words written, her silent years
every fallen tear
words written, out of sheer fear
often drowning in beer
words written, not so severe
my everlasting revere
words written, for everyone to hear
exploring a new frontier
words written, clouds beginning to clear
searching for love, far away and near
words written, needing someone to steer
tomorrow, and beyond my time here
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Hi dear readers, Ivor’s at it again, looking after a gorgeous dog for ten days. Let me introduce you to “Cyndy”, I’m minding her, while her owner is away on holidays. Cyndy and and I are dear friends from a few years ago, when we all lived together, Lily and Cyndy, Ivor and Sue,….. Sue is my ex-girlfriend/partner from those days. Cyndy is a snuggly King George Cavalier, and she’s a healthy 9 year-old bundle of joy, and she hasn’t left my side since she arrived here this morning. We are in for a lovely time together over the next ten days, and as you can see in the below picture, Cyndy has already made herself at home, up on my bed…. xx
Where do I start
This ongoing story of blinking dark
My two year-old machined crashed in July
I’ve battled and struggled to get by
In and out of black I’ve seen
Infinite variations on my screen
By the hand of brother number two
I’ve finally another computer, almost new
No more sudden or continuous blinking blinking
No more going insane and thinking I’m sinking
For three months, a poet blogging monk
Now I’m back in gear, full of spunk
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Dawn’s spring-time sunshine bathes me
Relaxing here under my verandah tree
Sipping on lemon and ginger tea
Watching a busy working honey-bee
Dad’s annual orchids are blooming
The flowers are glowing and beaming
I hear their spirit-bird songs swooning
Good morning dad, mum, and my girl, our day’s booming
Xavier Rudd, Lyrics
“Follow The Sun”
Follow, follow the sun
And which way the wind blows
When this day is done
Breathe, breathe in the air
Set your intentions
Dream with care
Tomorrow’s a new day for everyone
A brand new moon and brand new sun
So follow, follow the sun
The direction of the birds
The direction of love
Breathe, breathe in the air
Cherish this moment
Cherish this breath
Tomorrow’s a new day for everyone
A brand new moon, brand new sun
When you feel life coming down on you like a heavy weight
When you feel this crazy society adding to the strain
Take a stroll to the nearest water’s edge, remember your place
Many moons have risen and fallen long, long before you came
So which way is the wind blowing
What does your heart say
So follow, follow the sun
And which way the wind blows
When this day is done
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Hi, dear readers, come along and join in the love fun, write a 12 word love story.
Here’s Mine…..
Life comes and goes
Meeting love, embracing love
True love, lasts forever
Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.
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Today’s prompt: In only 12 words, write a love story.
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I’ve not written one these for a while, and I’ve enough of my comments stored in my NoteBook file to fill War And Peace !! Thank you to all of my dear readers who comment on my writings, I am forever grateful, and you all continue to inspire me to write these short poetry pieces about your marvelous posts.
I used to say, mum was the one
Dad was always there, daddy number one
Carole came along, she was my only one
They’re gone, I was left with no-one
Myself has become an intimate one
To you all, I cannot do without everyone
I love sharing my life
I love talking about my wife
Even though I’ve seen so much strife
She wouldn’t have it any other way
She graciously fought on, every day
My story will never explain her everlasting smile
My future is about trying, for her every mile
I know those old photo album feelings
Old memories and dusty dreams
Your heart does miss a beat
They’ll be tears at your feet
You’ll need a comfy seat
Bathe in the images, so sweet
Life’s rotation process is endless
Watermill wheels keep on turning
I’m writing on recycled paper
Word’s of purpose are not useless
Morning birds sing, but do not see
By day, I’ll look like a tree
Like a lonely Tawny Frog-mouth Owl
By night, hear my wisdom howl
Beware, there’s more
You’ll be shown the door
By the bolt of Thor
I’ve been inspired by my tour of yesterdays street art in Geelong, and the magnificent mural of Chrissy Amphlett, so here she is, singing with the Divinyls
Ivor Steven (2) 2018
In response to Weekly Prompt; Photo Prompt, The Other Half (I went to a different half), and also, in response to CalmKate’s Friday Foto Fun, the prompt, Art
The featured Image above, was after I’d walk around the city centre of Geelong taking all of these photos,.. I had to have refreshments, and the best place seemed to be Pistol Pete’s Blues Bar, with loud music, tasty food and a cold beer or two.
For those followers of Australian Rock Music, the above mural is of Chrissy Amphlett, she was a Geelong girl, and lead singer of the Divinyls, one of our great bands during the 1980’s and 1990’s
I’m trying to write myself a Mission Statement
Feels like a speech I need to practice in the basement
I’ve never been good at making speeches
They’re messy, like eating mushy soft peaches
When I first began writing poetry
My main aim was to teach myself to read and write again
Eighteen years ago this month, I suffered a Stroke
Times become tough, depression drowned this bloke
Poetry became my form of self therapy
I listened to music and inspirational lyrics
Leonard Cohen’s songs were always playing
I fervently keep writing
My life became a routine, centered around love
The love of caring for my wife, her MS was severe
Writing was my retreat, a place of solace
My world was narrow, I was skating on thin ice
Six years ago my wife did pass
My heart turned to water on glass
Then I heard Leonard singing again
His music and words were not in vain
I resumed writing my poems
Grieving, words were sad and solemn
Healing takes time
Soulfully I wrote more rhyme
I joined local writers groups
My words were out there, under readers boots
On a prompt, I started a website fifteen months ago
My confidence grew, I came in from the snow
Wondering what’s my goal, where do I go
There’s many answers I do not know
In the future, I believe a poetry book or two
I’ve volumes of poems, enough to fill my shoes
This is my story
My life’s journey
Of cloudy visions
My words, my mission
I used to care about tomorrow’s endings
Now I care about today’s beginnings.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I’m lying here on the floor, prone again
Pining in vain
Listening to Leonard’s ballads again
Flooding my soul in rain
There’s happy dreams
And shattered dreams
All flying by
Passing under yesterday’s indoor sky
Here today, where’s tomorrow
Drifting through clouds of sorrow
My tunnel visions are echoing
Like rusty train wheels, loudly resonating
I’m my old verandah door, swinging
Badly hinged, my feelings are hanging
Knowing I’m a lonely alien widower
Untouchable, like a Hindu follower
Caresses by wandering hands, shunned and cropped
Wondering why my foreign heart suddenly stopped.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I read a glorious article by Gina of Singledust this morning, please do go over and have a read, Click >> HERE. Thanks to Gina, her lovely “Letter”, prompted me into remembering this old poem, that’s been hidden away in my archives, and that’s the reason “why” I’m posting these words today.
Unknowingly, I often dream of her serene ashen face
Years ago, I gently held her frailty in my tired arms
Softly whispering to her, last words of love and grace
Don’t ask me why, I count the days, since I’ve missed her charms
I cannot give you a sensible nor plausible answer
Don’t ask my why, I count the weeks, since I lost my way
I’m unable to fathom the depths of my inner cancer
Don’t ask me why, I count the months, since she died that day
Because I’m still gradually recovering
Remembering she’ll never ever go away
And somehow, I’m steadily rediscovering
Knowing someday, I’ll be allowed to stay
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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