There’s A Kink In My Stairway

The battle never seems to end

As the fight continues to ascend

Life’s journey is full of lumpy meals

Like bitter and sweet lemon peels

 

Under the crusty topsoil

Ancient Earth is on the boil

Spewing out contagious oils

Being spread by lowly hydrofoils

The world’s on pause and in turmoil

Needing a big dose of Castor Oil

 

A friend calls, in-between the bedlam

Hello, I welcome, your welcome

We wish each other a chirpy day

I’m smiling and happily humming away

My music’s playing, volumes on seven

A ninth replay of ‘Stairways To Heaven’

I’m teary and starting to over-think

Must be time for the ‘Kinks’, and my next drink

 

 

 

Ivor Stewven (c)Β  April 2020

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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.

24 thoughts on “There’s A Kink In My Stairway”

    1. Thank you… I’ve lots of thoughts and feelings about this isolation time we are all living in…… and I’m trying to put the emotions of our everyday events into these abstract pieces of poetry….xx

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  1. Keep the music playing…keep humming, singing…these bring peace, smiles, sighs!
    The Kinks songs can replace the negative kinks in life with positive straight-aways! πŸ™‚
    (((HUGS))) πŸ™‚
    PS…you can have my dose of castor oil! πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜›

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    1. I remember the old days when mum would give me castor oil. “yuk”.. The Kinks are a forever band with their lyrics.
      I enjoyed writing this poem, I was having a wonderful conversation with myself while I was writing the words…
      Myself and me were both smiling… πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜‚
      Another intriguing Kinks song coming up in tomorrow’s poem,… The poem is called.. Shangri La…. πŸ’™πŸŒπŸ€—

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