Three decades I cared for her
My loving wife
Tending to her sorrowful erosions
We sailed many stormy Seas together
Crashing waves upon crushing waves
She was battered
I was torn
Miraculously we survived
Our wounded hearts grew closer
I admired her courage and grace
I worshipped her unabated love
Then her finality occurred
Our souls have never parted
Entwined, the same as when we started
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Do you see above the horizon
A bright white winter moon
Silhouetted against the afternoon sky
Do you see my vision
A dark blue dusk, like a cloudless spoon
Cupping my angels ivory chalice ahigh
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
There was a raging storm last night, I struggled to sleep, I was in and out of my dreams, and during my semi-conscious times, I jotted down these lines.
I remember the day
Like it was yesterday
A cold morning, ten o’clock
I, a shadow in the paddock
Standing beside a giant pylon
I looked up to heaven
Straight up the tower
The tower of power
Crosses of galvanized iron
Shiny under the winter sun
Wind whistling through its huge steel web
Howling like hades walking dead
And demons screaming in my head
My spirit begun climbing the spire
Clambering higher and higher
Up the pyramid of life’s wires
Desperate, I grasp at my ultimate desire
A visionary mission before I die
To embrace a piece of my angels sky
To the amazing Leonard Cohen, I thank you for being the inspiration behind my writings, over and over your words and songs have soothed the depths of my soul, and again you’ve caressed my heart during my times of sorrow, bless you, up there in your tower of song.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
FIFTY YEARS AGO — WE SANG THIS SONG
“I See The Universe In A Blade Of Grass” **
I’m exhausted
And wearing paper-thin
I’ve been crying too often
My salty tears
Have dried my skin
Cracked the corners of my eyes
And etched my chin
My retina’s are burning
X-rays through hedges
My troubled bridge is worn
I cannot see the dawn
I sit alone and stare
At this daily glare
From the children over there
Innocent eyes looking sad and bare
Desperate for care
Gasping for free air
** These words are taken from a line in Sean Rowe’s song, The Lonely Maze, 2012.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Dear friends
Last night I went out
Enjoyed myself
Good company and plenty of fun
There were some children there
I saw the children laughing
At the foolish antics
Of us silly adults
I arrived back home
After midnight
Then I read in bed
Some of my blog comments
Responses to my recent poems
About “We can help the children”
I was deeply touched
I started crying
Emotions tore at my heartstrings
Tears flooded my soul
Your replies were sincere
And compassionately moving
Dear friends
I thank you
One and all
May our solidarity
“Help the children”
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
This is my 13th writing of “Tit Bits”, and coincidently today is Friday 13th. I’m not sure whether this means good luck or bad luck for my post today ??
Our pain is like rain
The pain comes and goes
Heavy and light
He’s got us trumped
There’s more poison
In his venom
The facts are there, for all to see
But all the blind eyes are covered in cotton wool
Their ears are buried in the sand
And toes paddling in their own bullshit quagmire
Now is the time to help
Doing the little things that count
Little step after little step
And in time they become one big stride
I hope these tears of mine
Become the glassy mirrors
Of hope
For the frightened children
They need our love
Love is a life-line
Love feeds a soul
Love revives a heart
Love is the meaning of life
Life is love
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Weekly Word Prompt: Subliminal click to view all the responses to this weeks word prompts
For the weekly word prompt “Subliminal” I’m reposting this old poem of mine “A Single Atom”, which I originally created from a very mixed up and vague dream I had when I was experiencing a lot of guilt complexes about a new relationship I was having at the time, only a year after my wifes passing. My subconscious was subtly injecting doubts into my mind during my sleep !!
A Single Atom
I see a shooting star, traverse the full-moon
Like a jungle bushfire, raging out of sight
I feel the heat of midday, smothering the night
Like a warm body, inside her tomb
I see the dawn, without the golden sun
Like a Lyrebird, singing all out of tune
I hear the morning rain, without a cloud in the sky
Like yesterdays floods, leaving her high and dry
I see a sandy beach, awash by a tidal wave
Like a burning desert, water is her grave
I fill lonely sheets, with empty dreams
Like a dark chasms’ irrelevant beams
I see a summer leaf, wilted by a frosty Autumn
Like an unwatered orchid, opening to an old anthem
I feel like a splintered heart, inside a single atom
Like a snakes dead skin, her rejected emblem
Ivor Steven. (c) 2018
I hide behind a mask
You’ll hear me ask
At the local veil sales
Lurking in the back pews
Sneaking a view
From under a curtain of blue
Indigo-blue, below a loyal sky
Protecting alien spy eyes
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
From before the start
You ripped out my heart
And splintered my bones
With your sharpest stones
You laugh and mock
I’m pieces of crushed rock
Waiting at every station
You left me in slow motion
With beach-sand in my pocket
I’m holding an empty locket
Cast adrift in the ocean
I’m free of your grindstone potion
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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Weekly Prompts Photo Challenge
Squares And Rounds
Do you see what I see
There’s a kennel on the shed
‘Twas a little dogs favourite bed
Do you see what I see
There’s a five foot hole in the ground
Plumbing pipes all around
Do you see what I see
There are stormwater pipes under the house
An old plumbers been a dirty mouse
Do you see what I see
There are downpipe boxes and bends
A craftsman joined the ends
Shapes are up
shapes are down
Squares and rounds
The plumber’s had a busy week
The poet’s feeling tired and meek
Far too sore to even speak
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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