Poems – Page 219 – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Home Is The Air I Breathe

welcome to our home
the house of rustic timber and stone
home is where my heart is now
and now I live here alone
but I’m cosy and comfortable
wearing the same old shoes
talking and walking her every mile
she’s in every covering stone
she’s in the marrow of my bones
we share the air I breathe
inhaling her gracious spirit
capturing her living essence
absorbing her love into my blood
flowing through my pumping veins
cascading upon my open heart
caressing my solitary core
embracing our glorious souls as one

Soul Mates, A Song

The sun is shining, the day is grand, I found our Anniversary band, made of pure silver, here in my hand, I’ll mount it on a stand, like the day she placed the gift in my hand, hand in hand we still stand, our feet sharing the warm sands, yes my memories are grand, so let’s strike up the band.

Soul Mates And Stormy Seas

Soul Mates And Stormy Seas

Three decades I cared for her
My loving wife
Tending to her sorrowful erosions
We sailed many stormy Seas together
Crashing waves upon crushing waves
She was battered
I was torn
Miraculously we survived
Our wounded hearts grew closer
I admired her courage and grace
I worshipped her unabated love
Then her finality occurred
Our souls have never parted
Entwined, the same as when we started

Where Is Their Tomorrow

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

White Winter Moon

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

I’m In Pieces After The Crash

In my hand I hold a beam

The smallest of silver screens

Reflecting my hidden dreams

My pocket mirror of silent screams

Shamefully I’m blushing blood red

Deeply scolding myself instead

Selfishly my crash is but a drop in the ocean

Seeing rivers of crushed tears dripping from the children

Children alone, yet to be reunited

Children trashed and yet unsighted

Tower To Heaven

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.

My Rural Town

WEEKLY PROMPTS, PHOTO CHALLENGE

Our Photo Challenge is , Bucolic

I live on the out-skirts of Geelong, and the city is a reasonable size with a population of 240,000. But here I am, virtually on the town’s northwestern back fence, and only a dead-end dirt road is outside my front door.

The back fences of north-west Geelong The dirt lane outside my home.

At the end of my dirt lane is a walking path that I use frequently. I can walk to my favourite coffee venue, The Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe, set in a rustic homestead with a beautiful view over the Moorabool River Valley. Attached link is a poem about the cafe. https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/10/15/cheeky-magpie/

The view over the Moorabool Valley Sunset along the walking path

The featured image at the beginning of the post is of our local mountain ranges, called the You-Yangs. Here the picture is taken from Geelong’s Eastern Park/Botanical Gardens, looking across Corio Bay towards the You-Yangs.

A Slide-show of pictures from around our City By The Bay

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“I See The Universe In A Blade Of Grass”

FIFTY YEARS AGO — WE SANG THIS SONG

“I See The Universe In A Blade Of Grass” **

I’m exhausted

And wearing paper-thin

I’ve been crying too often

My salty tears

Have dried my skin

Cracked the corners of my eyes

And etched my chin

My retina’s are burning

X-rays through hedges

My troubled bridge is worn

I cannot see the dawn

I sit alone and stare

At this daily glare

From the children over there

Innocent eyes looking sad and bare

Desperate for care

Gasping for free air

** These words are taken from a line in Sean Rowe’s song, The Lonely Maze, 2012.

Dear Friends, A Letter To You

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”