Sunday morning bliss
A memory, a wish
Confirmation, of a promise
A togetherness kiss
My tears do dwell
I was under her spell
There’s no need for show and tell
You know my heart well
There’s a memory lane
Within my sighing veins
Pumping slowly, flowing deep
A river of dreams that never sleep
Visions of a begone life
A joyful husband and wife
The glory days are gone
Happily, I’ve begun to move on
And remember with fondness
Our first, and last kiss
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I’ve been listening to The Waterboys songs lately, their lyrics are meaningful and their music is always dramatic. In this following piece of mine I’ve used 18 of their song Titles as the foundation for my poem. To other Waterboys fans who read this post, I hope my words have done The Waterboys the justice they deserve, by all their glorious songs. For those readers, and me, who are struggling with the italics and too many capital letters, below at the bottom of the post, is an easy reading version.
The combined Trumpets of the world are sounding
Being carried on today’s Lonesome Old Wind
Resonating loudly for The Stolen Child
And Choirs are singing The Faery’s Last Song
Where did their promise go, and there’s no Sweet Thing in sight
Will the children get to view The Whole Of The Moon again
When will they ever cry out, “This Is The Sea”
Searching for their parents, crying “Where Are You Now When I Need You”
Children crawling Down Through The Dark Streets
Cowering under black clouds and Purple Rain
In A Pagan Place, created by governments
Shamefully they have Let It Happen
Our leaders need a wake-up call And A Bang On The Ear
When will they tell us “The Healing Has Begun”
We Will Not Be Lovers anymore, until
They declare to the last refugee girl, “She Is So Beautiful”
Let us hope the children suffer no Red Army Blues
And need not worry about being Too Close To Heaven
A big thank you to my friend Chris Black of, A way with words. for inspiring me to write another one these poems using song titles, the last one I wrote was on December 2nd 2017. https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/12/02/where-have-all-the-good-times-gone-2/
“Down Through The Dark Streets”
The Dark Streets
The combined trumpets of the world are sounding
Being carried on today’s lonesome old wind
Resonating loudly for the stolen child
And Choirs are singing the Faery’s last song
Where did their promise go, and there’s no sweet thing in sight
Will the children get to view the whole of the moon again
When will they ever cry out, “This Is The Sea”
Searching for their parents, crying “Where Are You Now When I Need You”
Children crawling down through the dark streets
Cowering under black clouds and purple rain
In a pagan place, created by governments
Shamefully they have let it happen
Our leaders need a wake-up call and a bang on the ear
When will they tell us “The Healing Has Begun”
We will not be lovers anymore, until
They declare to the last refugee girl, “She Is So Beautiful”
Let us hope the children suffer no red army blues
And need not worry about being too close to heaven
Ivor Steven (c) 2018.
I’ve been listening to The Waterboys songs lately, their lyrics are meaningful and their music is always dramatic. In this following piece of mine I’ve used 18 of their song Titles as the foundation for my poem. To other Waterboys fans who read this post, I hope my words have done The Waterboys the justice they deserve, by all their glorious songs. For those readers, and me, who are struggling with the italics and too many capital letters, below at the bottom of the post, is an easy reading version.
The combined Trumpets of the world are sounding
Being carried on today’s Lonesome Old Wind
Resonating loudly for The Stolen Child
And Choirs are singing The Faery’s Last Song
Where did their promise go, and there’s no Sweet Thing in sight
Will the children get to view The Whole Of The Moon again
When will they ever cry out, “This Is The Sea”
Searching for their parents, crying “Where Are You Now When I Need You”
Children crawling Down Through The Dark Streets
Cowering under black clouds and Purple Rain
In A Pagan Place, created by governments
Shamefully they have Let It Happen
Our leaders need a wake-up call And A Bang On The Ear
When will they tell us “The Healing Has Begun”
We Will Not Be Lovers anymore, until
They declare to the last refugee girl, “She Is So Beautiful”
Let us hope the children suffer no Red Army Blues
And need not worry about being Too Close To Heaven
A big thank you to my friend Chris Black of, A way with words. for inspiring me to write another one these poems using song titles, the last one I wrote was on December 2nd 2017. https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/12/02/where-have-all-the-good-times-gone-2/
“Down Through The Dark Streets”
The big blue sea between us
Is thousands of miles
It’s cruel I know
But you just have to smile
I’d be back for you
If I could just believe
That everything is right and pure
That everything is right and pure
That everything is right and pure
Will you come, Lassie, please?
