The day is rainy this morning
Christmas week, Geelong, Australia
Is usually dry and hot
But this year it’s not
Greg’s birthday today
I wonder what happened to yesterday
I’m sitting here at my hospital window
Overlooking old Ryrie Street
And the ancient flowering gum-tree
I’m watching the world travel bye
Or is the world watching me
And saying goodbye
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The tree outside is silently waving
In the land of endless wind
I’m feeling this dry endless wind
And all the endless possibilities
Waving over this endless land
A land where my lost spirit bird
Gently waves to me
Waves with a broken wing
My lonely spirit bird
Quietly waves my land goodbye
It makes me wonder
Where do I go to now
My head is humming
The world is full of
I don’t know’s
Home is beyond the boundary
The boundary of tomorrow
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
In between meals
I’m nibbling on my nuts
They’re handy
And easy to find
But I’ve nearly eaten
All my unsalted nuts
Shaved, skinned and plain
Roasted dry
Warm and crunchy
They’ll fill that empty hole
A stomach, now full of my nuts
I’m sure my nuts are good for me
Good for my innards
Good to take-up my time
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
A castle for the healing
And the dying
There’s a blank view from behind
From behind the sign
Empty and grey
Metallic and no sky
What does the hidden sign say
The sign says to pray
In reality the hoarding is here to stay
For a real emergency everyday
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Hello dear readers and followers, as part of my Eighteenth Month, blogging celebrations, I’d like to sincerely thank you all who participated in my Tullawalla program to raise money for MS Society of Geelong, all donations have been gratifully received, and of course I’m open for more donations anytime. Merry Christmas and a happy New Year.
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’ve 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.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Hello dear readers, well I’m celebrating my eighteen month anniversary of blogging, with another post originally from June 7th 2017, and I’ve rehashed the poem slightly.
Tears of liquid joy
Like rivers of fear
The memories so clear
And a toast to cheer
Tears of liquid joy
Like waves from the heart
Two great oceans apart
And wishing for another restart
Tears of liquid joy
Like dredged canals of the soul
Leaking from the broken porthole
And needing a free parole
Tears of liquid joy
Like a flowing molten lava
Passing a secret convoy
And singing like the last choirboy
Crying liquid joy
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The tree is murky green
Beyond it’s cloudy grey
Like the heaven’s are caving in
Collapsing from below
From the devil’s chasm to the distant horizon
To the horizon I cannot see
I cannot see tomorrow’s colours
Nor the colours of today’s sky
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I’ve seen the universe, through to the stars beyond
There’s a deep darkness, she’s gone, she’s gone
I saw her smile, crack from the pain
There was a sorrow, she caught it tomorrow
I’ve seen the moon, through the burning sun
Where’s that planet, she’s walking on
I saw her eyes, crying tears of sand
Where’s that beach, she’s lying on
I’ve seen the ocean, through the broken coral
Where’s that ship, she’s sailing on
I saw her body, serene and frail
Where the ashes, she’s covered in
I’ve seen the earth open up, swallowing the multitude whole.
Where’s that chasm, she’s falling through.
I saw her gentle soul, disappear out of sight.
Where’s that secret heaven, she’s flying to
I’ve seen the land, go through violent storms
Where’s the winds of time, she’s spread upon
I saw her heart, her love, for all of you, and I
Where’s that dream, she’s left us to find
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
With a huff and puff
They blew my house down
Down to the ground
I’ll have to rebuild
Begin from the foundations
Restart back up
Spread the pebbles and sand
Friends will give me a hand
Pick-up the broken sticks
Nail them back together
Then they’ll be mortar and bricks
The reconstruction will be long and hard
My new home will be solid as a rock
But she’ll never be the same
Through all this hail and rain
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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
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