Drifting Forward

I’ve having a busy Wednesday. My Barwon (Geelong) Health, and Aged Care Plan, has begun today, with a morning visit from the nurse organising my plan, and this afternoon, the plan’s Doctor came to visit me, and from tomorrow, I’ll be having daily visits by physiotherapists and occupational therapists. .. The health program is design around keeping me comfortable and safe at home, and reduce the risks of further falls or accidents in the home… Don’t worry, I am reasonably healthy, and I’m happy to be within this scheme, which is about looking after susceptible older persons living by themselves, and after my recent episodes, I’m in that category….   So my time here on WP has been limited today, and will be for a couple of weeks, as get used to health plan’s orientation and introduction…. Haha,.. having said all that, I had time to write this Haiku at lunchtime, a piece which had been drifting about in mind….

 

Drifting Forward

 

Cleanse our dirty clouds

Saturate the stains with rain

Wash away this pain

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

What Is Normal My Son?

Today I would like to thank Tanya (https://tanyasblog417441432.com/2020/07/27/hungry/) for triggering and inspiring my mind, to create this poem…

 

What Is Normal My Son?

 

Breakfast and a hot cuppa

Under my cosy verandah

As per normal, if it’s not too chilly

And I’m having my normal courtyard chat

With my friends, Phillip the penguin

And the wise old owl, Oscar

We’re talking about the future

Whether life will ever be normal again

 

Oscar quietly hoots

“What is normal my son”

Little Phillip chirped in

“Normal is a state of mind

A comfort zone in time

Like swimming in the deep blue sea everyday”

Oscar agreed with Phillip

“Normal’s being perched in the same tree every night”

Oscar and Phillip grinned, and nodded at each other

And I listened and pondered

 

Smiling at my two furry companions

I added, “Our old normal, won’t be normal anymore”

Oscar’s brows lowered, and he said

” As per normal these days

We shall patiently try to adapt, then wait and see

What colour the new normal turns out to be

Black, white, or green like the trees

Maybe the striped yellow, of our life giving bees

 

Below:  I’ve used this glorious song by Lisa Hannigan a few times before, but I found this magnificent rendition this morning…. enjoy her voice and her passion… 

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

 

 

 

 

 

Then What? (Political Satire)

Here Dwight has compiled some outrageous questions, all containing some truth, and he gives us plenty to think about!

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When distasteful statues of heritage are gone

and the founding fathers permanently buried

and our country’s history erased // then what?

When the constitution is rewritten

and modified and amendments deleted

in the name of progress // then what?

When the drive of capitalism is sedated

and wealth redistributed to those who have never worked

and banks replaced by government 666 chips // then what?

When everyone is forced into political correctness

and all the “I’m sorry people” are reconditioned

to all think alike // then what?

When “swords are beaten into plowshares”

and all the guns are recycled to a few

who keep the disgruntled in line // then what?

When religions are squelched for deviant thinking

and non compliance revives the “burning at the stake”

and “God is Dead” // then what?

When anarchy and revolution turns into an Orwellian nightmare

and Big Brother/Sister monitors and controls everything…

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Cake Crumbs and Coffee Stains

 

Cake Crumbs and Coffee Stains

 

I’m at this cafe table, alone

My notebook page is blank

Except for cake crumbs and coffee stains

 

The cafe venue is not full

Because with the current laws, there’s a Quota

A maximum of only thirty people

 

I feel for the young owners

Trying to run a small business

Under these necessary restrictions

 

There’s the mandatory sign-in and hand sanitising

As the voracious covid’s dirty paws

Attack untethered and unannounced

 

Waiting your turn, is a normal process

Patrons have become more civil and patient

And unbothered I casually scribble these words

Between the cake crumbs and coffee stains

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

 

 

 

 

A Collection of Ponds Turns Into a Lake

Hello dear readers, yesterday I wrote this Haiku for Beth ( ididnthavemyglasseson.wordpress.com  ) about ‘Ponds’….

A dragonfly Pond 
Mirror’s the hot summer sky 
Natures gallery ”    … and this morning (Sunday) I was reading the 8 Haiku’s I had written over the last 8 weeks, and in my mind they seemed to be following a theme… Then I decided to format them into one piece/poem… so here is my ‘Lake’ of words…..

