I remember Grace Slick and Jefferson Airplane, and I used to play this song over and over, the lyrics did so represented our time back then.
Author: ivor20
G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer.
I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.
A Baby Book, The Four Of Us
Weekly Prompts– Photo Challenge – Timeworn I’ve found this baby book of my dad’s. The book is nearly 70 years old, given to my parents by my grandmother, my mothers mom, to celebrate the birth of my older brother, Danny
Above, bottom right, my parents with Danny. 1949.
Above, my dad’s log of Danny’s first 4 weeks.
Above, in the left frame, my grandmother, Elizabeth, with Danny, and on the right, my mom, Esther, with Danny.
Then came Ivor and my little brother, Lawrence.
And finally mom had a daughter that she always wanted, Myfanwy Glenys, and interestingly dad also logged the birth of Myfanwy’s daughter April.
Oh… This is a later attachment, have been feeling quite nostalgic since I posted this article, and I’m adding this lovely song, I hope you enjoy.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Let Us Not Be Silent
Let us not turn a blind eye
Clear the dark clouds from our sky
Extract our heads from the sand
Join our national brass band
Blow loudly on your trumpets
Let us stop being pawns and puppets
We’re not the sheep of their lands
We can be the blanket for our lambs
A collective sheet, protective and grand
Let us not be silent and bland
Clear the stage, make a stand
The worlds suffering children need us
Before they’re herded onto the bus
Like lambs to the slaughter
Imagine, our sons and daughters
Laying on concrete, alone and caged
Crying, weeping, could it be our ice-age
We’re distraught and outraged
Compassion, love, is paramount on centre-stage
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Quote #2, “Together We Can Help”
“Fellow Writers, We Have The Power, We Have A Voice, We Have A Pen, Collectively, We’re Able To Help, Help The Children Of The World, Stop Them Crying For Help.”
Together We Can Help
Let us all help
It’s Time
Time to have a say
Voice your feelings
Tell your stories
Use your pen
Speak from your soul
Talk about their little feet
Feel their mammas heartbeat
Give your all
Walk tall
We need to help
Children is my prompt
Lets do the stomp
It’s your call
One and all
Don’t let the children crawl
Save them before they fall
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
When Do They Play
For all the wrongfully incarcerated children around the world, what sort of humans have we become to allow such heart-wrenching home-wreaking, that will undoubtably cause permanent damage to the innocent children. “There can be no keener revelation of a society’s soul than the way in which it treat its children.” – Nelson Mandela.
When Do They Play
Our emotions are boiling on high
Lowly governments are hiding like spies
When do the children play
Where do their Moms and Dads stay
Why should we have to pray
This is not our humane way
Promised tomorrows should be theirs today
Please, when do the children play
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
When Do They Play
For all the wrongfully incarcerated children around the world, what sort of humans have we become to allow such heart-wrenching home-wreaking, that will undoubtably cause permanent damage to the innocent children.
When Do They Play
Our emotions are boiling on high
Lowly governments are hiding like spies
When do the children play
Where do their Moms and Dads stay
Why should we have to pray
This is not our humane way
Promised tomorrows should be theirs today
Please, when do the children play
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
The Ship Song
There’s not a lot more I can say about this classic song, “The Ship Song”, by Nick Cave, and a special video clip for you all to enjoy. The Ship Song Project – Sydney Opera House reinterprets Nick Cave’s iconic song. Performed by Neil Finn, Kev Carmody and The Australian Ballet, Sarah Blasko, John Bell, Angus and Julia Stone, Paul Kelly and Bangarra Dance Theatre, Teddy Tahu Rhodes and Opera Australia, Martha Wainwright, Katie Noonan and The Sydney Symphony, The Temper Trap, Daniel Johns and the Australian Chamber Orchestra.
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The Ship Song lyrics
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around
We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
We Are Not Worthy, Nor Grand
The Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 23
26 TuesdayJun 2018
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What message just for you
is hidden in this ancient writing?
The Time-travelers have been and gone
Transcending the stars and beyond
Leaving us the message carved in stone
Obvious warnings, pointing the bone
“You are not worthy, nor grand
to care for Mother Earth’s beautiful land”
Decrying our human-kinds faults
Locking our world’s children in vaults
Poisoning our plants, rivers, and seas
Contaminating the air we breathe
Burning our forests
Vehicle fumes
Nuclear bombs
Rulers greed
Before we even feed
Our fellow-man
Slaughter upon slaughter
Like we’re lambs
Guns and bullets
Millions for every bloody stand
Like dead seeds in our hands
Not giving life, only death and sand
We are not worthy, nor grand
It’s time, to make a stand
Who’s going to lead our band
“It’s Time”, https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/07/25/its-time/
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Tit Bits #12
The sun shone between me and oblivion
Blinding my way to the horizon
I let my fading moon call on Poseidon
We bravely fought our wars
Now I’m an old soldier out of uniform
Love has wounded and scarred me
I’ve no battle hat for my head
Only an empty camp bed
The nights are cold
I do turn bold
No caresses to hold
Nor unfold
There’s always something to find
Out there in nothing
Appearing to be nothing
Out there waiting to be found
I’ll keep dancing to the beat
Happy I’m still on my feet
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Hot Like An Oven
This Weeks Photo Prompt is Heat-wave.
It was hard for me here in Geelong, we’re experiencing a winters cold spell and zero temperatures, so the closest I could get to a heat-wave was my stupid electric oven, with its faulty thermostat, and the oven just gets hotter and hotter, as the temperature setting doesn’t work at all, and everything in the oven gets burnt to a crisp, as the temperature keeps rising and rising !!
Below a hot heat-wave photo from years ago
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 