I eat, I drink, I sleep
I casually dream of yesterday’s
I Shamefully wonder about tomorrow’s
I’m walking along my sunny street
I’m alive and free as a bird
But I’m anxiously emotional about tomorrow
Will the children wake-up without crying
Will the children see sunlight today
Will the children be with their parents tomorrow
Where are the mindless sleeping
Where are their consciences today
Where are their lies going tomorrow
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Do you see above the horizon
A bright white winter moon
Silhouetted against the afternoon sky
Do you see my vision
A dark blue dusk, like a cloudless spoon
Cupping my angels ivory chalice ahigh
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I’m hooked on this song today, maybe because I’m another year older tomorrow, and I’m feeling I’m getting closer to where ever I’m going. It’s been a cold winter, and I’m feeling like a splinter in amongst the forest timbers, and my written words are only tear drops on the childrens cheeks.
There was a raging storm last night, I struggled to sleep, I was in and out of my dreams, and during my semi-conscious times, I jotted down these lines.
I remember the day
Like it was yesterday
A cold morning, ten o’clock
I, a shadow in the paddock
Standing beside a giant pylon
I looked up to heaven
Straight up the tower
The tower of power
Crosses of galvanized iron
Shiny under the winter sun
Wind whistling through its huge steel web
Howling like hades walking dead
And demons screaming in my head
My spirit begun climbing the spire
Clambering higher and higher
Up the pyramid of life’s wires
Desperate, I grasp at my ultimate desire
A visionary mission before I die
To embrace a piece of my angels sky
To the amazing Leonard Cohen, I thank you for being the inspiration behind my writings, over and over your words and songs have soothed the depths of my soul, and again you’ve caressed my heart during my times of sorrow, bless you, up there in your tower of song.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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Topic For Today: Positive Attitude
My Quotes for Today Are:
“Real true love is beautiful, with kindness, compassion and consideration being the foundation of every real true love” — Ivor Steven
” Every little bit we do helps, little steps, after little steps, and in time all the little steps produce one big stride towards achieving our goals” — Ivor Steven
“Whatever you create artistically, is the positive result of your thoughts becoming reality” — Ivor Steven
“Music feeds our senses and soothes our souls” — Ivor Steven
My 3 Bloggers For Today Are:
1. Trini Lind – Paths Of The Spirit
2. Linda — Spiritual Dragonfly
3. Laleh — A Voice from Iran
And I’ll end on a positive note with a glorious song by Australian singer/songwriter Alex Lloyd and his classic song, Amazing.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Dear friends
Last night I went out
Enjoyed myself
Good company and plenty of fun
There were some children there
I saw the children laughing
At the foolish antics
Of us silly adults
I arrived back home
After midnight
Then I read in bed
Some of my blog comments
Responses to my recent poems
About “We can help the children”
I was deeply touched
I started crying
Emotions tore at my heartstrings
Tears flooded my soul
Your replies were sincere
And compassionately moving
Dear friends
I thank you
One and all
May our solidarity
“Help the children”
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
“Knowledge be gets Wisdom
Teach our children more knowledge
Our children will learn to be more wise”
Ivor Steven.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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.
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
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
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