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Eating Chocolates And Watching Wars

Let us join the movement, Against The Next War, and have your say. Please reblog or write your own story, and join Paul Sunstone, in the campaign for Peace.  << click here. I’m re-posting today, and attaching this important song “Spirit Bird”, by Xavier Rudd, and his lyrics are a pure statement from the heart, please read along with the music, and cry with me, for our spirits and our land.

“Leaving us

Stunned

Hollow ashamed”

My poem:

Eating Chocolates And Watching Wars

 

Hungrily I’m eating a liquor chocolate

A selfish heavenly delight

Arousing my old minds senses

I wonder

What she would be thinking

Looking down from the stars

Through her sensitive olive eyes

Her everlasting smile

Her gracious courage

Her generous heart

Her forgiving soul

Her love for me and you

I wonder

What she would be thinking

Seeing these futile bloody wars

Through her compassionate olive eyes

The dead and maimed

The millions of shuffling homeless

The distraught broken families

The crying children locked in sheds

The desperate refugees with no beds

I wonder

What she would be thinking

While she preciously holds the last white dove

Observing these senseless wars

That never never end

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

3 Day Lyric Quiz – Day 3 –

Singledust Living on the equator but longing for snow

Has nominated me for a 3 Day Lyric Quiz

Thank you Gina.

A three-day lyrical challenge

The Rules:

1 .Thank the person who nominated you. – Thank you Again, Gina
2 .Share one of your favourite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
3 .Nominate three other bloggers each day. (or one, one is probably enough)

Day 2, I’m nominating, Jane

Day 3 of my “Three-day Lyrical Challenge”, and for all of my readers that know me well, it was always going to be about Leonard Cohen, whom I unashamedly admit has been the biggest influence on my life. He has been with me since I was a teenager, his music, poetry, books and philosophies, have been my constant companion throughout all of the undulations during my life’s journey. For me to choose one special song is a difficult task, but I shall pick an older tune, that I played often during my days/months/years recovering from a stroke, at a time, I could barely read or write properly. Life was tough, and there were moments of “Do I want to go on”, and Leonard was there in my darkest hours, my saviour. Now to that all important song, “Sisters Of Mercy”, and when you read the lyrics, you might understand the significance of the song, during my time of both physical and mental healing. I’ve also added a footnote with some further information …

Sisters Of Mercy, Lyrics

O the sisters of mercy they are not
Departed or gone,
They were waiting for me when I thought
That I just can’t go on,
And they brought me their comfort
And later they brought me this song.
O I hope you run into them
You who’ve been traveling so long.Yes, you who must leave everything
That you cannot control;
It begins with your family,
But soon it comes round to your soul.
Well, I’ve been where you’re hanging
I think I can see how you’re pinned.
When you’re not feeling holy,
Your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.

Well they lay down beside me
I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes
And I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf
That the seasons tear off and condemn
They will bind you with love
That is graceful and green as a stem.

When I left they were sleeping,
I hope you run into them soon.
Don’t turn on the light
You can read their address by the moon;
And you won’t make me jealous
If I hear that they sweeten your night
We weren’t lovers like that
And besides it would still be all right
We weren’t lovers like that
And besides it would still be all right.

Songwriters: LEONARD COHEN

Sisters Of Mercy lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Footnote.

“It is a mysterious process, it involves perseverance and perspiration and sometimes, by some grace, something stands out and invites you to elaborate or animate it. These are sacred mechanics and you have to be careful analysing them as you would never write a line again. If you looked too deeply into the process you’d end up in a state of paralysis.” –Leonard Cohen, about the process of writing.

Though Cohen would produce dark, funereal imagery at will, all his work is undercut with a wry and playful sense of humour.

Eating Chocolates And Watching Wars

Let us join the movement, Against The Next War, and have your say. Please reblog or write your own story, and join Paul Sunstone, in the campaign for Peace.  << click here. I’m reposting today, with this song “Spirit Bird”, by Xavier Rudd, and his lyrics are a pure statement from the heart, please read along with music, and cry with me, for our spirits and our land.

“Leaving us

Stunned

Hollow ashamed”

Hungrily I’m eating a liquor chocolate

A selfish heavenly delight

Arousing my old minds senses

I wonder

What she would be thinking

Looking down from the stars

Through her sensitive olive eyes

Her everlasting smile

Her gracious courage

Her generous heart

Her forgiving soul

Her love for me and you

I wonder

What she would be thinking

Seeing these futile bloody wars

Through her compassionate olive eyes

The dead and maimed

The millions of shuffling homeless

The distraught broken families

The crying children locked in sheds

The desperate refugees with no beds

I wonder

What she would be thinking

While she preciously holds the last white dove

Observing these senseless wars

That never never end

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

3 Day Lyric Quiz – Day 2 –

Singledust Living on the equator but longing for snow

Has nominated me for a 3 Day Lyric Quiz

Thank you Gina.

