Month: July 2018

Home Is The Air I Breathe

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

Candles In The Rain

Saturday was a brilliant day
Last night the rain poured into Sunday
The heavy drops washed lustre away
A cold wind cut through my chest today
I’m reading the news from yesterday
The vulnerable children are still crying
Court deadlines are being ignored
Thousands of innocent hearts still torn
Pierced by government swords
Wielded from behind their closed doors
Hear the multitude’s pleading words
Listen to your conscience
See the children’s pain
Let their candles burn in the rain

A special thanks to Elle, for supplying the above quote by Margaret Mead, and to Sue for her guidance in setting up my “Voice to Text” app’

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

Soul Mates, A Song

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.

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Ivor Steven (c) 2018

Soul Mates And Stormy Seas

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

Where Is Their Tomorrow

I eat, I drink, I sleep

I casually dream of yesterday’s

I Shamefully wonder about tomorrow’s

I’m walking along my sunny street

I’m alive and free as a bird

But I’m anxiously emotional about tomorrow

Will the children wake-up without crying

Will the children see sunlight today

Will the children be with their parents tomorrow

Where are the mindless sleeping

Where are their consciences today

Where are their lies going tomorrow

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

I’m In Pieces After The Crash

In my hand I hold a beam

The smallest of silver screens

Reflecting my hidden dreams

My pocket mirror of silent screams

Shamefully I’m blushing blood red

Deeply scolding myself instead

Selfishly my crash is but a drop in the ocean

Seeing rivers of crushed tears dripping from the children

Children alone, yet to be reunited

Children trashed and yet unsighted

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

Crashed

Do you see my mess

I do confess

I’m computerless

Do you know my address

I’m writing on slate

You’ll have to wait

My pigeon will be late

I’m using my old phone

Working fingers to the bone

Words are like stones

Without a home

Do you know the score

No music any more

I slam my studio door

Leaving pools of notes on the floor

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

Burnt Toast And A Cold Shower

Weekly Prompts. Word Prompt. Advantage

 

When it’s so hard to get out of my warm bed

I force myself to throw the sheets off

And I face another day again

 

When the light doesn’t go on above my head

I replace the globe and flick the switch

And I see Again

 

When my shower hot water turns cold

I patiently wait for the boiler to reheat

And I shall be ready again

 

When the toaster burns my bread

I turn the grey dial down to three

And I restart again

 

When the kettle runs bone dry

I dutifully refill the jug

And enjoy a cuppa’ again

 

When breakfast is done and it’s time to run

I feel the advantage of being alive

And I smile at my world again

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

A Moving Song

It’s my birthday today(67) and I’m giving my gifts to the children, and posting this song for “The Lost Children” suffering in our world

“”The Stolen Child” was released in 1988 on The Waterboy’s album, Fisherman’s Blues. The song includes lyrics by Yeates and a beautiful lilting melody….making for one of my favorites on an album chocked full of classic Waterboys tunes! The lyrics are mystical and strange…it’s lovely the way they string together….how amazing are the images and flow of this poem? Remastered audio! The poem was written in 1886 and is considered to be one of Yeats’s more notable early poems. The poem is based on Irish legend and concerns faeries beguiling a child to come away with them. Yeats had a great interest in Irish mythology about faeries resulting in his publication of Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry in 1888 and Fairy Folk Tales of Ireland in 1892. The places mentioned in the poem are in Leitrim and Sligo where Yeats spent much of his childhood.”               Taken from the information attached to the below video

 

The Waterboys – The Stolen Child, Lyrics

Come away human child to the water
Come away human child to the water and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake
There lies the leafy island
Where flapping herons wake the drowsy water rats
There we’ve hid our faery vats full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries

Come away, human child to the water
Come away, human child to the water and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light
Far off by furthest roses, we foot it all the night
Weaving olden dances, mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight
To and fro we leap, chase the frothy bubbles
While the world is full of troubles and is anxious in it’s sleep

Come away, human child to the water
Come away, human child to the water and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand

Where the wandering water gushes from the hills above Glen-Car
And pools among the rushes that scarce could bathe a star
We seek for slumbering trout and whispering in their ears
We give them unquiet dreams
Leaning softly out from ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams

Away with us he’s going, the solemn eyed
He’ll hear no more the lowing of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob, sing peace into his breast
Or see the brown mice bob around and around the oatmeal chest

For he comes, the human child to the water
He comes, the human child to the water and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
From a world more full of weeping than you can understand

Human child, human child
With a faery, hand in hand
From a world more full of weeping than you can understand
Than you can understand, you can understand

Ivor Steven (c)  2018