Promote Yourself Monday, Plugged In, I See Only Red, by Ivor Steven, September 16th

Plugged In, I See Only Red Here I am, again on the waiting shelf And strangely, smiling to myself Laying back, in this comfortable chair Reminiscing. My nurse, has curly red hair   She attaches the electrodes to my head And tells me, “Ivor, do not fret” “Relax and close your eyes” For the next thirty … Continue reading Promote Yourself Monday, Plugged In, I See Only Red, by Ivor Steven, September 16th

THROWBACK FRIDAY, This Lost Shadow, by Ivor Steven

Hello dear readers and fellow Barista's. Here I'm posting my first ever published poem, that appeared in a book edited by Gwendolyn Taunton, called Melpomene(2012), click this link here for further details >>https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/17130920-melpomene      I wrote the poem in 2010, and it's a poem that I had luckily saved, because back in the early … Continue reading THROWBACK FRIDAY, This Lost Shadow, by Ivor Steven

Sleeping At Last, A song and lyrics, by a band called ‘Sleeping At Last’, presented by Ivor Steven

Sleeping At Last Hello dear readers, I’ve been entranced by this song by ‘Sleeping At Last’, called ‘Saturn'. The lyrics are purely superb, and have been loudly resonating within my heart over the last few days, and I love how words capture the essence of life and “Existence”, hopefully you’ll enjoy the music and lyrics … Continue reading Sleeping At Last, A song and lyrics, by a band called ‘Sleeping At Last’, presented by Ivor Steven

Throwback Friday. Stroke, And Who’s Left To Row The Boat

Stroke, And Who’s Left To Row The Boat   The storms are too many to count. Emotional lows had weathered me out. And there’s another poem I’d written. “Olive Eyes”, when she was found to be broken. Below I’ve attached the poem link. How much lower could our life sink.   After fourteen years of … Continue reading Throwback Friday. Stroke, And Who’s Left To Row The Boat

Burning The Fears

Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt: The witch doesn’t burn in this one Burning The Fears   I’m frightened, and I’m too scared to wait. And knowingly, I’m arriving late. The ghouls are spying from the hill. And lower fools are poisoning her will. Underneath her, a wicker complete. Above, she’s suspended from a stake. The bonfires started, … Continue reading Burning The Fears