A three-day lyrical challenge

The Rules:

1 .Thank the person who nominated you. – Thank you Again, Gina
2 .Share one of your favourite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
3 .Nominate three other bloggers each day. (or one, one is probably enough)

Day 2, I’m nominating,  Claudia

Today I’m presenting a band that might be new to most of my readers, however they have been going for a while. The dø is a French/Finnish indie pop band founded in Paris in 2005. The band is composed of Olivia Merilahti and Dan Levy. I find Olivia Merilathi’s voice unusually captivating. In this video we are getting two songs for the price of one, the first song is, Despair Hangover & Ecstasy, the lyrics are below, and the second song is called, Miracles, and the lyrics are also below.

 

The Do Lyrics

“Despair, Hangover & Ecstasy”

We’re breaking promises we thought we could keep
We trigger avalanches unknowingly
We travel in and out, we take off, we land
We live in airports like we don’t have a plan
This is a journey and we call it home,
And when it stops we’re feeling miserable, wellWe’re breaking promises we thought we could keep
We trigger hurricanes unwillingly
It’s our fault
When it all
Breaks into everyone’s lives
But are we really to blame?It’s like a pain in the chest
Despair, Hangover and Ecstasy
So many people around
We disappoint and let down
And though we’re trying our best
Despair, Hangover and Ecstasy
Despair, Hangover and EcstasyWe’re breaking promises we thought we could keep
We trigger avalanches unknowingly, oh
We’re not so different from convicts on the run
Freedom could kill us, but we’d rather go on
This is a journey and we wanna go far
They say we’re selfish but this plane is on fireWe’re breaking promises we wanted to keep
We trigger hurricanes unwillingly
It’s our fault
When it all
Breaks into everyone’s lives
Still we would do it againIt’s like a pain in the chest
Despair, Hangover and Ecstasy
So many people around
We disappoint and let down
And though we’re trying our best
Despair, Hangover and Ecstasy
Despair, Hangover and EcstasyLike a pain in the chest
Despair, Hangover and Ecstasy
So many people around
We disappoint and let down
And though we’re trying our best
Despair, Hangover and Ecstasy
Our only mission, our destiny

The Do Lyrics

“Miracles (Back In Time)”

Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna, really wanna go?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back?I still have some pictures on my wall
I still know the places where they’re from
I still find all answers in my dreams
I still feel the gum under my shoeHow about holding a palm full of miracles
How about building a house on the moon

Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back?

I still care about you being well
I still wonder how we conquered hell
I still love this nonsense team we make
I still think we’re twisted both the same

How about holding a palm full of miracles
How about building a house on the moon

Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna, really wanna go?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna, really wanna go?
Do you really wanna go back in time?

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

3 Day Lyric Quiz – Day 1 –

Singledust  Living on the equator but longing for snow

Has nominated me for a 3 Day Lyric Quiz

Thank you Gina.

A three-day lyrical challenge

The Rules:

1 .Thank the person who nominated you. – Thank you Again, Gina
2 .Share one of your favourite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
3 .Nominate three other bloggers each day. (or one, one is probably enough)

I’m going to see Xavier Rudd live in concert next Saturday night, 25th August, here in Geelong, so it’s fitting that I should present one of his songs and lyrics. His lyrics are superb, please take the time to give them a read while you listen to his beautiful song.

Xavier Rudd – Storm Boy Lyrics

Artist: Xavier Rudd

Album: Storm Boy

When will you learn that the more that you take
Means the less that you have at the end of the day
Stillness of the mind is so hard to embrace
Freedom of the heart is what we crave
And we sit by the river with a cup of tea
Watch the movement of the tide in the gentle breeze
Pelican drifting slowly looking for a feed
Like Mr Percival the storm boy, you to me
Kookaburra calls just like he knows
And I call right back “Yes I’m home”
He’s been with me
He’s watched me grow
Through those rainy days and those rocky roads

And now everybody smiles in the setting sun
And smiles with contentment when the day is done
Hand in hand
With the one you love
Feeling blessed by the magic of the moon above
And we sing
Sha la la la la
We’re just living in this beautiful world
Sha la la la la
We’re just living in this beautiful world

It’s time for fire
Smoke and leaves
The only mosquito repellent we need
Pay respect to the North the South the West and the East
Pay respect to the spirit of this whole country
Freedom in the hearts of the young and brave
Who know little of the journey of the diggers who gave
Their lives to the service and the government gains
So that we could dance together on this beautiful day

And now everybody smiles in the setting sun
And smiles with contentment when the day is done
Hand in hand
With the one you love
Feeling blessed by the magic of the moon above
And we sing
Sha la la la la
We’re just living in this beautiful world
Sha la la la la
We’re just living in this beautiful world

Ohh
Ohh
Aye
Now the winter seeps into my bones
And I hear the call from the North
Yeah I will go
Yeah I will go

And now everybody smiles in the setting sun
And smiles with contentment when the day is done
Hand in hand
With the one you love
Feeling blessed by the magic of the moon above
And we sing
Sha la la la la
We’re just living in this beautiful world
Sha la la la la
We’re just living in this beautiful world

 

I am Nominating.  Vanessa

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Have A Say, Against The Next War

Let us join the movement, Against The Next War, and have a say. Please reblog or write your own story, and join Paul Sunstone, in the campaign for Peace.

