Haiku’s: Dead and Alive
Dead
Old cypress tree dies
Driest Autumn recorded
A sign of the times
Alive
My green fernery
Watered garden signature
She lovingly thrives
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Haiku’s: Dead and Alive
Dead
Old cypress tree dies
Driest Autumn recorded
A sign of the times
Alive
My green fernery
Watered garden signature
She lovingly thrives
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Falls and crawls of energy waning
Glares and stares of eyes opening
Help and kindness of paramedics working
Clangs and chimes of sirens roaring
Awakening from a void of dreams
Visualising my spirit draining
Ins and outs of doorways slamming
Shrieks and shrills of voices screaming
Ups and downs of painfully surviving
Highs and lows of slowly recovering
Awakening from a void of dreams
Realising my life’s gradually healing
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Violet Crumble bars
Offerings for my relatives
Souvenir Koala’s
Gifts for the youngsters
There’s many of them
Stubbie holders for the oldies
Still young at heart
A special T-shirt
For a Special person
My poetry collections
Tullawalla is the word
A friendly meeting place
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Skyward bound
Away from home ground
No more, of the side-walk mound
Daylight stargazing drowned
Northern clouds to be found
My time, is finally unwound
Hearing new city sounds
Amazing heights to astound
Sights to snoop around
A statue proudly crowned
I’ll be the friendly poet, of little renown
The Waterboys “You In The Sky”. Lyrics
Thou alone which art
You in the sky
I wanna know why clouds come in between you and I
Thou alone which art
You in the sky
I wanna know why clouds come in between you and I
Thou art beautiful
And I am gifted
Within thy precious presence I am lifted
Let me know you
Come in to me
Open up my heart and sing your song right through me
Let me know you
Come in to me
Open up my heart and sing your song right through me
Thou alone which art
You in the sky
I wanna know why clouds come in between you and I
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
On a starry Autumn night
Laying under the cosmic sky
I see a universe beyond
The galaxy’s, milky way
With unnumbered orbiting planets
Astronomer’s, clearly hearing their sound
Radars that echo, there’s no shadow of doubt
Out there somewhere
In the vastness of space
Another similar earth, co-exists
Do those purple aliens
Wait and wonder
Look to the cosmos and ponder
When will humanity arrive
Invading their picturesque, violet atmosphere
Ravaging innocent foreign lives
Bowing to the human war cry
Assimilate or die
“Melancholy Man” The Moody Blues
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Family, friends and followers
Lend me yours ears
I’ve only been blogging
Not even two years
A medium I did not understand
A venue way exceeding my expectations
A happening beyond my imagination
A journey I lovingly shared
I have enjoyed every unsteady step
What else can I say
I shower you all, “A Thousand Kisses Deep”
And my Nautilus is awash with likes
Fifty Thousand Leagues (likes) Under The Sea
In my ocean full of pleasure and love
I Thank you all
I am not drowning, but resurrected
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Written in response to Helene’s, What do You See, Photo prompt March 26 to April 1, 2019. And I would also like to thank Claudia, of, “Humoring The Goddess”, and her latest article, for also inspiring me to write this post about the fascinating properties of rocks !!, please click >>Here
The photos in my post here, are of Carl Peverall’s stone and rock sculptures, copied from Claudia’s article today….. I’m sure she won’t mind ??
Featured Image Above Left: Carl Peverall, Gift. and, Above Right: Helen’s Photo Prompt
Below: Rodin’s, Thinker Carl Peverall’s, Minstrel The Cemetery Stone Bench
Stone Arches, High In The Sky
Sitting on this old cemetery bench
Judiciously carved from granite
I’m pondering, like Rodin’s Thinker
Observing God’s arches high in the sky
Supported by tall Gothic columns
Laboriously sculptured stone
Etched by annual rain
Burnt under the ancient sun
Shaped by the winds of time
Dully hued, eleven shades of grey
Smooth rocks from past aeon’s
Millenniums cast in aged sand-stone
History encrusted surfaces
Pillars of society, silently solidified
Entombed witnesses of the painful years
The cold graveyard’s, living pyramids
Monuments to new generations
Life’s statues of our lost souls
Immortality and finality achieved
Beyond a shadow of doubt
Their stoic presence
An eternal epitaph
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Hello dear readers, friends, and followers. I’ve got 24 days to go before I fly to New York, and my progress is improving everyday. I’m keeping myself busy, bike pedalling (On Yorkie) exercise sessions and walking 8000 steps a day, In between, I’ve been preparing my new booklet of poems. I’ve just finished the manuscript (Phew and yeah !!), and this one is called, “Tullawalla: “Leafless Branches”, No more hospital appointments, and I’ve been given the all-clear to fly away. Like my other 8 Booklets, all money’s that I collect from the sale of these booklets goes to the Geelong MS Charity Shop. The list of my 9 booklets is below. These booklets are all printed here in my little writing studio/haven, put together by hand, and they’re a foolscap size folder of 21 pages and 40 poems in each booklet
Tullawalla, Poems, By Ivor Steven Tullawalla, A Sign Of The Times Tullawalla, The Waves Say Goodbye Tullawalla, Who’s Left To Row The Boat Tullawalla, Home Is The Air I Breathe Tullawalla, Waiting Time Tullawalla, The Healing House Tullawalla, Beyond The Brick Wall
And, Tullawalla, Leafless Branches
Booklet #5: Home Is The Air I Breathe Booklet #6: Waiting Time
Booklet #7: Tullawalla, The Healing House My “Isolation Time”
Booklet#8: Tullawalla, Beyond The Brick Wall My front door.
And, Booklet #9, Tullawalla, Leafless Branches
Cheers
From Ivor xx
We will all travel, life’s journey
There’s reality in the end, a concluding count down
Finality occurs, not a shadow of doubt
Sooner or later, we have to retire, and work no more
Old tools are laid to rest, gathering dust
There’s a time, when we have to say goodbye
To that special one’s, sad crying eyes
Suddenly life propels us, to pass our friends lives
The people we knew, dwindle to a few
And beyond the lies, earth slowly dies
We the custodians, failed to see overcast skies
Our belief’s shriveled, inside religious sleeves
The jealous and greedy, are yet to eat their last supper
I hope tomorrow’s future, is better than today’s veiled ways
And yesterday’s trials, become the healing castle’s final say
Ivor Steven (c) 2019