Shampoo

My dream-time is imminent

And reality begins to rock my soul

I’m bodily shaking in my shoes

Making my tummy tumble and squirm

Truth has cut me to the bone

Adrenaline’s spurting through my blood

Veins are bursting

Muscles are stiff and bulging

The night is filling with anticipation

Excitement crawls down my skin

Old  hairs are all standing on end

Toes are twitching like never before

Best I slow down my eagerness

And subdue my hullabaloo

Otherwise I’ll forget to pack the shampoo

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

Shampoo

Hi dear readers, I’m re-posting this poem, as I post it originally at 3.30 am, and some of my readers may have missed the article. What was I doing, being awake at that time of the morning ???

My dream-time is imminent

And reality begins to rock my soul

I’m bodily shaking in my shoes

Making my tummy tumble and squirm

Truth has cut me to the bone

Adrenaline’s spurting through my blood

Veins are bursting

Muscles are stiff and bulging

The night is filling with anticipation

Excitement crawls down my skin

Old  hairs are all standing on end

Toes are twitching like never before

Best I slow down my eagerness

And subdue my hullabaloo

Otherwise I’ll forget to pack the shampoo

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

Tullawalla: Booklet #8

 

Hello dear readers, friends, and followers. I’ve been in and out of hospital again, but hopefully I’ll be able stay out for a while now, and my progress is improving everyday. I’m keeping myself busy, bike pedalling (On Yorkie) exercise sessions and walking 6000 steps a day, In between, I’ve been preparing my new booklet of poems. I’ve just finished the manuscript (Phew and yeah !!), and this one is called, “Tullawalla: “Beyond The Brick Wall”, metaphorically that’s where I am at now, and all the poems were written since Christmas, after my first stroke in Mid-December.  Like my other 7 Booklets, all money’s that I collect from the sale of these booklets goes to the Geelong MS Charity Shop. The list of my 8 booklets is below. These booklets are all printed here in my little writing studio/haven, put together by hand, and they’re a foolscap size folder of 21 pages and 40 poems in each booklet

Tullawalla, Poems, By Ivor Steven                                                                                   Tullawalla, A Sign Of The Times                                                                                               Tullawalla, The Waves Say Goodbye                                                                                     Tullawalla, Who’s Left To Row The Boat                                                                        Tullawalla, Home Is The Air I Breathe                                                                            Tullawalla, Waiting Time                                                                                                  Tullawalla, The Healing House

And, Tullawalla, Beyond The Brick Wall

 

 

 

 

Booklet #5: Home Is The Air I Breathe                      Booklet #6: Waiting Time

 

 

Booklet #7: Tullawalla, The Healing House          My “Isolation Time”

 

And, Booklet#8: Tullawalla, Beyond The Brick Wall               My front door.

 

 

Cheers

From Ivor xx

 

I Dream On Snippets

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I’m living on snippets

A snip here, a piece there

I don’t watch TV news nor read newspapers

There’s no need to see more

False dreams don’t swim in my sea

And realities fill my soul with broken keys

I don’t watch many movies

I know their spirit’s are within me

And their ghosts live beyond what I see

 

I’m sipping on the holy grail

A thimble of wine

To a chalice of water

There’s no need to drink more

Rivers of tears have already flooded my heart

And clouds fill my soul with yesterdays rain

 

I’m eating snippets

A morsel here, a crumb from there

I don’t hunt for my groceries

There’s no need to eat more

Food magically lands on my plate

Delivered by angels who look after me

 

I’m breathing wisps of air

Gasping for my invisible share

Enough to activate my inner being

There’s no need to inhale more

The sky is infinite and free

And the trees air fills my lungs, regenerating me

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

 

My Courtyard Fence

The Weekly Prompt, Photo prompt is : Fences..  Across the road from my home, there’s a large housing development, under construction with a high wire fence around the site. It’s in vast contrast to my private little yard here. I’m on my exercise bike, Yorkie, pedalling away and looking around at my courtyard fence. I’m wondering, how I got this far and how I arrived at this place, jumping all of life’s tall fences on my to journey  here. On my courtyard fence hangs so many memories, and it takes me back to when I wrote a poem, of when life was extraordinarily hard and I felt the end was near, it was just after  I had my first Stroke eighteen years ago, and I couldn’t jump “This Fence”<< Click to view the Weekly Prompt’s site

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This Fence

I am quickly nearing this fence.
An obstacle of a lifetime I see.
And from my side of this fence,
The hurdle is too high for me.
And on the other side of this fence,
There seems nowhere to land or flee.

I have arrived at this fence,
Above the pickets, just grey sky.
And on my side of this fence,
The grass is brown and dry.
On the other side of this fence,
The grass is green, but still I cry.
How am I to clear this fence,
There seems nowhere to go, or get by.

This fence, all built of stones,
Breaks my spirit, and all my bones.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

Pako Festa In The Sun

A glorious day was had by all yesterday, at one Australia’s biggest multicultural events. These days the festival is organised by Diversitat and has grown into Victoria’s largest free multi-arts and cultural party. Some things remain the same. Pako is about community and is led by community. The event celebrates and highlights the extraordinary contribution of individuals, cultural groups and multicultural communities in Geelong and across Australia. During the day, over 100,000 people attended, 5,000 people took part in the street parade and 10,000 people performed on five stages. I managed to take a few photos that may give you an idea of the friendly atmosphere enjoyed by the huge crowd

 

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Ivor Steven (c)  2019