forster
I give him a Tullawala booklet, and now departure time is here
Above: A Pom from Hertfordshire Pistol Pete’s The full moon last night
Here I’ve attached a video/music of Andy Forster’s song ‘Weary Eyes’, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy his excellent voice and song…… and yes, I have weary eyes today….
Ivor Steven (c) September 2019
This week’s Word Prompt is: EVALUATE. Please click >>HERE, to visit the Weekly Prompt’s fabulous site…
Evaluating Her Moon
I’m evaluating her moon, that flooded my heart, when I tried to find her heaven
Calmly relaxing here now, below a morning moon, in my verandah writing haven
Finally feeling warm and comfortable, and spring is in the air
My outdoor speakers are resonating my musical flair
Listening to Norwegian singer, Sivert Hoyem
His voice, delivers a deep melodic rhythm
The former lead man of Madrugada
And I’m writing a Haiku, to ease my hysteria
Spring In Australia
Chilly morning moon
Wakening to clear blue sky
A warm day beckons
Hello dear readers, I’ve been entranced by this song by ‘Sleeping At Last’, called ‘Saturn. The lyrics are purely superb, and they have been loudly resonating within my heart over the last few days, and I adore how the words capture the essence of life and “Existence”. Hopefully you’ll enjoy the music and lyrics as much as I do…. Cheers.
Featured Image, above: Saturn Wallpapers – wallpaper cave.com
“Saturn”, Lyrics by: Sleeping At Last
With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite
How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist.
Anniversaries, they come, and they go
Some time now, since that final May snow
Anniversaries, my soul does not let them pass
Some time now, I reminisce the last
Anniversaries, none ever forgotten
Some time now, since your everlasting smile was taken
Anniversaries flowed over coral, of every color
Some time now, since your last wave of valor
Anniversaries, when love grew stronger
Some time now, since the years became longer
Anniversaries, across, love, suffering and pain
Some time now, since our river flooded with rain
Your troubles fell, with an Autumn leaf
Forever enshrined, in our promises of belief
Ivor Steven (c) September 2019
Thank you to, Fae Corps Publishing and ‘pattimouse’, for posting this poem of mine…. I wrote the words this morning, into between these annual teardrops of mine…… Don’t worry I’m coping ok, smiling at my excessive tear ducts, and the piles of tissues scattered around my writers haven….. Maybe I’ll attach a song …..My favourite tune, for this, “our” week of dreams………
Ivor Steven is many things. Poet, plumber, blogger… The list continues. Find him and his work at https://ivors20.wordpress.com/
Our evening cloudy sky
Is glowing your colour red
The night’s ground is trembling
I hear an unearthly gale blowing
From where the half moon is howling
And I see your star is shaking
No, my dearest
I’ve not forgotten
You’re rattling my windows
Earlier than normal
Then that’s definitely you
Always ready and on time
I’ve yet to pick new flowers
For your pure white vase
Yes, forever watching over you
These years have flown
But today, feels like our tomorrow
My memory tears
Are all for you
And they’re singing our song
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Life’s frustrations
Times of waiting
Patiently, no! … now impatiently!
Life’s constant replays
Times of delays
Put off for another day, no! ….. what!
Life’s continuous challenges
Times of trudging uphill
Sharp inclines, no! … steep cliffs!
Life’s cloudy sky’s
Times of fogginess
Peering through the haze, no! … thick smog!
Life’s deep waters
Times of flooding
Crying raindrops, no! … cascading rivers of tears!
Life’s secret moons
Times of dreams
Searching for an angel, wings broken, no! … crushed!
Life’s days of sunshine
Times of light
Blinding rays, soul’s on fire, no! … ablaze!
Ivor Steven (c) September 2019
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