Shrines

Hi dear friends, I’m home after a funeral and wake today, of my friend and work mate, Alex. This old poem of mine is dedicated you, a gentleman, sadly gone to soon………

Shrines

Home is where the welcome mat is my word
Where my music can always be heard
Home is where my garden flowers blossom
Where the bower birds sing their anthem
Home is where you can call me anytime
Where my long highway ends at the stop sign
Home is where I want to hold your hand
Where I can draw a line in the sand
Home is where I need to lay in my bed
Where I can rest my weary head
Home is where my verandah shelters me and the dog
Where the walls keep out my oncoming fog
Home is where the moonshine shuffles into sunshine
Where my new days morph into shrines

Sean Rowe: Signs.  Lyrics

There were songs in the trees
There were signs all around me
There was a band playing softly as the day was slowly dying
I put my hand inside
I pulled a green stone from my pocket and I watched it glow
I heard a train go by then I thought of you

I saw you in a dream
You were wearing my sorrow
I begged you to stay but it was eternally tomorrow

I put my hand inside
I pulled a green stone from my pocket and I watched it glow
I heard a train go by then I thought of you

Wake me, take me up from the ashes
And I will fly like I’m supposed to fly
Touch me, tell me
When the sky came down and you left the ground
Why you never said goodbye

I want to live in your house
This is not my room it’s just a cold hotel
I want to stay in this dream until I believe
I put my hand inside
I pulled a green stone from my pocket and I watched it glow
I heard a train go by then I thought of you

I’m getting older but you keep on living…
Inside my head there is a place for you my friend

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

73 thoughts on “Shrines”

  1. A very Happy First Blogaversary to YOU! Shrines was an excellent beginning. May you continue to expand, to explore and to exceed the limits of your vision, writing it all down to be kept and shared. Thank-you!

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    1. Oh dear Sue, dear friend, thank you for your wonderful encouragement and support, I’ve appreciated every kind and thoughtful word from you. Your companionship has brought warmth to my heart. xx

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      1. The feelig is very mutual, “Mutual”, The “M” Effect, “hand in hand, heart to heart, hug and hug, soul to soul, smile and smile” 😊😊

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  2. Don’t know Colleen (have to go meet her!) but LOVE ANN! I’m glad they commented and encouraged you to bring out this wonderful poem. Home is where the heart is. And our heart will always be home.

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  3. I’m a homebody and a nostalgia-softie. Deep, wistful sigh… Your photo collage brought so much more to the already beautiful words. “Where the walls keep out my oncoming fog/Home is where the moonshine shuffles into sunshine” will stick with me for a long time for their emotionally-powerful imagery. Your writing always seems to take me away for a while. ❤

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    1. Thank you Laura, and I’m pleased you liked my photo collage. And my fav’ line is the finale one, here I’m trying to express how my every new day is a chance to remember and honour someone, “morph into shrines”

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    1. Thank you Chris, and I’m sorry if I’ve missed some of your posts. At times I find this blogging can be quite overwhelming, and I tend to over commit myself, to a point where I think I’m letting my readers down. And my anxieties get on top of me. 😊 Again thank you, and I truly appreciate your kind words

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      1. Honestly Ivor no need to feel you are letting people down we are all at some point overwhelmed whether it is it the thought department or replying/reading put your anxieties in a box and fasten the lid tight we all play catch up at some point – this is fun not life or death. Thanks for the company and words of wisdom. Chris.

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    1. Thank you dear Walt, I so appreciate you reading my poems and words of wisdom, your continual support and encourage means a lot to me……..

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  4. I am sorry for your friend Ivor!!

    But i am so happy that you can express so beautiful your thoughts and feelings !!

    Send you a big ((((((( HUG)))))) and i wish you health and many many poems to share with us!!!

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