Yes I’ll Be There

Two weeks ago, on Friday 15th I was cleaning out my mailbox, throwing out all those annoying advertising pamphlets, when I happen to notice a little flyer that caught my attention. Yeah ! a book fair to held the next day in the West Geelong Town Hall. I missed  last year’s event, and finding the advertisement was a pleasant surprise…. Yes I did go……….Yes I did buy a few books…. Yes the advertising did work… The Weekly Photo Prompt this week is: Advertising

Below: Some of the Poetry books I did discover and subsequently purchased, and I’m sure they’ll make for interesting reading on my flight over to New York…..

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

My Bamboo Kite

Fly free, fly high

My bamboo kite

Bright orange and green

A colourful gliding sight

Your counter-weight tail fluttering

Like a flowing rainbow in the sky

 

Flying freer, flying higher

Your ground chains are broken

And the strong anchoring rope

Has shrank to a golden thread

Go away, and climb

Above the silver clouds

 

Eventually your thread will fray

Leaving a slither of mellow twine

Not strong enough

To stop you breaking free

Never long enough

To stop you soaring higher

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

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

Dusty Passport

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The “Weekly Word Prompt, this week is: Passport

Dusty Passport

 

Here I was resting, home again from hospital

A mystery illness, had laid me up

I was rekindling thoughts of travelling to America

An adventure I’d always promised myself

Night is not always dark, you know

Firstly I had to find my passport

Yes, I’d hidden it somewhere safe

After turning the bedroom inside out

Then throwing the lounge-room upside down

The lost document was on a garage shelf

Looking dusty, but still only five years old

Jumping for joy, you’d think I’d found gold

Hardly ever been stamped, a Chinese one, that’s all

Many years to pass, until my last call

I clasped that passport firmly in my hand

And I said, “It’s time”, before my clock runs out of sand

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn

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March 19, 2019

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Weekly Photo Prompt: Featured Image.

Hi dear Helene, I’ve yet to participate in one of your weekly photo prompts, and I found your photo fascinating, and my I wrote this poem for your prompt.

My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn

I saw a sign, painted by His hand

The words, I did not understand

I thought why ? another old brick wall

Ascending the crooked ladder, too afraid to fall

There I stood alone, and stared

Above the galaxy’s glare

My retina’s were burning

Last night’s moon had p

My neighbour wasn’t mowing his lawn

I then saw the universe

Oblivion, in a blade of grass

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

Dusty Passport

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The “Weekly Word Prompt, this week is: Passport

Dusty Passport

 

Here I was resting, home again from hospital

A mystery illness, had laid me up

I was rekindling thoughts of travelling to America

An adventure I’d always promised myself

Night is not always dark, you know

Firstly I had to find my passport

Yes, I’d hidden it somewhere safe

After turning the bedroom inside out

Then throwing the lounge-room upside down

The lost document was on a garage shelf

Looking dusty, but still only five years old

Jumping for joy, you’d think I’d found gold

Hardly ever been stamped, a Chinese one, that’s all

Many years to pass, until my last call

I clasped that passport firmly in my hand

And I said, “It’s time”, before my clock runs out of sand

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

Cracks Fading Into Dust

I’d like to thank Gina, of Singledust, for reminding me of an old poem of mine. Her glorious poem, “dying dreams” inspired me to write an answer to my poem “A Crack In The Wall”.

Cracks Fading Into Dust 

 

Long ago, I lay bruised, on a pebble beach

The jagged rocks, had cut me deeply

I remained, bleeding and afraid

Beached, unable to row with my torn pieces

 

The cracks sharp edges, are now blunt

Ancient dark chasms, softened by time

And filled with yesteryear’s tears

Light ascends from the opaque holes

And glowing lustre, hovers over old fears

I see clear visions beyond the front door

And distant dreams, becoming realities

I’m done, hurdling fences and stone walls

The lifelong barriers are turning into dust

And her lost love, will be my last supper

 

Leonardo’s Bride – Lyrics. Even when I’m Sleeping

Don’t be confused by my apparent lack of ceremony,
My mind is clear
I may be low or miles high off in the distance,
I want you near
I love you… even when I’m sleeping
When I close my eyes
You’re everywhere
And if they take me flying on the magic carpet
See me wave
If our communication fails I’ll reconnect it
I want to rave
I love you… even when I’m sleeping
When I close my eyes
You’re everywhere
No matter where the road is leading us remember
Don’t be afraid
We have a continent that sometimes comes between us
That’s ok
I love you… even when I’m sleeping
When I close my eyes
You’re everywhere

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

A Green Two Days

Hello dear readers, a happy St Patrick’s to you all. Last night I was fortunate enough to be able to go the Geelong Irish Society’s, St Patrick’s Day Cocktail Party. The evening was a glorious celebration, with lots of scrumptious food, stirring Irish music from the band, “Old Melbourne Rd”, and plenty of Irish fluids to encourage the participants to have a happy time. I’ve attached some photos and a videos from last night, and a photo from today’s St Patrick’s fundraising Fete at our local St Patrick’s school.

Below.: The band playing their start song

 

 

Below: Yes !! I’m on the dance……. instead of the hospital bed…….

 

 

Below: The real Irish Dancing Girls…….

 

Below: The dance crowd                Below: The St Patrick’s Day, School Fete, Ivor on the left

 

 

Below: The bands finale song…. they’ve been enjoying a good time too !!

 

 

Cheers My Friends

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

Greeting Sands

My sunny dawn cracked open the morning sky

I yawn and I stretch, my back goes crack

The noise of warning sirens cracks the air

Let’s get cracking and take Yorkie for a pedal

From this quiet suburb of Geelong

To visit the vast metropolis of Philadelphia

From these drying puddles of the Moorabool

To the flowing waters of the Delaware

I’ll pack sun-burnt soil from this dusty land

And exchange my sand, for smiles and greeting hands

Featured Photos: Taken by Ivor Steven, the pictures are of the Moorabool River, from the banks of the river, behind the Derwent Hotel, Batesford, Geelong.

At of my friend Kate of “calmKate”, afew more Moorabool River pictures.

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Ivor Steven (c)  2019