I’m consumed by tiredness
In this healing castle of sleeplessness
Where the nightingales flitty about
Like hummingbirds in a drought
The witch-doctors come and go
With their underlings following to and fro
During the day there’s noisiness and bright lights
And life is just the same throughout the night
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
The day is wet and dismal
My view of the world is cold and gloomy
I’m troubled in my restricted room
My penwork is a scrawl
To use the keypad on my phone
Is frustrating and difficult
I showered this morning
With the help of nurse Skye
It was frustrating and difficult
Eating my hospital meals
Is frustrating and difficult
To walk anywhere, any distance
I need the assistance of my nurse
It’s frustrating and difficult
I’ve been here before
Eighteen long years ago
Then, I was caring for Carole too
It was very frustrating and difficult
I’m feeling alienated against the norm
My body is worn and torn
Life is frustrating and difficult.
I’m wishing for a chance to be reborn
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Not feeling light and breezy
“Life wasn’t meant to be easy”
Said that man
With the silver spoon
In his mouth
I’m lying here pointing south
Back in the old boat
Doing another stroke
Without an oar
I can still see, nearby shore
I’m sure, there’s more
Before I’m shown the door
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Lazy Bones
Cordless phones
Garden gnomes
Overhead drones
Windowless homes
Creaks and moans
Lazy bones
Pain
Pain is like the rain
It comes and goes
Heavy and light
A Lie
It’s a lie that I don’t cry
It’s a lie that I passed you by
It’s a lie that I never tried
It’s a lie that I’ll never die
Mirror
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
You showed me how to stand tall
Again, it’s time for your call ………
Judge
I’m neither a judge
Nor a dealer in sludge
I’d rather eat some fudge
And give my-side of this life a nudge…….
Even Though
Love is all above thee
Love is a blanket of autumn leaves
Love shower’s us with glee
Love is everywhere, to feel and see
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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I might not have thought this through.
I have 102 things to do!
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Shame
There is shame
There is blame
That we need to tame
To love our own name
Day And Night
There’s dark, then light
Like there’s day and night
Sunrise and sunset
Like there’s life and regrets
Life ebbs and flows
Life comes and goes
There’s reality, then dreams
Life’s mixture of honey and cream
Sticky and sweet
Like every heart-beat
Sometimes
Sometimes I’ve very little
Left in me to deal
Sometimes having very little
Of me, is very real
Sometimes we need a little boost
To be able to heal
Sometimes your words are enough
For me to see and feel
Here And There
Looking up at night-sky everywhere
I imagine being lost in here and there
Picking blue stars for us to wear
A Kiss
“I promise, your kiss I won’t fight”
I shall silently listen tonight
And dream of your delight
A blissful kiss, soft and light
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Breathe
Breathing slowly, is the key
The calm, opens doors
Fresh air, flows through
Feel love, within you
Reality
Who needs reality
The world is a dying fantasy
Welcome to my dream world
Come with me, have a twirl
Siblings
Sibling love is strong
Through right and wrong
A Cold Soul
The mending of one’s soul
Only time thaws the cold
Theft
The timing is perfect
I’ve nothing to expect
Of what’s left
After life’s grand theft
Love Words
To write a true love poem
You let your heart ink the words
Hunters & Collectors Lyrics
“True Believers”
I know your face, I’ve seen it before
A faded memory, a voice through the door
Tell me your name – are you friend or foe?
A star-crossed lover with nowhere to go
True believer you’re an open book
The stalls are empty everywhere you look
So long to a night well spent
You can’t remember where the money all went
You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers
Let’s go dancing in our Sunday clothes
Let’s raise a glass to the life we chose
Can’t believe after all these years
You’re still laughing – it brings me to tears
Sinking slowly – the champagne flowed
I was a child up until you showed
Don’t be ashamed – let there be no regrets
For the nights of madness we can’t forget
You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers
Tell me your name – I’ll keep you in mind
A true heart is the hardest to find
I know your face – I’ve seen it before
A faded memory at the nightclub door
You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers
You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers
True Believers
True Believers
True Believers
True Believers
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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Q. What is the one thing all of us Bloggers want?
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The heart of the matter
A conundrum of chatter
I wrote a poem after a stroke
Inside a brain covered with spots
There’s a sail full of mini-clots
I know she broke my heart
But how does an infection start
There’s to be a deep soul search
My heart needs more deep research
I was playing Powderfinger’s album, “Odyssey Number Five” whilst I writing this poem and for no reason I’ve chosen this song for you to listen to, while reading my poem.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Next year, after Easter
I’m flying north
Across a vast ocean
Towards a place called America
From the west to the east coast
Landing at the big apple
Taking a small bite, five days
Then a train from Grand Central Station
For a debut meeting with my cousins in Philadelphia
My Dad’s far away relatives
I shall rejoice in the reunion our family’s spirits
Oh yes, the dream of my lifetime
A fortuity beyond the realms of my imagination
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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