Today I’ve added another Haiku to my piece from yesterday to create a dual Haiku, I hope it doesn’t detract from the heartfelt intentions of my original Haiku, and I’ve also added another piece of glorious music by Ludovico Einaudi. Thank you Kate, of Calmkate, for the excellent photo prompt
Haiku: Trees, We Apologise To Thee
Ancient trees of life
Anoint colour to the sky
Cast shadows aground
I, hugging a tree
I, apologise to thee
I, seek mindful peace
Ivor Steven (c) June 2019
I’ve been nominated for a “Sunshine Blogger Award.”, by Vanessa of, ‘say no to clowns’, As my followers might know, I don’t usually participate in awards, I suppose I feel embarrassed/overwhelmed, and feel like it’s a burden to other readers, to pass on/be nominated. Anyhow, for Vanessa, here’s my answers to her intriguing questions….Thank you to, >>saynotoclowns
What is definitely not your favourite colour?
Pink, It definitely doesn’t suit me. My mom wanted her second child to be a girl (Me), I was originally dressed in pink for a while, after mom had spent months knitting pink outfits for the new baby (Me)
Do you like cake? If not, why?
I’ve been known to eat whole sponge cakes, in one sitting, especially with pink icing, like I’m trying to devour the pink icing, off the face of the planet…….
Can you live without a Smart phone?
I don’t have a smart phone, just a little Android phone. I suppose I use my phone a lot, but in my health situation, it’s a necessary item. And I’m always jotting down notes/lines in my phone, that I could later use in a poem…….
Do you like cake? If not, why?
Chocolate cake is my favourite……
What are your thoughts on clowns?
I never liked clowns at the circus, they used to scare me, and never thought they were the least bit funny, and they wore terrible make-up !!
One of us had to switch to decaf. Can you guess which one of us?
It wouldn’t be me. I don’t drink a lot of coffee, but I do like going to a cafe for a good coffee, and enjoy a chat with a friend, and soaking up the atmosphere created within the cafe….
As Vanessa said in her article, “As for my own nominations…actually, I am going to be bold and just tell you., ‘you have been one of the winners of the award’…and that goes for all of you wonderful people who have enriched my blogging life. Thank you so, so much!”. If you feel inclined, maybe you could answer the above questions that Vanessa,put to me……
Cheers
Ivor.
Hallelujah, A Song He Played For Me (Thanks Terry)
I’m relaxing here in the city square
Enjoying the simple things in life
Eating fresh fruit for lunch
Feeding the local seagulls
Watching people, passing by, going to and fro
Not everyone is stopping to see the show
Listening to my friend playing the blues
At this chilly outdoor venue
There’s others too, lazing on the wet ground
Soaking up his musical sounds
Guitar strumming, and a loud tenor voice
He’s singing Leonard’s Hallelujah, my choice
I’m emotional, but that’s me
Resting here under a winter tree
Gentle drops of rain, drizzle upon the calm
But that doesn’t dampen his enthusiasm or charm
Syd and Shirley seagull stand entranced
And the young ones are starting to dance
Ivor Steven (c) June 2019
Hello dear readers/followers, I’ve not taken much notice, but it seems I’ve been blogging here on WordPress for TWO years…. To celebrate the occasion, I’m re-posting one of my original poems from June/July 2017…..
Violin Strings
I’m singing a song, all about you.
Singing words, both sincere and true.
From my heart to my soul, the veins,
They’re as tight as violin strings.
I needed you, to take my hand.
Take my hand, and show me the way.
Show me the way, into a formal debut.
Show me the way, into your dancing shoes.
I needed you, to take my dreams.
Take my dreams, and show me how to behave.
Show me the way, into your family home.
Show me the way, into your holy grail.
I needed you, to take my open heart.
Take my heart, and show me how to pray.
Show me the way, into your little world.
Show me the way, into your milky-way.
I needed you, to take my old violin.
Take my violin, and show me how to play.
Show me the way, into your harp strings.
Show me the way, into all your tunes.
In finality, you unpicked the strings.
And you plucked my soul.
A broken violin.
And twisted strings.
Ivor Steven.