The Dark Streets
The combined trumpets of the world are sounding
Being carried on today’s lonesome old wind
Resonating loudly for the stolen child
And Choirs are singing the Faery’s last song
Where did their promise go, and there’s no sweet thing in sight
Will the children get to view the whole of the moon again
When will they ever cry out, “This Is The Sea”
Searching for their parents, crying “Where Are You Now When I Need You”
Children crawling down through the dark streets
Cowering under black clouds and purple rain
In a pagan place, created by governments
Shamefully they have let it happen
Our leaders need a wake-up call and a bang on the ear
When will they tell us “The Healing Has Begun”
We will not be lovers anymore, until
They declare to the last refugee girl, “She Is So Beautiful”
Let us hope the children suffer no red army blues
And need not worry about being too close to heaven
Ivor Steven (c) 2018.
I was blinded
By the light
Losing the fight
I was silenced
By the noise
Staying without poise
I was attacked
By the crown
Breaking me down
I was sentenced
By the people
Hiding under their steeple
Hung out to dry
Nailed to a cross
Punished for my loss
Surviving, burnt my courage
I battled to be bold
Returning from the cold
I refound my faith
Recouping what they stole
Purifying my lost soul
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
As the crow flies
I’m only a stone’s throw away
From here to beyond the skies
Out to the universe’s Milky-way
Where my dream never dies
I’ll keep dreaming
Until I burst at the seams
Drowning all doubters
In my custard and cream
Don’t misjudge my usefulness
Worn is not torn
With love and tenderness
Worn can be reborn
Your spear is the size of a harpoon
Plunging into my tethered heart
Take my leftover hand
Die with me
Burn our crosses
We’ll apply to the devil for a restart
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Do you know what I mean
I’m compelled
Not impelled
I’m in a grind
Singularly blind
Do you know what I’ve seen
I’m a slow swimmer
Crawling up river
Mating salmon passing me
Rapids casting me out to sea
Do you know where I’ve been
I’m a lost driver
Unable to deliver
Words unheard, you didn’t read
Wasting another living tree
Do you know what’s the time
I’m now unrequired
Thirsty and tired
Standing on a dry river-bed
Waiting for a dream instead
“I Need You”
When you’re feeling like a lover
Nothing really matters anymore
I saw you standing there in the supermarket
With your red dressing falling and your eyes are to the ground
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters when the one you love is gone
You’re still in me, baby
I need you
In my heart, I need you
Cause nothing really matters
I’m standing in the doorway
You’re walking ’round my place in your red dress, hair hanging down
With your eyes on one, we love the ones we can
Cause nothing really matters when you’re standing, standing
I need you, need you
Cause nothing really matters
We follow the line of the palms of our hands
You’re standing in the supermarket, nothing, holding hands
In your red dress, falling, falling in, falling in
A long black car is waiting ’round
I will miss you when you’re gone
I’ll miss you when you’re gone away forever
Cause nothing really matters
I thought I knew better, so much better
And I need you
I need you
Cause nothing really matters
On the night we wrecked like a train
Purring cars and pouring rain
Never felt right about, never again
Cause nothing really matters
Nothing really matters anymore, not even today
No matter how hard I try
When you’re standing in the aisle, and no, baby
Nothing, nothing, nothing
I need, I need, I need you
I need you
I need you
Just breathe, just breathe
I need you
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I hear the wind whistling in the trees
Rustic sounds of rustling leaves
Swirling down through the branches
Prancing colourful dancers
Faery’s of the forest floor
Mother nature’s spiritual encores
I hear the wind applause for more
Seasonal breezes carrying pollen spores
Germinating ancient lands over the eons
Eden’s garden of blossom and vines
Serving our tables full of apples and wines
I hear the wind whispering memories and rhymes
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
welcome to our home
the house of rustic timber and stone
home is where my heart is now
and now I live here alone
but I’m cosy and comfortable
wearing the same old shoes
talking and walking her every mile
she’s in every covering stone
she’s in the marrow of my bones
we share the air I breathe
inhaling her gracious spirit
capturing her living essence
absorbing her love into my blood
flowing through my pumping veins
cascading upon my open heart
caressing my solitary core
embracing our glorious souls as one
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
The sun is shining, the day is grand, I found our Anniversary band, made of pure silver, here in my hand, I’ll mount it on a stand, like the day she placed the gift in my hand, hand in hand we still stand, our feet sharing the warm sands, yes my memories are grand, so let’s strike up the band.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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