The tree is murky green
Beyond it’s cloudy grey
Like the heaven’s are caving in
Collapsing from below
From the devil’s chasm to the distant horizon
To the horizon I cannot see
I cannot see tomorrow’s colours
Nor the colours of today’s sky
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I’ve seen the universe, through to the stars beyond
There’s a deep darkness, she’s gone, she’s gone
I saw her smile, crack from the pain
There was a sorrow, she caught it tomorrow
I’ve seen the moon, through the burning sun
Where’s that planet, she’s walking on
I saw her eyes, crying tears of sand
Where’s that beach, she’s lying on
I’ve seen the ocean, through the broken coral
Where’s that ship, she’s sailing on
I saw her body, serene and frail
Where the ashes, she’s covered in
I’ve seen the earth open up, swallowing the multitude whole.
Where’s that chasm, she’s falling through.
I saw her gentle soul, disappear out of sight.
Where’s that secret heaven, she’s flying to
I’ve seen the land, go through violent storms
Where’s the winds of time, she’s spread upon
I saw her heart, her love, for all of you, and I
Where’s that dream, she’s left us to find
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I’m consumed by tiredness
In this healing castle of sleeplessness
Where the nightingales flitty about
Like hummingbirds in a drought
The witch-doctors come and go
With their underlings following to and fro
During the day there’s noisiness and bright lights
And life is just the same throughout the night
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
The day is wet and dismal
My view of the world is cold and gloomy
I’m troubled in my restricted room
My penwork is a scrawl
To use the keypad on my phone
Is frustrating and difficult
I showered this morning
With the help of nurse Skye
It was frustrating and difficult
Eating my hospital meals
Is frustrating and difficult
To walk anywhere, any distance
I need the assistance of my nurse
It’s frustrating and difficult
I’ve been here before
Eighteen long years ago
Then, I was caring for Carole too
It was very frustrating and difficult
I’m feeling alienated against the norm
My body is worn and torn
Life is frustrating and difficult.
I’m wishing for a chance to be reborn
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Dear readers, if you so desire, please read this article below by BottomLessCoffee, it’s an interesting idea, and one I’m already participating in by sending off this post. Help Me, Help You.
Q. What is the one thing all of us Bloggers want?
A. Circulation!
We all have a skill and that is writing and expression. We all have different styles and genres. I’ve been giving shout outs to a few of you on every podcast in the hopes of helping others to find you.
I want to propose a sharing promotion. If you want me to give your blog or business or social media a shout out on my next podcast, please use the comment section to notify me of whatever it is. Be sure to provide the links, so I can put them in the description of the podcast.
Whenever I publish a podcast, I also promote it on my blog. This way, both listeners and readers have access to the exact same information.
With all of this being said, I want more circulation as well. So, please give me a shout-out on your blog and other social media as well. Please include my links also.
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/bc007
https://bottomlesscoffee007.com
We all want circulation, real circulation. Help me help you. Who knows maybe someone will become $uccessful. It’s worth a shot and it doesn’t cost anything!
If you want me to promote your business, then the flip side of this is you must have the links to my blog and my podcast on your companies website (easy to find and somewhere where it will stand out).
My last caveat is this, there is no such thing as bad publicity. With that being said, it is on each individual to decide what they will say about the other’s. I will not read from a script and I would not expect you to either.
Let me know!!!
Hello dear readers, the poem below was originally hand written 2 weeks ago, during my stay in Isolation, and It was up on my Isolation Room’s Whiteboard, so I’ve decided to type up the poem, with a few minor changes and present the words again here today.
Your sky above
My sea below, our air in between
A cloudless dream
Floating on a gentle stream
Drifting across flat shiny pebbles
Emitting flat parallel beams
Carrying visions of hope
Hope for future scope
Time, to be wiped clean
Cleansed by soothing rain
Revealing warm sunshine again
Warm sun-rays, instead of dead X-rays
Removing yesterday’s old creams
Finding today’s new dreams
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Hello dear readers, today’s poem is the 3rd one to be published in the Geelong Writers Poetry Anthology 2018, the poem is called “A Friend” , and I think it’s a powerful piece, that we all can probably associate with. Again I’m very pleased that this poem has finally been published.
A Friend
do you have a friend
that’s bound in a cocoon
living on egg-shells
broken by sickly X-ray beams
their life’s virtual hell
and for whom you want to scream
unconditionally you’ve given your love
now they’re tired
waiting
for help
from above
“Colour Me In”
