Thanks for being there
Receiving my poems through the air
Thanks for reading my humble words
Understanding my journey with ‘our’ bluebird
Sometimes I am an introvert
But inwardly I am a flirt
Thanks for your comments, all so kind
Soothing my self-conscious mind
Thanks for appreciating the songs
Tunes from my soul, I’ll be playing lifelong
Thanks for the hugs and kisses
Caressing my heart with rivers of bliss
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
Hiding in my cave
Cowering in fright
In the middle of the day
I fall into night
Hoping, am I allowed to stay
If I hide out of sight
Under blankets, like a suffering stowaway
Fleeing the pounding light
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
When you hit the ground
After your head has been bounced around
You will again hear that drumming sound
Rhythmical, thump, thump, pound
And your waterlogged boots are lower bound
Do they send you off, when you’re on the mound
Do they think you’re faking it, like a clown
One day they will notice, you cry and frown
And throw you a lifeboat, before you drown
But, those waterlogged boots are holding you down
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
Blinded By The Bight
With my eyes shut tight
I felt a blue shark bite
Angrily into my neck
How did he arrive on this deck
Floundering, covered in watery oil
His sad crimson eyes on the boil
The society’s outcast, washed ashore
A native ejection, from offshore bores
Hanging there, in our Great Australian Bight
And jointly, we’re sharing similar pains tonight
Both, corporate debris, lost and out of sight
He has dry landed, I am a broken kite
“Puppets”, lyrics by Leonard Cohen
German puppets burned the Jews
Jewish puppets did not choose
Puppet vultures eat the dead
Puppet corpses they are fed
Puppet winds and puppet waves
Puppet sailors in their graves
Puppet flower, puppet stem
Puppet time dismantles them
Puppet me and puppet you
Puppet German
Puppet Jew
Puppet Presidents command
Puppet troops to burn the land
Puppet fire, puppet flames
Feed on all the puppet names
Puppet lovers in their bliss
Turn away from all of this
Puppet reader shakes his head
Takes his puppet wife to bed
Puppet me and puppet you
Puppet German, puppet Jew
Puppet Presidents command
Puppet troops to burn the land
Puppet fire, puppet flames
Feed on all the puppet names
Puppet night comes down to play
The after act to puppet day
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
Tonight, I Hear A Light
From his tower of song
The teacher heralds his story
Thought provoking and foreboding
His words, are wise and profound
Almost a lullaby to your inner child
Or shaking your soul, almost to death
Recognising the ancient past
Honouring a vaccinated future
In a world that has been torn
His personal eulogy, is solemn but not forlorn
My heart will keep living the romance
Thank you for the dance
“It’s Torn” Lyrics, by Leonard Cohen
I see you in windows that open so wide
There’s nothing beyond them and no one inside
You kick off your sandals and shake out your hair
The salt on your shoulders like sparks in the air
There’s silt on your ankles and sand on your feet
The river too shallow, the ocean too deep
You smile at your suffering, the sweetest reprieve
Why did you leave us, why did you leave
You kick off your sandals and shake out your hair
It’s torn where you’re dancing, it’s torn everywhere
It’s torn on the right and it’s torn on the left
It’s torn in the centre which few can accept
It’s torn where there’s beauty, it’s torn where there’s death
It’s torn where there’s mercy but torn somewhat less
It’s torn in the highest from kingdom to crown
The messages fly but the network is down
Bruised at the shoulder and cut at the wrist
The sea rushes home to its thimble of mist
The opposites falter, the spirals reverse
And Eve must re-enter the sleep of her birth
And up through the system the worlds are withdrawn
From every dominion the mind stood upon
And now that it’s over and now that it’s done
The name has no number, not even the one
Come gather the pieces all scattered and lost
The lie in what’s holy, the light in what’s not
The story’s been written the letter’s been sealed
You gave me a lily but now it’s a field
You kick off your sandals and shake out your hair
It’s torn where you’re dancing, it’s torn everywhere
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
G’day dear readers, welcome to Go Dog Go Cafe’s, Promote Yourself Monday. Please, you’re most welcome to come over and post your article here, a friendly site for writers, and a place to meet writers….
