Yep a photo of my little laundry, untouched, on this sunny Sunday morning, and below, if I had done the washing, is a photo of my clothes line under my Verandah, my laundry day didn’t happen. My Saturday night’s over indulgence has developed into a Sunday morning hangover, and my dirty washing will be still there again on Monday !! Monday often becomes my laundry day……… and also below, a few words I wrote this morning instead of doing the washing, yes, definitely a lot more fun, and far more comforting for this self-inflicted headache of mine…….
I’ve been listening to The Waterboys songs lately, their lyrics are meaningful and their music is always dramatic. In this following piece of mine I’ve used 18 of their song Titles as the foundation for my poem. To other Waterboys fans who read this post, I hope my words have done The Waterboys the justice they deserve, by all their glorious songs. For those readers, and me, who are struggling with the italics and too many capital letters, below at the bottom of the post, is an easy reading version.
The combined Trumpets of the world are sounding
Being carried on today’s Lonesome Old Wind
Resonating loudly for The Stolen Child
And Choirs are singing The Faery’s Last Song
Where did their promise go, and there’s no Sweet Thing in sight
Will the children get to view The Whole Of The Moon again
When will they ever cry out, “This Is The Sea”
Searching for their parents, crying “Where Are You Now When I Need You”
Children crawling Down Through The Dark Streets
Cowering under black clouds and Purple Rain
In A Pagan Place, created by governments
Shamefully they have Let It Happen
Our leaders need a wake-up call And A Bang On The Ear
When will they tell us “The Healing Has Begun”
We Will Not Be Lovers anymore, until
They declare to the last refugee girl, “She Is So Beautiful”
Let us hope the children suffer no Red Army Blues
And need not worry about being Too Close To Heaven
A big thank you to my friend Chris Black of, A way with words. for inspiring me to write another one these poems using song titles, the last one I wrote was on December 2nd 2017. https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/12/02/where-have-all-the-good-times-gone-2/
The Waterboys Lyrics
“Down Through The Dark Streets”
Down by old house
Over the bridge
Down through the dark streets
Where we used to live
Out by the cornfield
And the sycamore trees
Down to the water
Will you come, Lassie please?Snow in the town square
December afternoon
Christmas lights
A crescent moon
A boy selling chestnuts
Roasted and brown
Dropping black cinders
That hiss on the ground
You and I stand like strangers
In our Hokusai clothes
Like we come from some strange country
That nobody else knows
And to go where the wind blows
Are just the words of thieves
So will you come with me, Lassie
Will you come Lassie, please?There’s a place there by the river
I never showed you before
But when I’m far away
That’s where I go
Outside it’s lamplight
High time we leave
Winter-a-borning
Will you come Lassie, please?The big blue sea between us
Is thousands of miles
It’s cruel I know
But you just have to smile
I’d be back for you
If I could just believe
That everything is right and pure
That everything is right and pure
That everything is right and pure
Will you come, Lassie, please?
The Dark Streets
The combined trumpetsof the world are sounding
Being carried on today’s lonesome old wind
Resonating loudly for the stolen child
And Choirs are singing the Faery’s last song
Where did their promise go, and there’s no sweet thingin sight
Will the children get to view the whole of the moonagain
When will they ever cry out, “This Is The Sea”
Searching for their parents, crying “Where Are You Now When I Need You”
Children crawling down through the dark streets
Cowering under black clouds and purple rain
In a pagan place,created by governments
Shamefully they have let it happen
Our leaders need a wake-up call and a bang on the ear
When will they tell us “The Healing Has Begun”
We will not be loversanymore, until
They declare to the last refugee girl, “She Is So Beautiful”
Let us hope the children suffer no red army blues
And need not worry about being too close to heaven
I’ve been listening to The Waterboys songs lately, their lyrics are meaningful and their music is always dramatic. In this following piece of mine I’ve used 18 of their song Titles as the foundation for my poem. To other Waterboys fans who read this post, I hope my words have done The Waterboys the justice they deserve, by all their glorious songs. For those readers, and me, who are struggling with the italics and too many capital letters, below at the bottom of the post, is an easy reading version.
