Black Sheep

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

A Night Full Of Gold

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

Evaluating Her Moon

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

Sleeping At Last

Hello dear readers, I’ve been entranced by this song by ‘Sleeping At Last’, called ‘Saturn. The lyrics are purely superb, and they have been loudly resonating within my heart over the last few days, and I adore how the words capture the essence of life and “Existence”. Hopefully you’ll enjoy the music and lyrics as much as I do…. Cheers.

Featured Image, above: Saturn Wallpapers – wallpaper cave.com

“Saturn”, Lyrics by: Sleeping At Last

You taught me the courage of stars before you left.
How light carries on endlessly, even after death.
With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.I couldn’t help but ask
For you to say it all again.
I tried to write it down
But I could never find a pen.
I’d give anything to hear
You say it one more time,
That the universe was made
Just to be seen by my eyes.I couldn’t help but ask
For you to say it all again.
I tried to write it down
But I could never find a pen.
I’d give anything to hear
You say it one more time,
That the universe was made
Just to be seen by my eyes.

With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite
How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist.

Ivor Steven (c) September 2019

Some Time Now (Revised)

Anniversaries, they come, and they go

Some time now, since that final May snow

Anniversaries, my soul does not let them pass

Some time now, I reminisce the last

Anniversaries, none ever forgotten

Some time now, since your everlasting smile was taken

Anniversaries flowed over coral, of every color

Some time now, since your last wave of valor

Anniversaries, when love grew stronger

Some time now, since the years became longer

Anniversaries, across, love, suffering and pain

Some time now, since our river flooded with rain

Your troubles fell, with an Autumn leaf

Forever enshrined, in our promises of belief

Ivor Steven (c) September 2019

September Footprint : Response to Spice by Ivor Steven

Thank you to, Fae Corps Publishing and ‘pattimouse’, for posting this poem of mine…. I wrote the words this morning, into between these annual teardrops of mine…… Don’t worry I’m coping ok, smiling at my excessive tear ducts, and the piles of tissues scattered around my writers haven….. Maybe I’ll attach a song …..My favourite tune, for this, “our” week of dreams………

Once Upon A Time

Our evening cloudy sky

Is glowing your colour red

The night’s ground is trembling

I hear an unearthly gale blowing

From where the half moon is howling

And I see your star is shaking

No, my dearest

I’ve not forgotten

You’re rattling my windows

Earlier than normal

Then that’s definitely you

Always ready and on time

I’ve yet to pick new flowers

For your pure white vase

Yes, forever watching over you

These years have flown

But today, feels like our tomorrow

My memory tears

Are all for you

And they’re singing our song

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

The Sky Above

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