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This weekend the photo challenge on Weekly Prompts is: Clock the Time. I’ve chosen an older poem, so I only have to copy and paste. Be sure to visit the fabulous Weekly Prompts site by clicking >>HERE
It Was Time To Leave
It’s time to tidy up my mess
Clean up the room and get dressed
It’s time to pack my suitcase
Fill the travel bag and vacate this place
It’s time to put on my famous rocker shoes
And walk away from this dream so true
It’s time to say heartfelt goodbyes
To these wonderful Philadelphia guys
It’s time for final hugs and kisses
Sad farewells and best wishes
It’s time for my usual emotional tears
Separate myself from these every day cheers
It’s time to flyaway from a land of Dragons and fairies
Leave this magical world of faraway families
It’s time to say a million thank you’s
For making my stay a Really Real great do
It’s time for me to travel back home
With glorious memories of this mystical thunder dome
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
Hello readers, I’m able to do a bit of copy and pasting, without straining or tiring myself out.. enjoy…
A Courtyard Of Dreams
Children can be childish, resistant and defiant
Adults can be childish, arrogant and ignorant
I’ll keep my old heels on the ground
While I’m able to see the difference
Between blue, green and brown
With love, there comes hidden trials of hurt
With denial of love, there’s only dust and dirt
A heart’s love, is true tenderness
Do not wait for tomorrow
There will not always be, that life’s sweetness
One day your soul, will know true sorrow
Moving On, by Leonard Cohen: Lyrics
“Moving On”
“I loved your face I loved your hair
Your t-shirts and your evening-wear
As for the world the job the war
I ditched them all to love you more
And now you’re gone, now you’re gone
As if there ever was a you
Who broke the heart and made it new?
Who’s moving on, who’s kiddin’ who?
I loved your moods I love the way
They threaten every single day
Your beauty ruled me though I knew
Twas more hormonal that the view
Now you’re gone, now you’re gone
As if there ever was a you
Queen of lilac, queen of blue
Who’s moving on, who’s kiddin’ who?
I loved your face I loved your hair
Your t-shirts and your evening-wear
As for the world the job the war
I ditched them all to love you more
And now you’re gone, now you’re gone
As if there ever was a you
Who held me dyin’ pulled me through
Who’s moving on, who’s kiddin’ who?
Who’s moving on, who’s kiddin’ who?”
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
Here I am in bed now, with a sharp raging headache(again). I’m not well, my occipital neuralgia has flared up (again) . All I can do is rest, so I’ll be lying low for a few days (or more). I’m beginning my treatment on Tuesday, physiotherapy and acupuncture, which in the end gives me some manageable relief. The whole process can take up to 4 weeks,…. Yeah… I should be ok for Christmas……. Hope you all have a good weekend
Mind Games (Again)
There’s a sharp pain
Inside my brain
Harpooning my eye
More than Ouch, I cry
So hard to write
Blurry is my sight
All I do is peep
And I must rest and sleep
I’ve not lost the knack
And I shall be back……….
Hopefully soon
Before they play my tune
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
How deep is your ocean ?
Are your tears drowning in the Red Sea ?
Is that black keyboard able to swim ?
Will your wet-suit protect you from the frozen lake ?
How long before your aqueducts run dry ?
Have you someone, to repair your heart’s broken levees ?
Are you able to withstand the crushing waves ?
Will those floodwaters ever stop ?
Has the smouldering really been doused ?
Were your love ones ashes, washed away today ?
Is this the story of life, for you ?
Then, ring-out the moisture, from your leftover soul
Fill the fire buckets, with raindrops of sorrow
Let us join the human-chain, and throw water on the flames
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
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