My curtains were opened
I saw a setting eclipse
And I decided to walk
To the south side of the moon
Taking my own spoon
I heard there’s a cheese-cake tasting
A sweet crumbly base
Topped with blueberries and cream
Life’s not about lying in bed
I’ll meet you for a kiss
After school
Down by the old pool
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
All My News. By: Leonard Cohen
Do not decode
these cries of line
They are the road
and not the sign
Nor deconstruct
my drugless high
I’m sober but
I like to fly
Then quickened with
my open talk
You need not pick
the ancient lock
From Leonard Cohen’s, Poems And Songs, produced by “Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets”. 1993
Old wooden steps
Going down, worn and steep
Revealing a cellar, candle-lit
Walls of blue-stone blocks
With a stained cedar ceiling
Creating a friendly aura of closeness
Intimate and cosy
A perfect place for Mr Cohen’s spirit to be
Sweet Amie Brulee
Sings and plays his songs
And in between, graciously reads his poetry
Jovially chats to the audience
Relaxed and carefree
Her demure smile is spontaneous
Divulging stories about his works
With enthusiasm and passion
Infusing her own subtle wit and humour
A show of genuine warmth and charm
From his tower of song, Leonard would be pleased
The two video’s below, are with my Phone, a Samsung Galaxy S 5. Hopefully the cyberspace mail-man delivers them intact. The first video below, is of Amie recited Leonard Cohen’s poem, “Ballard of the Absent Mare”
The second video below, is of Amie, singing, “Leaving The Table”, sorry but you may have to turn the volume up.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Weekly Word Prompt : This week’s word prompt is : Perspective.
This is an old poem of mine, The poem “Inside Out”, is more just a rhyme and a play on a few featured words. Over the road from were I once lived, there was a furniture shop, and the advertising hoarding was, “Inside Out, Exotic Furniture”, well I was sitting there waiting for the bus, and in my minds imagination, I changed the the words to “Inside-out, Upside-down, Erotic Furniture”, and hence my little anecdote was laid…. with a totally different perspective..
Inside Out
The view of my love seems upside down.
When I’m at the bottom of her flowing gown.
And my erotic picture appears inside out.
What’s this scenic love all about.
The ways of my love seem upside down.
When she’s on top, covering me ’til I drown.
And I’m underneath, neither in, nor out.
What’s this crazy love all about.
The river of my love seems upside down.
When I’m sitting inside her smiling frown.
And her foreign body hits me in and out.
What’s this exotic love all about.
The world of my love seems upside down.
When I’m laying below her pounding mound.
And her endless thrusts, feel inside out.
What’s this frenzied love all about.
Ivor Steven (c 2018
Days were dimly full of mace
I was a seedy old scar-face
With a shredded dark heart
In need of a surgeon’s restart
My innards were slashed and torn
Stuffed with yesterdays corn
My brains were in a rotted pumpkin-head
Emptied, throw out into the shed
Ankles shattered, with crinkled toes
I looked like a weathered scarecrow
Sirens screeched and screamed
My angels golden chariot beamed
Nurses in white, doctors in blue
They all came to my rescue
Sewed my broken heart together
My rubber soul became light as a feather
Inspired dreams were renewed
A familiar smile re-screwed
My body’s bindings restrengthened
Life revived and internally lengthened
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Featured Image: Above: Martin, father of Finn, Niamh and Tia.
Yesterday !! was a PJ’s day, today was another day. Sunday has been an Aussie barbecue, get together day, that I happily, was fortunate to be a part of. Please enjoy the photos, and soak up some of the afternoon’s atmosphere in the video links, oh gee, I hope they work. My friend Terry on the guitar, and Tom on the fiddle(the father of the gorgeous 6 month old baby girl, Eva, who is being fed during the video) and we are celebrating the occasion of Martin’s daughter, Tia, visiting from England, with her son Charlie and partner Jamie. A wonderful gathering of family and friends. I’m so hoping the videos work. ……….. Please let me know, they’re just videos off my phone that I transferred here via Google media, and I had no idea how to transpose them here………
Above & Below: Terry and Tom player a couple of traditional Irish songs.
Below: Terry singing a great Redgum classic song, Diamantina Drover
Photos Below: Top Left, Tom and his daughter Eva, Top Right, Terry and Martin’s daughter Niamh , Bottom, Martin, baby Eva, and that dog Monty licking Ava’s fingers
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Lazy Saturday
Do you have these days too
Lethargic and you’re looking askew
I’ve not got out of my PJ’s today
Lazed around all Saturday
Ate more than I should’ve
Morning exercises went on my list of could of’s
My daily walk flew away
Through the unopened front doorway
The courtyard beckoned, empty it would stay
I couldn’t tell you about the weather
You could’ve knocked me over with a feather
The wind stopped me from seeing my weed till
And when rolling stones covered my window-sill
I primed my room with sounds of rock’s
In my bachelors haven full of silk socks
I didn’t feel sad, nor guilty
I’m calm and cosy, within my commonality
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
