Music – Page 230 – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

A Frozen Cheer

When I’m listening to my heart cheer

Sometimes, I turn a deaf ear

Reality hits, there was nothing to fear

Her frozen heartbeat was crystal clear

Sorry, I’ll Be There Soon

Oh baby, I’m tired of watching

You drive my car

The wheels are on fire

Beyond the grip of my sweaty palms

Whenever, is my burn-out time due

Behind the old steering wheel

Before I finally run-out of fuel

Driving on my road, with no rear-vision view

A new license to live, and be beside you

I’m sorry, I’ve not been to see you, I’ll be there soon

Hello dear readers. For the readers who have been following my blogs for a while, you would know I am an avid fan of Xavier Rudd. Today in the Geelong newspaper’s weekend magazine they had a feature article about Xavier Rudd. So I’ve scanned the story and associated pictures, for you to have a read, if you wish.

And here is incredible classic song “Spirit Bird”…. yes, we’re seen it all before….

The Forest

Haiku

The Forest

Tunnel grows wider

Walking out of the forest

The light glows brighter

“All The World Is Green”

I fell into the ocean
When you became my wife
I risked it all against the sea
To have a better lifeMarie you’re the wild blue sky
And men do foolish things
You turn kings into beggars
And beggars into kingsPretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old days again
And all the world is green

The face forgives the mirror
The worm forgives the plow
The questions begs the answer
Can you forgive me somehow?

Maybe when our story’s over
We’ll go where it’s always spring
The band is playing our song again
And all the world is green

Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old days again
And all the world is green

The moon is yellow silver
Oh, the things that summer brings
It’s a love you’d kill for
And all the world is green

He is balancing a diamond
On a blade of grass
The dew will settle on our graves
When all the world is green

Walking Towards The Light

We would all like to achieve our goals

Waiting there in the light, of our journey’s tunnel

Today I’m stepping closer towards my light

I’m taking a long walk to my favourite Cafe

I’ve not been able to walk there for five months

Where did those hungry days go

Stolen by time in the hospital

Time taken and over-used, resting and recovering

And many hard hours of rehab time, trying to get fit

I hope you are all loudly barracking for me

This a testing walk today

The walk will be the farthest I’ve gone during my comeback

I’ve got new rocking shoes on

And here I go !! Yeah. Cheers from the crowd

Phew !! I’m here, I made it !! More Cheers

Now I’ll rest, I’m half way

Enjoy these beautiful country surroundings

I’ll have to shoo the magpie off my coffee and cake

While I’m relaxing here, and thinking of what I’ve achieved.

The emergency ambulance wasn’t needed

I don’t have to ring for a taxi home

My shoes and feet are feeling strong and powerful, maybe

Enough recuperating time, off again, the walk back

To walk out of the agistment farm, and homeward bound

Yeah !! Did I hear the supporting crowd, clap and roar !!

Unnamed; Maybe ?…. Beyond A Blue Sky……… Or…….. Goodbye Blue Sky…..

I’m quite baffled as to what title I should give my little poem below. The “Weekly Word Prompt” for this week is : Baffling << Click on Baffling. I’ve a few baffling ideas, but nothing that I’m happy with, maybe you wonderful readers could come up with a suitable Title, ??

Cafe Go.

I’m having lunch in town

At the quaint, Cafe Go

A picture of my lunch

And the lovely courtyard (attached)

I’m reading a copy of Paul Sunstone’s poem

Which I printed this morning

The poem makes for interesting reading

For my lunch-time break

Here’s the comment I’m sending to Paul

Please Click >>Here. to view his entire poem

“Sounds like you are in

Great need of holes

Either, to let the light in

Or the darkness out

What ever way

Do your holes stay”

I adored this stanza, imagining, the sharp blade of wit, lovingly poking holes in you, for some gloomy reason, that seemed to activate my warped sense of humour.

“Would you be so kind, my love,
Would you be so tender,
As to poke some holes in me
With the sharp blade of your wit?”

I’ve recently introduced Paul to the music of Manchester Orchestra, and here’s a song of there’s we may all enjoy.

Love Comments, I Did Write

The ink of love in my pen

Runs endless and free

Obvious to those who feel and see

All life’s errors don’t happen

Through our fault

All life’s righteousness happens

Through our Kindness

Goodness is the quiet achiever

The underdog we all barrack for

The purest winner amongst evil losers

Our hope for better days ahead

Keeps the colours in our hearts alive

A locked heart

Needs a gentle key

At the start

I exist

You exist

Together on this land

Existence is grand

A Forever Coat

Her favourite coat, forever hangs in my wardrobe

Unmistakably I feel the coat’s presence

Every-time I open the wardrobe door

I instinctively turn to see her family heirloom

A gift that’s been handed down from her grandmother

However, the gift she wasn’t able to wear when the sickness begun.

Not once, over the next thirty years, of frailty and fears

Time is now a broken clock face

Seven years ago, she did pass

And her favourite coat I keep, my piece of memorabilia

I do know, she’s not going to reappear

For me to gently and warmly cover her tender shoulder

Consciously I’m not sure, why the coat remains

I’ve tried to give the coat away

To a homely charity, and even a local actor’s group

Fortuitously her coat has not been accepted

Here in the wardrobe, the glorious old coat stays

Along with the other trinkets of her forever spirit

The Oven Sky

The summer flowers have faded and gone

Wilting leaves, look like the devils blight

My Calendar declares Autumn is here

But it’s still summer in the city

Remaining hot and dusty, here on my plot

All the dogs are panting, searching for a cool block

Singed birds have refused to fly in the oven sky

Today’s furnace, is the night’s unwanted heater

Dry rot is crumbling, under the burning sun

Fat rain drops have forgotten their landing spots

And the drought smiles at us with disdain

As we gasp and wait for the cool change tonight

Category: Music