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Tribal

Tribal; A Haiku

I’m a proud member

A player in the world team

Now I’ve left the tribe

Hail And Rain

With a huff and puff

They blew my house down

Down to the ground

I’ll have to rebuild

Begin from the foundations

Restart back up

Spread the pebbles and sand

Friends will give me a hand

Pick-up the broken sticks

Nail them back together

Then they’ll be mortar and bricks

The reconstruction will be long and hard

My new home will be solid as a rock

But she’ll never be the same

Through all this hail and rain

Sleeplessness

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

Frustrating And Difficult

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

Send Me Violets

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

Odds And Ends, Spots And Blots

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

My Sunday Quotes

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

True Believers

Beyond Imagination

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

Hello dear readers, friends, family and followers. Sorry I’ve not been around to all my fellow bloggers on WP, with my usual diligence and zest. As most of you might know, I had a 6 week stay in hospital, resting and recovering. However I’ve been keeping myself busy, in between nanna-naps, preparing my new booklet of poems. I’ve just finished the manuscript (Phew and yeah !!), and this one is called, “Tullawalla: “Waiting Time”, and of course along with the other 5 booklets, all money’s that I collect from the sale of these booklets goes to the Geelong MS Charity Shop. The list of my 6 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

And, Tullawalla, Waiting Time

And I’m happy to say that I’ve now learnt how to print on both sides of the pages, thus halving my mailing costs for anyone interested in purchasing, for the price of postage and plus a donation for the MS shop. I have a PayPal account, to make payments easier.