Poetry/Australia – Page 174 – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

The Golden Beach

I’d like to thank Gina, of Singledust, and her glorious poem, ‘last pure light’, on “Go Dog Go Cafe”, for inspiring me to write my poem, ‘The Golden Beach’, please click >> Here, to read her wonderful words. Also referring to this weeks, Weekly Photo Prompt: Tradition, yes it’s an Australian tradition to spend Christmas at the beach

Staring over the ripples in my cuppa tea

Gazing at the future forecast by the tea leaf’s

I’m visualising waves upon the morning sea

And the sensation of the sand beneath my feet

Oh to walk on the golden beach again

Inhale the fragrance of the wind caressing my skin

And to swim in the rejuvenating ocean

Feel the surf’s spray on my body, like warm rain

The tentacles of fresh air draw you in securely

An aura of purity and peace abounds richly

There’s a crispness from the sun that warms your heart

And a cleansing depth within the surrounds that soothes your soul

Sleepless Thoughts

My sleepless thoughts are being unkind

I’ve repetitive words on my mind

My memories of the past

Are becoming faded

My empty hands were once full

Of memories and rhymes

My imagination for the future

Is becoming jaded

My fixated hands are now full

Of old expectations and unused time

Maybe these words will clear my mind

Help me think about what I may find

A Silent Visitor

You’re a friend, you don’t have to phone me

You’re a friend, you don’t have to visit me

You’re a friend, no need to enlist me

You’re a friend, you’ll be the last one I’ll see

Your honesty is an eternal friend to me

Your finality will be a truthful friend to me

No need for your secret messages

No need for your silent thoughts

All I need, is to share the sun

All I need, is to share the rain

Share the moon, and the universe’s pond

Share the spoon that feeds my star beyond

How To Climb

This morn, I broke my favourite bowl

We can buy another one

You say lightheartedly

But can we buy another me

I was as clumsy as can be

Awkward to the ninth degree

Oh, to sit down with a cuppa’ tea

Then I stumbling, spilt the milk

All across the kitchen bench

We can easily clean the stench

You say lightheartedly

But can we get another me

Will I continue to fall out of every tree

Will I always miss where I pee

How am I to swim the pacific sea

How am I to climb the stars with thee

Tullawalla: Published Poems

Hello dear readers, Happy Christmas and Merry New Year. I’ve just finished typing up a collection of my published poems, which I’ve done for Christmas gifts for my family and friends, there seems to have been 23 of them. It was a lot of poems to present here in one folder, but really not a great amount to have published, probably represents my laziness and aversion to print up my poems for submissions. Maybe after I recover from my illness and stroke, I will make more of an effort this new year, to submit poems for publication. Have a glorious festive season everyone, and please enjoy the music.

Surviving On Love

There’s a word called surviving

I know that is me

You cannot survive without help

I know that is me

Support from family and friends

I know that is me

There’s a word called love

I know it seeps out of me

You cannot survive without love

I know it seeps out of me

Love comes from everyone I know

I know it seeps out of me

Just Around The Corner

Thank you to Sue W of Nan’s Farm, << click here, she supplied the title and gave me the inspiration, to write this introverted poem of mine

I’m sorry for smouldering

Smouldering my ashes on your blue sky

I’m on a different kind of angle

Slightly leaning to the right

I used to always turn to the left

That’s when I knew the difference

Between right and wrong

Now, I’m just around the corner

Living on broken cobblestones

And old torn bed-sheets

I’m feeling incompetent in my sleep

Life-long dreams are incomplete

My time here is unwell and unfinished

Unfinished are my words for the future

They’re unwritten from far and near

And this ancient boat needs a good rudder

To steer me through these rough seas

The Edge

Today I’ve written a quote, and then at the same time, I’ve converted the quote, into a Haiku. I’ll give you the quote first, then the Haiku

Quote: The Edge

“Life, is living on the edge

There’s no bottom nor top

Moving sideways is enough” – Ivor Steven

Haiku: The Edge

Living on the edge

Moving sideways is enough

No bottom nor top

Time Travelers

It’s that time of the year, a Christmas message from Ivor. And above a picture of my family’s get together, for Danny’s 70th birthday. Only us siblings these days, from the left, Tum(Lawrie’s wife), Ivor, Danny, Lawrie(Standing), Miffy, and Miffy’s John took the picture.

Time Travelers

Zap, a gigantic lightening bolt precedes a mystical power surge

Traversing the cobalt skies, like horizontally sleek outriggers

Vividly scoring chords, to hang our every word on

Like musical lines, writing out, our lost dreams and regrets

Sound-waves echoing, poles apart, going north, south, east and west

Conducting iridescent lights over our purple and orange sunset

Vibrating quasars, pulsating from deeply inside, outer-space

Focusing towards the huge magnetic Receiving Dish, signalling “An Arrival”

Recording a celestial traveler, singing with an angel’s voice

Resonating sweetly, like Handel’s, Messiah Hallelujah Chorus

Translated into our universal language of symphonic sound

Digitally televised for the world’s population to simultaneously view

The Super-Sonic Cosmic message to be heard loud and clear

“We’ve returned to your degraded planet earth”

“To again, bestow upon you, Peace And Goodwill”

“Like we’ve done before, Eons of Millenniums ago”

Ivor Steven (c)

For All Of You

Finally, I’m going home late this afternoon. They seem to think my aorta might be the source of my problem, I’ve a bit of thickening there and a couple of small ulcers there. Treatment is more blood thinners at the moment, and I’ve another MRI next Thursday 27th December, and follow up appointments here on the Neuroscience department. Yeah !!

For All Of You

For her, for all of you

Take this heart of mine

This is all I have to give

Take my love

That’s all there is !!

Love for her, and all of you

Ivor Steven (c)