Almost There
So I Say Hello to you
I turned away from you
After almost six weeks
Of this harrowing streak
It’s been no stroll in the park
Resting here in the semi dark
The painful knives have been withdrawn
The headaches have almost retired
I’m almost well enough
To enjoy Christmas with family
And by the start of two thousand and twenty
I’ll be almost here, I’ll be almost me again
So I say hello to you
And wish you a happy and healthy festive season
Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019
A Cheery Santa
The season of merry cheer is here
There’s always many Christmas parties
They seem to begin weeks before
Yesterday Santa was at the Valhalla Bar
Ho ho, he was big happy Santa
With a sackful of gifts for everyone
I’m one of the oldest children there
I know he’s not really real
As I had a beer with him 10 minutes before
Yes, big friendly Reg, became Santa
For me, a stubbie holder and a T-shirt
Even a can of Valhalla beer
And Santa Reg joined me for more frothy cheer
Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019
People Ain’t No Good
We don’t need humans
Look at us, standing tall and proud
Why do you pollute our sky?
Why do you stain our land?
We don’t need human’s
Look at us. walk and fly
Why do you catch and cage us?
Why do you shoot us and make our babies cry?
We don’t need human’s
Look at us, swim and dive
We don’t need human’s
Look at us, eye to eye, and don’t lie
Why do you poison our earth’s waters?
Why are you committing suicide?
Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019
Hello dear readers, again I’ve been browsing through some of my older poems, that have stashed away, and not been published by me/nor posted here on WordPress. And here’s another one of these personal love poems, from a time, when I had new lady in my life. I thought maybe it’s about time I presented these pieces from my archives. The relationship finished four years ago, so I thought that enough time has lapsed, for me to now show you, another side/story of my life……
A Different Beat
They say, “love makes the world go around”
I think my, “loving world” has just been re-found
My life is madly spinning like a colourful top
Whirling at a humming speed, unable to stop
My once lonely heart, is pounding a different beat
Throbbing from inside my chest, to the soles of my feet
This surprising emotion of sharing all my deepest love
Could have been ordained by my angel, there high above
Ivor Steven (c) October 2019
Family, friends and followers
Lend me yours ears
I’ve only been blogging
Not even two years
A medium I did not understand
A venue way exceeding my expectations
A happening beyond my imagination
A journey I lovingly shared
I have enjoyed every unsteady step
What else can I say
I shower you all, “A Thousand Kisses Deep”
And my Nautilus is awash with likes
Fifty Thousand Leagues (likes) Under The Sea
In my ocean full of pleasure and love
I Thank you all
I am not drowning, but resurrected
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I wrote this poem last night, when I woke up at 1.30am. The featured image above, is looking up at the Geelong hills north of the town, they are called the “You Yangs”. I suppose my poem below is about, how our politicians, should look up , to see what’s coming down on their heads. This post is for the Weekly Prompt, Photo Challenge: Up <<Click on, to view The Weekly Prompt site…..
Feeding Them Up On Bullets Instead
How hard must we hit the nail
On their heads
Before the white house wooden hearts
Finally count the living-dead
How hard does the rain have to fall
On their heads
Before the farmer’s empty buckets
Only fill via tears from the living-dead
How hard shall the sunshine burn
On their heads
Before the number of extinct birds
Light-up the dark gap between government heads
How hard do crumbling icebergs break
On their heads
Before both polar ice-caps melt
Flooding our storage silos and sheds
The answer my friends, rests
On their heads
Before all the starving arise from earthen beds
Crying out, stop feeding us up on bullets instead
Words, Between the Lines Of Age . Neil Young. Lyrics
Someone and someone were down by the pond
Looking for something to plant in the lawn.
Out in the fields they were turning the soil
I’m sitting here hoping this water will boil
When I look through the windows and out on the road
They’re bringing me presents and saying hello.
Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age.
If I was a junk-man selling you cars,
Washing your windows and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind was my own in a dream
What would you wonder and how would it seem?
Living in castles a bit at a time
The king started laughing and talking in rhyme.
Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age.
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I’m too tired to continue
Carrying this Olympus torch
The flame is not staying alight
Under my sheltering porch
All I want to do
Is watch the birds
And selfishly forget
The hungry and dying herds
My bell has become too hollow
To ring against the war
Too heavy to lift
High above the floor
Too wide to pass
Through the Whitehouse door
Too noisy to tell
Humanity the real score
Soon we’ll all board the Ark
Row away from our shores
Fly our rescue flag aft
Explore the sky with Thor
Listen to the heavens
Hear the peace-bells last encore
Proudly ring the bells that still can ring
Chiming so loud, no-one can ignore
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