I awoke unexpectedly
Suddenly the mind had kicked in
My cogs were grinding and searching
Seeking that lost memory inside me head
That annoying buzz has been bugging me
Teasing me about that location
That place I couldn’t remember
The name was on the tip of my tongue yesterday*
But recalling that name had eluded me
Three o’clock in the morning
My eyes are wide open
Old cloudy visions, are now clearing
Up there, in bright neon lights
Of course, that’s the missing name
And my brain is not dead
Answer solved, back to sleep for my head
Iver Steven (c) June 2019
The Midweek Word Prompt is : Humour . Here, I’ve attempted a piece of sarcastic humour, in my poem about, the human’s unusual skin pigments.
And a big thank you To V.J. Knutson, with her poem “Even Colourless, Still A Flower”, being the source of my inspiration behind my poem today
Birds Of A Feather
to colour us all tanned
black or white
didn’t seem right
even a humorous sight
maybe blue and green
would’ve been a better blight
and I’ve been told orange
is a preferred skin tone
best we have more colours
I’ll go buy the paint drums
toss them together
shaken, not stirred
into one huge cocktail dish
and use a whale-hair paint brush
we’ll all be covered the same
a faded colour purple
like tarnished rain clouds
not too dark
not too proud
not too white
just bright enough
to see the light
Please Note: The featured image above, is called ‘Four Birds’, by an Australian artist, Patsy Anguburra Lulpunda, at the Aboriginal Art Gallery
Ivor Steven (c) June 2019
I’m air-mailing a special gift
Containing pieces of my heart
A parcel sealed with kiss
Flying on a cloud of love
Directly to where my angels live
Protected by the home of faeries
I’m sending my latest Tullawalla Booklet
And a Historic manuscript
Sadly, they’ll be no personal chaperone
Ivor Steven (c) June 2019
Haiku: Treats
Eating cream doughnuts
And peanut butter with jam
Hots dogs in mustard
For my cousins in Philadelphia, dear, Terry, Maureen, and Ken. Thank you, love you all
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
My Thursday evenings, are a boys night out
As usual, we drank and chattered
Opinions on every general topic
No politics nor religion
We talk about important issues
Mainly, travel, music and sports
Lively banter, of who’s who
Any, this and thats
We know what matters
And how to save a world in tatters
Then I was asked about my trip
My adventures in New York
And the meeting of my cousins and their families
In the warmth of Philadelphia
Fondly, I mentioned my time there
With cousins Ken, Maureen and Terry
And of course, my special niece, Kerri
I explained how they thoroughly spoilt me
I said “Truly the best time of my life”
Slowly tears welled in my eyes
And my friends, saw the liquid joy in my heart
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Hello dear friends, readers and followers, again thank you all for being so supportive of my writings. Today, I’m Proud to say I’ve finished compiling my tenth Tullawalla Booklet of my Poems. I’m extremely happy with the standard of my poems in the booklet. I suppose my healthy recovery from my two Strokes, in December and January, and my subsequent glorious visit to see my loving cousins in Philadelphia, led to the overall joyful tone in my poems…. Again if you would like to purchase my booklet “Tullawalla, Dreams Of The Heart” please contact me through my site here, and we’ll arrange payment and delivery after making contact, and all donations I receive, go to the MS Charity shop, here in Geelong. You could search for me in Facebook/Messenger, via, Ivor Steven, Rollins Rd, Bell Post Hill, Victoria, Australia. …
Below, a few photos of some pages in the Booklet
And also, what I consider my best piece of writing I’ve done for a long time
Haiku: We Lost The Sea
Bridges of dreams crossed
The ocean and river spanned
Waters of love found
“Change Of Heart” Neil Young .. Lyrics
Life is confusing
Love is time bent
Hate is not worth using
Even as cement
To build your walls
That you hide behind
And not see over and it blows your mind
There’s hate there now
That never was
Love is waiting just because of you cause
There’s nothing sacred
A blind man said
I see your feelings inside my head
I can’t predict it, what happens next
I love a future I don’t expect
You fortune tellers
You take my hand
See what’s there, it shifts in sands
I had a change of heart
It was a change of heart
Just a change of heart
I was the ocean
Washed up here
I’m you’re emotions
I’m your fresh beard
So drink me up and laugh away
And let’s all continue another day
Maybe tomorrow our ship will come int
And we’ll set the sails for oblivion
Not so fast
Let’s not give up
Let’s not be angry
And spill the cup
Well I’m still drinking
And I’m feeling so high
My eyes are water now, let’s give it a try
Come on baby, I’m ready to rock
Give me all you’ve got
And then let’s talk
It’s a change of heart
I had a change of heart
Just a change of heart
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
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