Music – Page 172 – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

A Pleasant Sunday

Featured Image: Above: Martin, father of Finn, Niamh and Tia.

Yesterday !! was a PJ’s day, today was another day. Sunday has been an Aussie barbecue, get together day, that I happily, was fortunate to be a part of. Please enjoy the photos, and soak up some of the afternoon’s atmosphere in the video links, oh gee, I hope they work. My friend Terry on the guitar, and Tom on the fiddle(the father of the gorgeous 6 month old baby girl, Eva, who is being fed during the video) and we are celebrating the occasion of Martin’s daughter, Tia, visiting from England, with her son Charlie and partner Jamie. A wonderful gathering of family and friends. I’m so hoping the videos work. ……….. Please let me know, they’re just videos off my phone that I transferred here via Google media, and I had no idea how to transpose them here………

Above & Below: Terry and Tom player a couple of traditional Irish songs.

Below: Terry singing a great Redgum classic song, Diamantina Drover

Photos Below: Top Left, Tom and his daughter Eva, Top Right, Terry and Martin’s daughter Niamh , Bottom, Martin, baby Eva, and that dog Monty licking Ava’s fingers

Lazy Saturday

Lazy Saturday

Do you have these days too

Lethargic and you’re looking askew

I’ve not got out of my PJ’s today

Lazed around all Saturday

Ate more than I should’ve

Morning exercises went on my list of could of’s

My daily walk flew away

Through the unopened front doorway

The courtyard beckoned, empty it would stay

I couldn’t tell you about the weather

You could’ve knocked me over with a feather

The wind stopped me from seeing my weed till

And when rolling stones covered my window-sill

I primed my room with sounds of rock’s

In my bachelors haven full of silk socks

I didn’t feel sad, nor guilty

I’m calm and cosy, within my commonality

There’s More

It’s eleven seventeen

I’m not nineteen

Anymore

Old warriors are bold

I’ll not be told

Anymore

Enjoyed an evening out

I’m not losing face

Anymore

Tired eyes are closing

I’m not going fishing

Anymore

Hands of time have been

I’ll not be unseen

Anymore

My feet are willing to travel

I’m not covered in gravel

There’s more

Downhill Run

A dreamy love poem I wrote in May 2018, which was published by Prolific Pulse Press, in their Anthology Heart Beats, edited by Lisa Tomey.
https://www.amazon.com/Heart-Beats-Anthology-Lisa-Tomey/dp/1736562002

Downhill Run

I was dreaming

Plotting and scheming

Following you skiing

Running the slope, gliding

Twists and twirls

Loops and hoops

Our hearts were racing

Downhill and dancing

Spirals and swirls

Joyous smiles

Swishing faster and faster

Swooping last to first

Silver and gold

Winners and grinners

Your curls unfurl

Ruby hair unfolds

Beauty I behold

Frozen bliss

We kiss

Soul to soul