A Courtyard Of Dreams

Hello readers, I’m able to do a bit of copy and pasting, without straining or tiring myself out.. enjoy…

A Courtyard Of Dreams

 

Children can be childish, resistant and defiant

Adults can be childish, arrogant and ignorant

 

I’ll keep my old heels on the ground

While I’m able to see the difference

Between blue, green and brown

 

With love, there comes hidden trials of hurt

With denial of love, there’s only dust and dirt

 

A heart’s love, is true tenderness

Do not wait for tomorrow

There will not always be, that life’s sweetness

One day your soul, will know true sorrow

 

 

Moving On, by Leonard Cohen:  Lyrics

“Moving On”

 “I loved your face I loved your hair
Your t-shirts and your evening-wear
As for the world the job the war
I ditched them all to love you more

And now you’re gone, now you’re gone
As if there ever was a you
Who broke the heart and made it new?
Who’s moving on, who’s kiddin’ who?

I loved your moods I love the way
They threaten every single day
Your beauty ruled me though I knew
Twas more hormonal that the view

Now you’re gone, now you’re gone
As if there ever was a you
Queen of lilac, queen of blue
Who’s moving on, who’s kiddin’ who?

I loved your face I loved your hair
Your t-shirts and your evening-wear
As for the world the job the war
I ditched them all to love you more

And now you’re gone, now you’re gone
As if there ever was a you
Who held me dyin’ pulled me through
Who’s moving on, who’s kiddin’ who?

Who’s moving on, who’s kiddin’ who?”

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Nov 2019

 

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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.

15 thoughts on “A Courtyard Of Dreams”

    1. Thank you Peter, it’s a bit of challenge for me, but I’m not one to lay around and do nothing, I’m needing bigger breaks, and hardly any blogging,…. just do a bit of easy stuff.

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  1. Beautiful and poignant, Ivor. Both your poem and Mr. C’s song.
    Your courtyard has to be a muse for you…it radiates peace, beauty, joy, inspiration!

    Please, oh, please, don’t overdo
    Don’t even put on either shoe
    Just sit and rest or rest and lay
    Tomorrow will be a better day
    😀
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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    1. I’ll be ok, I sort of get used to the pain as the day goes along….. and if I keep active a little, it distracts me from the pain, throughout the day
      “Listen To The Hummingbird”

      Listen to the hummingbird
      Whose wings you cannot see
      Listen to the hummingbird
      Don’t listen to me

      Listen to the butterfly
      Whose days but number three
      Listen to the butterfly
      Don’t listen to me

      Listen to the mind of God
      Which doesn’t need to be
      Listen to the mind of God
      Don’t listen to me

      Listen to the hummingbird
      Whose wings you cannot see
      Listen to the hummingbird
      Don’t listen to me

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