Tag: Poetry/Australia

Well here l am in hospital again. For today’s Weekly Word Prompt, the prompt word is : Fairness – please click to view the Weekly Word Prompt site. And as far as I am concerned, in all fairness, I could not have been treated any better than during my stay here in Geelong hospital.

I’m no stranger to this land

The old hourglass sand

Is drifting past my hand

I’m no stranger to this room

Time has me back here too soon

I’ve not yet been on my trip to the

moon

I’m no stranger to this road

Time has me carrying destiny’s load

I wait here for answers from the time-machine’s secret code

I’m no stranger to this front door

Time has me healing, for my home chores

Here they’re all kind, saying hello and, goodbye Ivor

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

Hi Dear readers, just to let you know, I’m in hospital tonight, I had a bad afternoon, and they advised me to come into hospital. My Cat Scans were good, but keeping me here 2- 3 days under observation. Fortunately I’ll be ok 😊🙄

Resting on my pillow in the backyard willow

Under last year’s girlfriend’s bed-throw

Midnight’s gone, and I cannot sleep

I keep wanting to have a peep

I’m dreaming a vortex of dreams

The boiling kettle’s bursting with steam

I’m throwing out the fungus and cream

Empty coathangers, and the old fur coat beams

Politicians verbal shit in flowing upstream

Truth and lies tear at their trouser seams

Cancerous rhymes attack my open veins

It’s a dark cloudy night outside, who’s there to see the rain

The awakening dawn has no talking moon

And the morning sunshine needs a spoon

Daylight saving has begun too soon

My running shoes have walked out of the bedroom

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

Over mountains, into a distant sky

Blazing hues of African butterflies

Sparkling reflections of our last goodbye

 

Did you see my yesterday rainbow

She’s ruby red, yellow and blue

The heavenly ring, in everyone’s view

 

Above you, a perfect archway

Behind you, a forever shining sun-ray

Around you, a golden halo everyday

 

Feature Image. Bing Images. BBC- News: In Pictures

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

We would all like to achieve our goals

Waiting there in the light, of our journey’s tunnel

Today I’m stepping closer towards my light

I’m taking a long walk to my favourite Cafe

I’ve not been able to walk there for five months

Where did those hungry days go

Stolen by time in the  hospital

Time taken and over-used, resting and recovering

And many hard hours of rehab time, trying to get fit

 

I hope you are all loudly barracking for me

This a testing walk today

The walk will be the farthest I’ve gone during my comeback

I’ve got new rocking shoes on

And here I go !! Yeah. Cheers from the crowd

Phew !! I’m here, I made it !! More Cheers

Now I’ll rest, I’m half way

Enjoy these beautiful country surroundings

 

I’ll have to shoo the magpie off my coffee and cake

While I’m relaxing here, and thinking of what I’ve achieved.

The emergency ambulance wasn’t needed

I don’t have to ring for a taxi home

My shoes and feet are feeling strong and powerful, maybe

Enough recuperating time, off again, the walk back

To walk out of the agistment farm, and homeward bound

Yeah !! Did I hear the supporting crowd, clap and roar !!

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

 

 

I’m having lunch in town

At the quaint, Cafe Go

A picture of my lunch

And the lovely courtyard (attached)

I’m reading a copy of Paul Sunstone’s poem

Which I printed this morning

The poem makes for interesting reading

For my lunch-time break

Here’s the comment I’m sending to Paul

Please Click >>Here. to view his entire poem

 

“Sounds like you are in

Great need of holes

Either, to let the light in

Or the darkness out

What ever way

Do your holes stay”

 

I adored this stanza, imagining, the sharp blade of wit, lovingly poking holes in you, for some gloomy reason, that seemed to activate my warped sense of humour.

“Would you be so kind, my love,
Would you be so tender,
As to poke some holes in me
With the sharp blade of your wit?”

I’ve recently introduced Paul to the music of Manchester Orchestra, and here’s a song of there’s we may all enjoy.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

Her favourite coat, forever hangs in my wardrobe

Unmistakably I feel the coat’s presence

Every-time I open the wardrobe door

I instinctively turn to see her family heirloom

A gift that’s been handed down from her grandmother

However, the gift she wasn’t able to wear when the sickness begun.

Not once, over the next thirty years, of frailty and fears

Time is now a broken clock face

Seven years ago, she did pass

And her favourite coat I keep, my piece of memorabilia

I do know, she’s not going to reappear

For me to gently and warmly cover her tender shoulder

Consciously I’m not sure, why the coat remains

I’ve tried to give the coat away

To a homely charity, and even a local actor’s group

Fortuitously her coat has not been accepted

Here in the wardrobe, the glorious old coat stays

Along with the other trinkets of her forever spirit

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019