The combined Trumpets of the world are sounding
Being carried on today’s Lonesome Old Wind
Resonating loudly for The Stolen Child
And Choirs are singing The Faery’s Last Song
Where did their promise go, and there’s no Sweet Thing in sight
Will the children get to view The Whole Of The Moon again
When will they ever cry out, “This Is The Sea”
Searching for their parents, crying “Where Are You Now When I Need You”
Children crawling Down Through The Dark Streets
Cowering under black clouds and Purple Rain
In A Pagan Place, created by governments
Shamefully they have Let It Happen
Our leaders need a wake-up call And A Bang On The Ear
When will they tell us “The Healing Has Begun”
We Will Not Be Lovers anymore, until
They declare to the last refugee girl, “She Is So Beautiful”
Let us hope the children suffer no Red Army Blues
And need not worry about being Too Close To Heaven
A big thank you to my friend Chris Black of, A way with words. for inspiring me to write another one these poems using song titles, the last one I wrote was on December 2nd 2017. https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/12/02/where-have-all-the-good-times-gone-2/
The Waterboys Lyrics
“Down Through The Dark Streets”
Down by old house
Over the bridge
Down through the dark streets
Where we used to live
Out by the cornfield
And the sycamore trees
Down to the water
Will you come, Lassie please?Snow in the town square
December afternoon
Christmas lights
A crescent moon
A boy selling chestnuts
Roasted and brown
Dropping black cinders
That hiss on the ground
You and I stand like strangers
In our Hokusai clothes
Like we come from some strange country
That nobody else knows
And to go where the wind blows
Are just the words of thieves
So will you come with me, Lassie
Will you come Lassie, please?There’s a place there by the river
I never showed you before
But when I’m far away
That’s where I go
Outside it’s lamplight
High time we leave
Winter-a-borning
Will you come Lassie, please?
The big blue sea between us
Is thousands of miles
It’s cruel I know
But you just have to smile
I’d be back for you
If I could just believe
That everything is right and pure
That everything is right and pure
That everything is right and pure
Will you come, Lassie, please?
The Dark Streets
The combined trumpetsof the world are sounding
Being carried on today’s lonesome old wind
Resonating loudly for the stolen child
And Choirs are singing the Faery’s last song
Where did their promise go, and there’s no sweet thingin sight
Will the children get to view the whole of the moonagain
When will they ever cry out, “This Is The Sea”
Searching for their parents, crying “Where Are You Now When I Need You”
Children crawling down through the dark streets
Cowering under black clouds and purple rain
In a pagan place,created by governments
Shamefully they have let it happen
Our leaders need a wake-up call and a bang on the ear
When will they tell us “The Healing Has Begun”
We will not be loversanymore, until
They declare to the last refugee girl, “She Is So Beautiful”
Let us hope the children suffer no red army blues
And need not worry about being too close to heaven
I’m sitting at home this morning listening to the music of Xavier Rudd, and I’ll post two of songs with the lyrics below. Enjoy his words and his music, he’s an outstanding artist from my local area here, Geelong. Oh, yes, dear readers, the Plumber is going to work soon.
Xavier Rudd Lyrics
“Home”
Streets full of people
With trinkets to share
Offering them up for folks in despair
Yandi and crystals and oils for growth
Of spirit and body and mind as we go
Emphasis placed on the body and mind
The heart os often somewhere behind
Strange
Tiny little bones of the innocent child
Lookin’ up at me with the saddest of eyes
Is her innocence in tact?
Or has it been stained?
