Hi all my dear readers, I was feeling like I needed a rev-up this morning, here in Geelong town. About to head off to work (Plumbing), and This Song by Bob Dylan, “All Along The Watchtower”, is brilliantly performed by the Dave Matthews Band, and has definitely got my adrenaline flowing for the rest of the day. !! Enjoy my friends…
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.
My Wake Up Music
Hi all my dear readers, I was feeling like I needed a rev-up this morning, here in Geelong town. About to head off to work (Plumbing), and This Song by Bob Dylan, “All Along The Watchtower”, is brilliantly performed by the Dave Matthews Band, and has definitely got my adrenaline flowing for the rest of the day. !! Enjoy my friends…
Tea Leaf’s
It’s early morn, on this lazy Saturday.
And I’m going to enjoy a relaxing day.
But first, I must make my bed.
“Yes, just like Mum said”
Oh, I gratefully do remember.
As I straighten the colourful quilt cover.
That gift from my previous lover.
And I like to fluff-up my pillows.
Ready for tonight’s wondrous dreams.
Revisiting plenty of stupid cupid’s arrows.
I’ve a long, handy bedhead shelf.
It’s always untidily in disarray.
However I’m smiling, satisfied within myself.
Last nights scribbles are all on display.
I gather up this multitude of loose words.
Sorting the jumbled mess into phrases.
Snippets of my subconscious memories.
Pieces of forgotten wistful dreams.
Then I begin to decode my productive sight.
And happily I start to rewrite.
About the tea-leaf’s floating on a calm sea.
Forming love letters, from her to me.
Ivor Steven.
Poetry Reading: A Single Atom, by Ivor Steven
Sincere thanks to “Poetry Festival”, for firstly publishing my poem, “A Single Atom”, and now, also for this lovely reading of my poem. I hope you all enjoy the poem reading as much as I did, Cheers. My Friends.
Performed by Elizabeth Rose Morriss
Get to know the poet:
What is the theme of your poem?
The poem is about my turmoil of thoughts and doubts, between my recently departed wife, and my starting up of a new relationship.
What motivated you to write this poem?
Lots of bad dreams and guilt.
How long have you been writing poetry?
I’ve been writing poetry for twenty-two years, although I’ve only been going public with my writings for the last eight years.
If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?
I’d love to have dinner with Leonard Cohen.
What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
The curiousity factor of listening to my words being articulated by some-one else, and to have my poem heard by the large audience of Poetry Festival’s readers.
Do you write other…
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A Midday Sun
Have you ever looked up at a Midday Sun,
Shining through the weeping forest canopies.
A golden glowing furnace, that’s larger than life.
Glaring down, from there above.
Have you ever flown up to touch the Midday Sun,
Travelling through that deep blue sky and beyond.
A vortex of colour, like a rainbow’s many hues.
Cascading down, from there above.
Have you ever been blinded by the Midday Sun.
By that purity of brilliant white.
Forcing your burning eyelids to shut tight.
The Corona’s fiery circles intensely bright.
Like an Angels alluring halo of slivering light.
Enchanting to your mesmerized sight.
Encapsulating a lover’s first flight.
And scorching your heart’s delights.
Ivor Steven.
Ivor Steven: Pumpkin Brains
My Smashed Pumpkin Brains, has just been published in the extraordinary, “Slasher Monster Magazine”, Thanks to all at SMM….
What’s it like to be an orange Pumpkin-head
Only black sockets for eyes instead.
And a cut-out smile full of seeds.
Queer ears made of rings and beads.
Inside, your brain is scooped out for pigs feed
Leaving a dark void that doesn’t bleed.
On top you’re like a crinkled dome.
And your sore neck’s being speared home.
What’s it like to have a retina thread
As a throbbing nerve-end tread.
With your cell fibres smashed to a pulp
Knifing across your tender scalp.
Ebbing towards your aching neck
And crushing you like a busted shipwreck.
Then a wooden spike pierces your fragile brain
Where the horrid harpoon spreads your pain.
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Sunday and Sunny Orchids and Lily
Wonder.
Thank you to all of my reader friends, for your wonderful support and well wishes, and today, “Friday The 13th”, I’m finally feeling betterer, and back to my sort of normal !! And so I’m posting this beautiful song, by another one of my of my favourite singer/songwriters, David Francey, click here. Wonder …..
Write to Me
Write to me, please
All I can do is quietly listen,
Listen, to your sweet voice,
Soothing my throbbing soul.
Write to my swollen eyes.
My life is becoming blurry,
And my reading’s in over-freeze.
Like the Bibles first Eve.
Write to my fallen voice.
Your’s always sounds like an angel.
Gently baptizing my ears,
And caressing my absent mind.
Write to my broken heart.
Mine’s still here to share,
Always so true and soft.
Like a morning’s virgin kiss.
Please write to me.
And set me free.
Ivor Steven.
For Tomorrow And The Next Day
Antony And The Johnsons, have long been a favourite of mine, and this song and lyrics, “Daylight And The Sun”, I think is an exceptional example of Antony Hegarty’s talents. And I suppose expresses my optimism about reaching tomorrow and discovering the rest of my journey over the rest of my time. https://youtu.be/t4kFpc3G7NM
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