A Mushroom Anthem

 

Why is there always a dark side,

When the moon shines so bright.

Who’s taking us on this blindfold ride,

While our reasoning is out of sight.

 

Why is there always a silver lining,

When the clouds are hovering so low.

Who’s making the lower world glowing,

While our malignant demons grow and grow.

 

Why do we call them magic mushrooms,

When all they bring is gloom and doom.

Who’s controlling this aging Mother,

While our pleading hands are hustled undercover.

 

Let There Be Peace In Our Time.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

 

Saturday Night Bedtime Music

It’s Saturday evening here at Tullawalla in Geelong, I’m going to bed soon, to do some reading, and listen to my music, and some quiet bush rhythm music from Oka. Then next, as I’m getting into bed, to be “Safe & Sound” a beautiful piece from composer William Joseph.

 

 

Goodnight, sweet dreams.

Featured picture: That’s my temporary little computer, the small black box on the left.

Sleepless.

 

Weekly Prompts

Your second chance to be creative.  This Weeks Word Prompt:  Review

                                                                                                                                                              I’ve been mailing off my submissions to magazines and anthologies lately, and I had to Review my comprehensive collection of poems, and go through the process of personally selecting some of my poems for the submissions. And then I have the waiting, waiting to find out if I’ve been successful or NOT !!. I’m not sure how to present the rest of this article, I suppose the form of listing my works to each Magazine/Anthology might show how much time and effort goes into these submission, and why I sometimes shun away from doing submissions, and I also find the whole process personally daunting and taxing on my emotions, putting myself out there is hurdle of confidence that I find hard to jump.

Here’s A list of my Submissions for the month.

Vita Brevis Magazine

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/03/25/beyond-the-trapdoor/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/05/02/what-is-one-of-the-worst-emotional-storms-youve-weathered-in-your-life/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/04/11/circumference/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/02/01/crystal-clear-shallows/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/10/19/a-midday-sun/

The Drabble.

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/06/06/a-friend-2/

Geelong Writers Anthology 2018

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/05/16/down-along-the-river-bed/

and “Beyond The Trap Door”

Geelong Poetry Anthology 2018

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/01/15/singing-a-song-for-you/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/11/28/waterways-reposted-and-re-edited/

“Crystal Clear Shallows”

“A Friend”

Write About  (A Combine Book Published by 2 Writers Groups, Belmont Page and Write About) These 10 poems will be published in the book.

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/06/03/tall-ships-an-encore/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/07/05/times-awry/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/08/08/my-blue-statice-blooms-today/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/06/16/vaults-and-bookcases-2/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/07/06/a-single-weeping-tree-a-villanelle/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/08/31/burning-the-fears/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/03/10/rabbit-stew-and-broken-plates/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/08/23/if-only-walls-could-talk/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/05/02/what-is-one-of-the-worst-emotional-storms-youve-weathered-in-your-life/

“Circumference”

 

Thank you for your patience, and of course all my submission are presented via Word Online documents. On review, I think I’ll be giving my submission frenzy a rest !! Let us not be silent.

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/08/16/against-the-next-war/

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Tonight’s Bedtime Song

I’m tired tonight, my plumber’s back is aching, my poet’s pen is dry, my heart is yearning, my mind is thinking of peace, and my soul is singing the same old tune. I hope you like this song, and the lyrics by Nick Cave are worth a read.

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Lyrics

“Hallelujah”

On the first day of May I took to the road
I’d been staring out the window most of the morning
I’d watched the rain claw at the glass
And a vicious wind blew hard and fast
I should have taken it as a warning
As a warning As a warning
As a warning

I’d given my nurse the weekend off
My meals were ill prepared
My typewriter had turned mute as a tomb
And my piano crouched in the corner of my room
With all its teeth bared
All its teeth bared All its teeth bared
All its teeth bared.

Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah

I left my house without my coat
Something my nurse would not have allowed
And I took the small roads out of town
And I passed a cow and the cow was brown
And my pyjamas clung to me like a shroud
Like a shroud Like a shroud
Like a shroud

There rose before me a little house
With all hope and dreams kept within
A woman’s voice close to my ear
Said, “Why don’t you come in here?”
“You looked soaked to the skin”
Soaked to the skin Soaked to the skin
Soaked to the skin

Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah

I turned to the woman and the woman was young
I extended a hearty salutation
But I knew if my nurse had been here
She would never in a thousand years
Permit me to accept that invitation
Invitation That invitation
That invitation

Now, you might think it wise to risk it all
Throw caution to the reckless wind
But with her hot cocoa and her medication
My nurse had been my one salvation
So I turned back home
I turned back home I turned back home
Singing my song

Hallelujah
The tears are welling in my eyes again
Hallelujah
I need twenty big buckets to catch them in
Hallelujah
And twenty pretty girls to carry
them down
Hallelujah
And twenty deep holes to bury them in
Hallelujah
The tears are welling in my eyes again
Hallelujah
I need twenty big buckets to catch them in
Hallelujah
And twenty pretty girls to carry them down
Hallelujah
And twenty deep holes to bury them in