Life is starkly unusual
When darkness is having a duel
Inside our over tired heads
As we toss and turn in bed
The unconscious psyche, cannot help but peep
At the mind’s, old fighting black sheep
Locking horns over their lost flock
Rattling the bones of our over-anxious body clock
Then twisting thoughts against the boxing ropes
Finally, bells ring, and our punch-drunk soul wants to elope
Ivor Steven (c) September 2019
The House is full
A friendly gathering of friends, and us poet fools
At this open mic evening for muses
An audience, a sea of smiling faces
Twenty poet’s, recitals unfold
Talented pieces, from young, and old
Appropriately, the topic was gold
The colour of my beer I hold
My turn and I read ‘A Golden Love Story’
Words from my heart’s own territory
After the show, I venture to Pistol Pete’s
Listening to live Blues music, and people to meet
A chat and a beer, with a guy from Hertfordshire
Then we have to vacate, more music and drinks we desire
There’s Beav’s Bar and music down the road
Dancing feet, off I go, talking in Morse code
During his break, I talk with the singer, Andy Forster
I give him a Tullawala booklet, and now departure time is here
Above: A Pom from Hertfordshire Pistol Pete’s The full moon last night
Here I’ve attached a video/music of Andy Forster’s song ‘Weary Eyes’, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy his excellent voice and song…… and yes, I have weary eyes today….
Ivor Steven (c) September 2019
This week’s Word Prompt is: EVALUATE. Please click >>HERE, to visit the Weekly Prompt’s fabulous site…
Evaluating Her Moon
I’m evaluating her moon, that flooded my heart, when I tried to find her heaven
Calmly relaxing here now, below a morning moon, in my verandah writing haven
Finally feeling warm and comfortable, and spring is in the air
My outdoor speakers are resonating my musical flair
Listening to Norwegian singer, Sivert Hoyem
His voice, delivers a deep melodic rhythm
The former lead man of Madrugada
And I’m writing a Haiku, to ease my hysteria
Spring In Australia
Chilly morning moon
Wakening to clear blue sky
A warm day beckons
Life’s frustrations
Times of waiting
Patiently, no! … now impatiently!
Life’s constant replays
Times of delays
Put off for another day, no! ….. what!
Life’s continuous challenges
Times of trudging uphill
Sharp inclines, no! … steep cliffs!
Life’s cloudy sky’s
Times of fogginess
Peering through the haze, no! … thick smog!
Life’s deep waters
Times of flooding
Crying raindrops, no! … cascading rivers of tears!
Life’s secret moons
Times of dreams
Searching for an angel, wings broken, no! … crushed!
Life’s days of sunshine
Times of light
Blinding rays, soul’s on fire, no! … ablaze!
Ivor Steven (c) September 2019
This Weeks Word Challenge is: Reading, and here is my poem response….
Sometime Around Midnight
I was reading a book on the screen
The letters were clear, what did they mean
To be seen, without the story’s pages being turned
No leaf after leaf, of paper concerns
Then I went to bed, to read my new paperback
My mind preferred the real white and black
Eventually, tired eyes began to go down
Losing sight of the last blurry noun
I used my personal bookmark, between exact pages
That handwritten card, from my favourite sage
Then I heard a quiet clonk of my book closing
And drifting into sleep, I smell that aroma of new printing
Ivor Steven (c) September 2019
Radiant, I stand before the setting sun
I see a fiery circle, finishing her run
Heading to sleep, upon the horizon
Sinking away, from her day of diamonds
She was glowing all day, a gem of the sky
Where a windless spirit polished her golden eye
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
The car is garaged, left without a driver
I’m pedalling Yorkie, like a morning biker
Then catching the exit bus, and going down-town
Limping around, like an old clown
Lugging my back-pack, from bus to shops
And plumbing jobs are stuck on stop
My purse strings, hold only tattered seams
Dreams of travel, have run out of steam
Just a writer geek, at his computer desk
Unshaven, winter hibernating, feeling grotesque
Here waiting for spring, to thaw my paws
And to keep warming up the exit doors
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
Eyelids are heavy and tired
Overcome by the dazzle of razzle
My heart lays here empty
Softly yearning inside my chest
This mind of mine, feels worn and torn
Time is tick-tocking, constantly chiming
Ringing, between today and tomorrow
While the poets pen is scrawling
Knots on blue paper lines
Hanging them out, to dry and die
My arms are slowly fluttering
Searching for yesterday’s wings
As I continue to walk my journey
With this rusty and ageing limp
The lyrics of the ‘Airbourne Toxic Event’s’, song below, I think are profoundly outstanding, and well worth reading as you listening to the tune..
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
I’ve walked a thousand lonely miles
Looking for her everlasting smile
Gradually scaling Ararat’s steepest cliff
There, sipping from the grail’s cup of youth
I’ve travelled to the edge of time
To find the final word of rhyme
Where my sunrise soared into the sky
To recapture her last goodbye
Then I crawled on my hands
Searching for that broken line in the sand
I’ve dug myself a hole, deep into space
To join her spirit and grace
Releasing my star into the universe
And I awoke, to write more of this verse
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
Hello dear readers, I’ve been browsing through some old poems of mine….. and I came across this poem/letter, that I had written for a very dear friend …. the piece has remained filed away for over seven years….. and for the sake of my angel, I think It’s time that my noble soul shared these words……
Dear Friend, I Mean These Words
From the bottom of my broken heart, I thank you
From the depths of my crying soul, I thank you
Holding her frail hand at night, you were there
Caressing her spirit with your gentle words, you were there
Keeping me company, during her gathering dark, you were there
Hugging me when I cried and cried, you were there
Dear friend, again, and again, I mean these words
Dear friend, over and over, I say these words
From the bottom of my beating heart, I thank you
From depths of my noble soul, I thank you
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
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