Ivor Steven (c) 2019
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My Going Away Song Choice
Of course, I’ll pick a good Australian band, here I’ve chosen, ‘Augie March’, a lot of you might not have heard of them , from my state Victoria, and a country town called Shepparton. I love this song of theirs, ‘One Crowded Hour’, something like how I’m feeling as I’m heading in the one hour bus trip, to Melbourne airport, getting closer to take off… Yeah….
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
My Good Friday
This lazy day was good to me
After earlier, I wondered
If I’m physically unwinding
Or am I mentally gearing up
I thought, all in good time
My body and mind
Would find their, common landing ground
My morning walk, along the Ted Wilson Trail, felt good
Not too far, but long enough
To know I’d achieved a good number of steps
Then I gave Yorkie two good pedals
Along with two good sessions of balance exercises
Late afternoon, and my travel case’s in good order
Nearly packed, clothes neat and looking good
Not too many sets, but just enough
To feel warm and cool, attired in style
The relaxing day was good for me
And even good, for a piece of poetry
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Time Off, Time’s Awry
Your Wednesday Word Prompt is ‘Time Off’
I’ve had more ‘time off’ over the last 6 months, than I’ve every had ‘time off’ in my entire life. None of the months were an enjoyable ‘time off’. I was sick, bedriden, and hospitalised for those 6 months. I had many dreams and nightmares and they were frightfully vivid during my ‘time off’, I was, always tired, forever sleeping, and trying to recover from my lost ‘time off’…. Here is a typical dream/nightmare, poem from those days of ‘time off’..…. << please check here to visit the “Weekly Word Prompt” site.
Last night I awoke in a pool of blood
Surviving Noah’s great flood
There was no bleeding horse head
It wasn’t a dream, I wasn’t dead
The nightlight died instead
A dark shadow engulfed my bed
Sheets of oozy dripping threads
A deep flowing red
From where, I do dread
Petrified, motionless I’m spread
The hole in my heart is dry
Fearful tears of crystal white I cry
My bloodshot eyes are weeping, time’s awry
Puddles of gore descend from the Boar’s sty
Visions of devils and angels pass my eyes
I’m not ready to say my goodbyes
Am I suddenly being nailed to the cross to die
Or is it, that cupids’ arrow in my thigh
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
My Star In The Purple Sky
Another birthday for my gracious lady, I’ve written a new birthday poem for her this year, I’m beginning a new dawn, somehow, my body has been renewed, I’m wearing new shoes, and I’m flying across those new purple skies, going to New York and Philadelphia. I’ll go gather up new blossoms, and glittering American violet blue stardust, I’ll bring them back for you, and sprinkled the petals of family love, covering you, with a new colourful mauve blanket of love, ….. Oh, I can see your gorgeous everlasting smile,…… there in front of me…….
My Star In The Purple Sky
My morning flowers
Blossomed, a violet blue
For her and me
The sun filtered through
Casting a purple shadow
Over you and I
Delivering our mauve star
Into the distant sky
Where she shines nightly
Looking over you and I
“Distant Sky”
[Nick Cave:]
Let us go now, my one true love
Call the gasman, cut the power out
We can set out, we can set out for the distant skies
Watch the sun, watch it rising in your eyes[Else Torp:]
Let us go now, my darling companion
Set out for the distant skies
See the sun, see it rising
See it rising, rising in your eyes[Nick Cave:]
They told us our gods would outlive us
They told us our dreams would outlive us
They told us our gods would outlive us
But they lied
Let us go now, my one true love
Call the gasman, cut the power out
We can set out, we can set out for the distant skies
Watch the sun, watch it rising in your eyes[Else Torp:]
Let us go now, my darling companion
Set out for the distant skies
See the sun, see it rising
See it rising, rising in your eyes[Nick Cave:]
They told us our gods would outlive us
They told us our dreams would outlive us
They told us our gods would outlive us
But they lied
[Else Torp:]
Let us go now, my only companion
Set out for the distant skies
Soon the children will be rising, will be rising
This is not for our eyes
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I Shower You All, A Thousand Kisses Deep
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
Yes I’ll Be There
Two weeks ago, on Friday 15th I was cleaning out my mailbox, throwing out all those annoying advertising pamphlets, when I happen to notice a little flyer that caught my attention. Yeah ! a book fair to held the next day in the West Geelong Town Hall. I missed last year’s event, and finding the advertisement was a pleasant surprise…. Yes I did go……….Yes I did buy a few books…. Yes the advertising did work… The Weekly Photo Prompt this week is: Advertising
Below: Some of the Poetry books I did discover and subsequently purchased, and I’m sure they’ll make for interesting reading on my flight over to New York…..
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
