A Creative Piece

Please, No More

This is such a brilliant idea and glorious initiative by a dear friend and fellow blogger, Colleen, of Chatter Blog. and so here is my creative post for the day.

The Chatter Blog

I challenge every creator out there

To speak

To write

To draw

To sing

To photograph

One full day

Without insulting another human being, another culture, another country.

Above, my featured photograph, from today, a beautiful flowering Cyclamen in my fernery. Below a lovely piece of music, Hello, sang in Gaelic, by a 14 year-old girl, Shannon Bryan

 

And A Poem I wrote back in February 2018

Day Lily And Love

Upon my pillow I sleep.

Good morning, I do peek.

From the cushion of my dreams.

A pads radiating beams.

Blushing red hues, oh so bright.

You bloom during the night.

After cuddling the dew.

You open up your scenic view.

Flowering, standing proud and steep.

Perfection at my feet.

A glorious Lily, like wings of a dove.

And by Day you air your love.

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Updates from Texas – II

Hi to my dear readers. I read this article by Niki Flow yesterday, and I couldn’t sleep last night, and this morning I’m still feeling quite aggrieved. So I thought best I read reblog her post, and then we can all share “What Happens To The Heart”. Please read and make a comment on her page thank you.

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/07/08/i-am-not-a-child-i-am-an-adult-i-can-help/

Niki Flow

TCRP Update:  26 July 2018

“Chaos and cruelty govern the U.S. government’s treatment of families on the border. In South Texas, we’ve witnessed haphazard reunifications in detention center parking lots at all hours of the day and night. Non-profit relief organizations have been forced to fill the gaps after the government drops families on their door steps with nothing but the clothes on their backs and no way to contact their loved ones or lawyers. Hundreds of other families are detained in Karnes and Dilley detention centers. Many more remain separated with no clear sense of when they will see their daughters and sons again, as more than one thousand parents have yet to be reunited with their children, according to the most recent government filings.

“The Trump Administration’s zero tolerance policy is at the heart of this manufactured crisis. As long as it is in place, the health and wellbeing…

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I’m Back

I have a computer, but mine is still being reconstructed by my younger brother(Lawrie) he’s a computer Engineer !! Apparently my Motherboard is stuffed. So whatever is still usable out of my old machine he’ll restructure into my reformatted computer, “Yep”, he’s clever. In the mean-time he’s set me up with this temporary computer, which uses a “Linux” system, quite different to my “Windows 10”, however it allows me to use WordPress. So here I am, “I’m Back”, and now some music from “Melanie”, 1970, Oh I had a crush on her way back then, I was a young naive lad of 19 !!. And after you play Melanie, there’s no Ivor post without some music from the impeccable Mr Leonard Cohen, and this is one of my fav’ pieces of his music/lyrics, “One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong” , enjoy my dear friends, and soak up his incredible words. Replay and replay, and then absorb his passion !!

Candles In The Rain

Saturday was a brilliant day
Last night the rain poured into Sunday
The heavy drops washed lustre away
A cold wind cut through my chest today
I’m reading the news from yesterday
The vulnerable children are still crying
Court deadlines are being ignored
Thousands of innocent hearts still torn
Pierced by government swords
Wielded from behind their closed doors
Hear the multitude’s pleading words
Listen to your conscience
See the children’s pain
Let their candles burn in the rain

A special thanks to Elle, for supplying the above quote by Margaret Mead, and to Sue for her guidance in setting up my “Voice to Text” app’

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

Crashed

Do you see my mess

I do confess

I’m computerless

Do you know my address

I’m writing on slate

You’ll have to wait

My pigeon will be late

I’m using my old phone

Working fingers to the bone

Words are like stones

Without a home

Do you know the score

No music any more

I slam my studio door

Leaving pools of notes on the floor

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

Burnt Toast And A Cold Shower

Weekly PromptsWord Prompt. Advantage

 

When it’s so hard to get out of my warm bed

I force myself to throw the sheets off

And I face another day again

 

When the light doesn’t go on above my head

I replace the globe and flick the switch

And I see Again

 

When my shower hot water turns cold

I patiently wait for the boiler to reheat

And I shall be ready again

 

When the toaster burns my bread

I turn the grey dial down to three

And I restart again

 

When the kettle runs bone dry

I dutifully refill the jug

And enjoy a cuppa’ again

 

When breakfast is done and it’s time to run

I feel the advantage of being alive

And I smile at my world again

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018