Has the creature that feeds her taken it away
Strange
So sad it’s strange
I recognize my health
Things I have been dealt
Places that I have roamed
Feelings I’ve had
Things that I know
Home, my home
Home, my home
Home, I’m home
Running through the bush
And all of the trees
Moving in time with my capable speed
Skippy ants claw
At the edge of the bowl
Of the shell of an egg
Of bird long since gone
Maybe it rose up
To spread it’s new wings
Or maybe it nourished
A stronger sibling
Strange
Places we roam
And people we meet
Some connections are strong
And some of them are weak
1 or 2 or 3 or 4
Or maybe 5 or 6 or more
Strong as the roots
Of a big old gum tree
And we’ll carry them through
To the next life we see
Strange
So beautifully strange
Recognize my health
Things that i have been dealt
Places that i have roamed
Feelings i’ve had
Things that i know
Imagine every whale was free to roam
Imagine if the trees could tell us where to go
Imagine that the sun could fill each lonely heart
Imagine confrontation never got a start
Imagine things were always crystal clear
Imagine if the mind never interfered
Imagine we could fly with broken wings
Imagine if the heart could shed its skin
Please patience please, patience please
I’m creating a dream
Please patience please, patience please
I’m creating a dream
Imagine sacred sites were left to be
Imagine if true activists controlled TV
Imagine Captain Watson had the final say
Imagine if industry just had to obey
Please patience please, patience please
I’m creating a dream
Please patience please, patience please
I’m creating a dream
Please patience please, patience please
I’m creating a dream
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And there’s no Xavier Rudd music without listening to his magnificent classic “Spirit Bird”
welcome to our home
the house of rustic timber and stone
home is where my heart is now
and now I live here alone
but I’m cosy and comfortable
wearing the same old shoes
talking and walking her every mile
she’s in every covering stone
she’s in the marrow of my bones
we share the air I breathe
inhaling her gracious spirit
capturing her living essence
absorbing her love into my blood
flowing through my pumping veins
cascading upon my open heart
caressing my solitary core
embracing our glorious souls as one
The sun is shining, the day is grand, I found our Anniversary band, made of pure silver, here in my hand, I’ll mount it on a stand, like the day she placed the gift in my hand, hand in hand we still stand, our feet sharing the warm sands, yes my memories are grand, so let’s strike up the band.
There was a raging storm last night, I struggled to sleep, I was in and out of my dreams, and during my semi-conscious times, I jotted down these lines.
I remember the day
Like it was yesterday
A cold morning, ten o’clock
I, a shadow in the paddock
Standing beside a giant pylon
I looked up to heaven
Straight up the tower
The tower of power
Crosses of galvanized iron
Shiny under the winter sun
Wind whistling through its huge steel web
Howling like hades walking dead
And demons screaming in my head
My spirit begun climbing the spire
Clambering higher and higher
Up the pyramid of life’s wires
Desperate, I grasp at my ultimate desire
A visionary mission before I die
To embrace a piece of my angels sky
To the amazing Leonard Cohen, I thank you for being the inspiration behind my writings, over and over your words and songs have soothed the depths of my soul, and again you’ve caressed my heart during my times of sorrow, bless you, up there in your tower of song.
Many thanks to Beckie of, Beckie’s Mental Mess , for selecting me to join in her wonderful game called, ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!” . please make a point in checking her site out. It’s full of so many interesting stories, and she’s always lots of fun.
Rules:
Thank the Selector
Post 2 Quotes for the dedicated Topic Of The Day.
Select 3 Bloggers to take part in the ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’
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“Real true love is beautiful, with kindness, compassion and consideration being the foundation of every real true love” — Ivor Steven
” Every little bit we do helps, little steps, after little steps, and in time all the little steps produce one big stride towards achieving our goals” — Ivor Steven
“Whatever you create artistically, is the positive result of your thoughts becoming reality” — Ivor Steven
“Music feeds our senses and soothes our souls” — Ivor Steven
My 3 Bloggers For Today Are:
1. Trini Lind – Paths Of The Spirit
2. Linda — Spiritual Dragonfly
3. Laleh —A Voice from Iran
And I’ll end on a positive note with a glorious song by Australian singer/songwriter Alex Lloyd and his classic song, Amazing.
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 