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
A poem of power, Ivor.
Since you like the Cohen,
may I quote some Dylan?;
God knows that when you see it,
God knows you’ve got to weep,
God knows the secrets of your heart,
He’ll tell them to you when you’re asleep.
God knows there’s a river,
God knows how to make it flow,
God knows you ain’t gonna be taking
Nothing with you when you go.
God knows there’s a purpose,
God knows there’s a chance,
God knows you can rise above the darkest hour
Of any circumstance.
God knows there’s a heaven,
God knows it’s out of sight,
God knows we can get all the way from here to there
Even if we’ve got to walk a million miles by candlelight.
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Thank you David, beautiful, I shall store these words in my Poems Files, I’ll send you a song in appreciation.
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The desire of ages,
seen by the light
of a heart that rages.
~ David R.
Looking 4ward 2 that song, Ivor.
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Oh, I like this ☺️
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Love this, Ivor dearest.
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This is what happens to me on stormy nights.
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stormy nights + wine + Ivor = beautiful poetry
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I like your equation, I’ll pass that one **
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bahahahaha thanks!
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He has such a gravelly voice, it gets right into the bones 🙂 I think you got the storm that passed through here earlier.
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Yep, I can’t stop listening to him.
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I think rain or shine, your writing is full of beautiful heartfelt words. But I did think that this one was one of your best, so perhaps a good storm is what helps trigger your most creative side. I know nature always seems to do that for me. 😉
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Oh I suppose that’s the nature of things.
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😉
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Very powerful, Ivor
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Yes I had the power in me last night.
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Stormy nights serve you well Ivor. This is one of my favorites!
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Haha, the stormy night or the poem xx Thanks Colleen, and I actually took the photo 7.30 this morning, and got the vibes going, which really help me finish off a few pieces I was struggling with in the poem..
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Both! I know this feeling. I often have to put a writing ‘up’ until something strikes me as the thing of it that is missing.
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Being fresh in the mornings is my best time to write.
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I like late in the evening and first thing in the morning. I love writing when it’s raining. Snowing. I think ‘mood’ settings I enjoy most.
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And I’ve always got my music 🎶 playing while I’m writing 🙄
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I have music playing when I doodle but I usually like silence when I write. Or sounds of nature if I’m lucky enough to be outside.
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I love your words and doodles
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❤ Thank you Ivor. Sometimes I need to hear that. 🙂
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This poem is so vivid!
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Yes it was quite a vivid dream, not that ever climbed one of those towers. 😊 Thank you ❤️
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There was a raging storm last night
Which urged The Poet Down Under write
With Leonard Cohen playing in his head
He penned some words together which must be read
Followed by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Of his poetic lines we all take heed.
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😊 I enjoyed reading your comment Chris, thanks mate 😉
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Thank goodness for stormy nights Ivor. It sent forth your lovely words and beautiful music!
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The wind nearly blew the roof off, but must’ve refreshed my grey-matter 🤔
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Potent and powerful stuff! The demons howling in your head just need a drink. They especially love Russian Vodka.
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Ok, I’ll have to get some in, … and how are you going Rose xx
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Haha! I have the week off from work, so I’ve got my Vodka in tow. A toast to you, Ivor! I’ll be back to read more of your fine work after I get some coffee 😀
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Fantabulous poem! I love this Leonard Cohen song. I shall share a true story with you that involves your mentor. I have been a lifelong insomniac and it was actually quite beneficial as a night nurse. I’ve always slept less than deemed healthy and wake frequently when I do sleep. This has not abated in retirement. When I wake up, I pick up a book and read until sleep returns or stay up reading all night. I have always been a voracious reader. The insomnia and reading are quite compatible. Several years ago, I was given the Stephen King novel “Insomnia” and the gifter wrote on the inside cover these words : “The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.” – Leonard Cohen. Thank-you!
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Oh Ellen I knew those lines, I read them in one my many books that I have of his. 😊 Now I’ll have to see which one xx
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I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep well.
But I’m glad you got a poem out of it. Good think you wrote it down. Such vivid word-pictures and deep emotions!
Oh, I love Mr. Cohen and his songs!
HUGS!!! 🙂
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Yes it was a vivid dream, and Mr Cohen’s songs and words are with me forever
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What a powerful poem Ivor, lovely… 😊
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So honest! I wonder how many of us have been there in our lives,allowing ourselves those few moments of pain and to consider how life might be without us here. I can identify with this, Ivor. As sad and revealing as it is, it’s excellent… ❤
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Thank you ❤️ Calen, I suppose we all have a desire to know our fate 🤔
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