My Bird Feeder

This week’s midweek challenge on ‘Weekly Prompts’ is: BIRD FEEDERS.  Please go and visit the fabulous “Weekly Prompts” site by clicking >> Here  

I don’t own a bird feeder as such, but I suppose my verandah roof acts as my permanent bird feeder.  Seeds from my neighbours trees seem to naturally end up landing on my verandah roof. The birds can be quite noisy feathered friends, as they clatter around on my verandah. … but while they are busily chomping seeds on my roof, the birds are forgetting to feast on my ripe ‘Rapunzel Cherry Tomatoe’ bush, and some of my readers, might remember what happens to those who steal from ‘Tomatoe Bush’, for a reminder, you can peruse at this link to that post >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/03/27/how-many-books-do-i-take-on-the-cruise/ …….”BEWARE”…….

Featured Image Above: My verandah roofer, the birds feeding area…!!

Below: My 9ft tall Rapunzel Cherry Tomatoe Bush, higher than the guttering.

 

Below Left: The cherry tomatoe crop              Right: Tomatoes in my Asian salad

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020

 

 

Let Us Make Them Think

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

My Sunday Quotes

Breathe

Breathing slowly, is the key

The calm, opens doors

Fresh air, flows through

Feel love, within you

Reality

Who needs reality

The world is a dying fantasy

Welcome to my dream world

Come with me, have a twirl

Siblings

Sibling love is strong

Through right and wrong

A Cold Soul

The mending of one’s soul

Only time thaws the cold

Theft

The timing is perfect

I’ve nothing to expect

Of what’s left

After life’s grand theft

Love Words

To write a true love poem

You let your heart ink the words

 

Hunters & Collectors Lyrics

“True Believers”
I know your face, I’ve seen it before
A faded memory, a voice through the door
Tell me your name – are you friend or foe?
A star-crossed lover with nowhere to go

True believer you’re an open book
The stalls are empty everywhere you look
So long to a night well spent
You can’t remember where the money all went

You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers

Let’s go dancing in our Sunday clothes
Let’s raise a glass to the life we chose
Can’t believe after all these years
You’re still laughing – it brings me to tears

Sinking slowly – the champagne flowed
I was a child up until you showed
Don’t be ashamed – let there be no regrets
For the nights of madness we can’t forget

You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers

Tell me your name – I’ll keep you in mind
A true heart is the hardest to find
I know your face – I’ve seen it before
A faded memory at the nightclub door

You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers

You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers

True Believers

True Believers

True Believers

True Believers

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

Beyond The Trapdoor

Hi dear readers, I’m home !! Below is the 2nd poem that I had published  in the Geelong Writers General Anthology, 2018.

Beyond The Trapdoor

 

I’ve been there so often

I’ve lost my fear, gone, forgotten

The darkest abyss

Under a cobblestone crest

Opening into a gloomy manhole

Trapdoor to the soul

 

Below the floor

My elbows do score

Over dried out soil

Beneath sticky cobweb curtains

Fingernails claw my way

Toes pushing against crumbled clay

 

No space, dusty tears

No air, dirt I chew

Shouldering under bearers

Squeezing, I burst through

I’m here, there’s a job to do

I begin searching for you

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Quote #5, And, Quote #6

            “The sound of nature

            the voice of our future

              rings loud and clear

the Symphony of life we need to hear”       

– Ivor Steven

 

                        **********

 

 ” Where there is nature, there is life

       without nature there is no life”             

– Ivor Steven

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

3.2.1 Quote Me! – “Positive Attitude”

Many thanks to Beckie of, Beckie’s Mental Mess , for selecting me to join in her wonderful game called, ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!” .  please make a point in checking her site out.  It’s full of so many interesting stories, and she’s always lots of fun.

Rules:

Thank the Selector

Post 2 Quotes for the dedicated Topic Of The Day.

Select 3 Bloggers to take part in the ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’

Note:  Although this is the topic for today there is no specific deadline for it, meaning you can answer as and when.

                   Topic For Today:  Positive Attitude

My Quotes for Today Are:

“Real true love is beautiful, with kindness, compassion and consideration being the foundation of every real true love”  — Ivor Steven

” Every little bit we do helps, little steps, after little steps, and in time all the little steps produce one big stride towards achieving our goals” — Ivor Steven

“Whatever you create artistically, is the positive result of your thoughts becoming reality”  —  Ivor Steven

“Music feeds our senses and soothes our souls” — Ivor Steven

My 3 Bloggers For Today Are:

1. Trini Lind –  Paths Of The Spirit

2. Linda — Spiritual Dragonfly

3. Laleh — A Voice from Iran

And I’ll end on a positive note with a glorious song by Australian singer/songwriter Alex Lloyd and his classic song, Amazing.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

 

“I See The Universe In A Blade Of Grass”

FIFTY YEARS AGO — WE SANG THIS SONG

 

“I See The Universe In A Blade Of Grass” **

I’m exhausted

And wearing paper-thin

I’ve been crying too often

My salty tears

Have dried my skin

Cracked the corners of my eyes

And etched my chin

My retina’s are burning

X-rays through hedges

My troubled bridge is worn

I cannot see the dawn

I sit alone and stare

At this daily glare

From the children over there

Innocent eyes looking sad and bare

Desperate for care

Gasping for free air

 

** These words are taken from a line in Sean Rowe’s song, The Lonely Maze, 2012.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018