 

A Collection of Ponds Turns Into a Lake

 

Peaceful is the dawn

Morning frost is hovering

Sunshine cuts the ice

A dragonfly Pond

Mirror’s the cold winter sky

Natures gallery

Soft winter sunshine

The sky’s raining blue diamonds

Warms my fragile heart

 

Are we hand in hand

With hearts joined, ready to start

A new wisdom age

Are we the drowned ones

Laying beside our beached whales

Unable to breathe

Cold steel’s not power

Love can’t be an iron fist

Hand in hand we breathe

 

Upon our torn earth

Lets sit around the camp fire

One circle of sand

On and on we go

We the mighty do venture

Above and beyond

 

Featured Image above; Taken by my Canadian Auntie, of the Barrier Lake in Alberta.

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

In Need of a Wise Owl

The above feature image, is by Derrick Knight, and thank you to Derrick for giving me permission to use your intriguing photo, although I’ve only affixed the top half of his original photograph …sorry Derrick. Here’s the link to his fabulous site and yesterday’s article.>> https://derrickjknight.com/2020/07/23/owl-envy/

And this weekend on Weekly Prompts the prompt is; The Watcher . Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>Here . And who better to be our watcher, than the wise owl….

 

In Need of a Wise Owl

 

I’ve been searching the planet for our wisest owl

One that doesn’t droop his jowl, nor scowl

Are you the clever owl who will lead our world

Perched there stoically with wings unfurled

 

The statesman of our ancient forests

And guardian of our forgotten promises

Wisdom radiates from your knowing eyes

What do you observe from your throne in the sky

Are we honest enough, are we even worthy?

Have we enough modesty, are we even earthly?

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

From Little Things, Big Things Grow

Once I was a little fella, bursting at the seams

Who loved moonbeams and had big dreams

Years have gone by, now I watch and I listen

And sadly I feel our world’s listing

I’m an emotional old guy

And one day, I’m gonna die

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Life has taught me to be patient

My story unfolds in poetic testaments

Words written, some happy, others blatant

Little things that grow by accident

Little rhymes, not asking for judgement

My little rhythmical notes, my instruments

 

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020.

Pink Elephants and One Day to Go

Party, party week

Seven days of giving cheek

Eating and drinking like a hog

Sleeping like a frog on a log

But no leaping and dancing

Just happily dreaming and romancing

 

Friends to meet and greet

Places to go, coffee and sweets

Bones are sagging like old awnings

And I’m smiling at pink elephants in the mornings

There’s a finale fling tonight

Before a last lullaby under starry lights

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

Olsen Olsen by Sigur Ros (english translation)

Two three cats ran,
which is the same as the cats,
two three can check,
where is the brother of one.

pushbutton board,
fruits of the boat,
ask him to eat,
tell her she does not want to.

cempedak fruit outside the fence,
take pole pitch,
I am a newbie,
if you cant show it

Peace And Serenity

The featured image above, is a photo taken by Canadian uncle(Dick), who was from, High River, Alberta. and the photograph is of Maligne Lake, a lake in Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada. The lake is famed for the colour of its azure water, the surrounding peaks.

 

Peace and Serenity

 

There’s an old biplane sign-writing on a cloud

A red blue and white poster, big and loud

Capitol Hill has coldly declared, “Chaos”, in the sky

Copied by the media’s dirty claws gone awry

 

Our messy world’s living on unclean ground

Lock-down’s isolation the silent sound

Stay calm and relaxed behind our covering masks

And lets inhale peace and serenity as our objective task

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

Sigur Rós – Varúð

 Warning (English Translation)

Three laid out
And fields of everything melted
Out all, all out.
And let’s light the bonfire-candles
And the winds from far away.
As ?who/might be something else? became brick walls
All, everywhere
And enough bones are cold
Kills everything
Warning
Warning
Outside, part of the icecold
Let’s light a bonfire, when it’s evening
And words wait bluecold
Let’s build again a silver shelter
And winds from underneath
As ?who? became brick walls
All, everywhere
There laid a thousand falls
And draws everything
Warning
Warning
Warning