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
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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.
Booklet #6: Tullawalla, Waiting Time
Cheers
From Ivor xx
Dawn Eyes: A Dual Haiku
Dawn eyes remain shut
Tiredness consuming my head
The birds are quiet
Eyes wide, looking up
I feel the ceiling crush down
Heavy sheets, like lead
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Hello dear readers, the poem below was originally hand written 2 weeks ago, during my stay in Isolation, and It was up on my Isolation Room’s Whiteboard, so I’ve decided to type up the poem, with a few minor changes and present the words again here today.
Your sky above
My sea below, our air in between
A cloudless dream
Floating on a gentle stream
Drifting across flat shiny pebbles
Emitting flat parallel beams
Carrying visions of hope
Hope for future scope
Time, to be wiped clean
Cleansed by soothing rain
Revealing warm sunshine again
Warm sun-rays, instead of dead X-rays
Removing yesterday’s old creams
Finding today’s new dreams
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I’m out of isolation
Home tomorrow afternoon
I’m as weak as a kitten
That’s been chased and bitten
I’m as tired as Leonard after his last song
My recovery shall be slow and long
I’m sure to need lots more rest
And there’s more examinations and tests
Over the next six weeks
But I’ll keep writing and giving cheek
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Relaxing here in solitary
Looking out towards my left
I see the old Geelong Cement silo’s
At the top end of Autumn street
Three kilometres away
As the crow flies
The crow, flies outside my window
Below he hovers, above Autumn street
Ironically the street where we lived
For our entire thirty-eight years together
I’m nostalgic about every year
Reminiscing, and yes, I’m full of tears
Tears of liquid joy
Joy of togetherness, for so many years
And our old crow was always there
Perched in our lemon tree
Every morning the crow would sing tō us
Sing his ancient tunes
His tunes of memories and rhymes
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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