Lines To Nowhere

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

Oh What A Night, They Sent Me Home Tight

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

Blue-stone Cellar

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

 

 

Inside Out

Perspective,

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

Scars Revived

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

A Pleasant Sunday

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

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