Improvidently Dying (Voicing His Resignation To God)
[Steven Ilchev, 1992]
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As a baby that boy was destined to believe
That before he'd read and write a word in anger
He'd be fertilising all the way the poisoned soil of a
Wrecked peasant land
So, he would stare in the haze
To set his battered heart ablaze
As he strolled along the road to Thee
The blue horizon was a mockery of him
A mockery of his innocence and lack of
Strength, he would lie down shelled in agony
His eyes fixated on the shark of death slaying him
Unkindly in his padlocked bed
For the young boy's limping through his devastating
Sickness, frying in hot tears, improvidently dying
Improvidently dying, the little creature cries
Its ailing body's drowning in the creamy swamp of
Flies!
The little 'un has seen the eaters of his life
The cutters of a bread-like thread of heart
The little boy was scolded throughout
The days of cold, beside the hostile snowflakes he
Was told:
"Soon you'll be away, you trembling, dying ray
Your joy will never start, from mummy and daddy
You'll depart!"
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
"The Mersey Written Glide" by Steven Ilchev, 2010
The Mersey Written Glide
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by: Steven Ilchev, 2010
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Dedicated to the Scribe Of Merseyside, Jennifer M. Smedley
and her enchanting novel "Snofjell"
There is a Lady Jennifer
A scribe of Merseyside
Her linguist's rhythmic outlook
Intrigues the written glide
She gives her readers images
That paintings strive to share
For aeons with some shoving wiggles
They haven't got the glare
On Merseyside, there is a scribe
She has the world engrossed
Well, all her readers circle round
The soothing literary toast!"
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by: Steven Ilchev, 2010
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Dedicated to the Scribe Of Merseyside, Jennifer M. Smedley
and her enchanting novel "Snofjell"
There is a Lady Jennifer
A scribe of Merseyside
Her linguist's rhythmic outlook
Intrigues the written glide
She gives her readers images
That paintings strive to share
For aeons with some shoving wiggles
They haven't got the glare
On Merseyside, there is a scribe
She has the world engrossed
Well, all her readers circle round
The soothing literary toast!"
Saturday, 11 December 2010
"Clearest Romance Lakeland" (2010) by Steven Ilchev
Clearest Romance Lakeland
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by: Steven Ilchev, 2010
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Dedicated to the fragrant Gardenia Dame Sue who reminds me time and again
just why it is o so worthwhile to breathe intensely and scorn
all bile
My rambling mind is singing still,
Soprano-saluting the siren-songbook hill
Of the breath you transfer on romance's
Clearest lakeland, that stretch of
Life itself in woodlandic tingle-drama
O help thy joyous self to all my ardent garlands
For they exist for only you, and you alone in
Rocky Valley, that Cornish privacy
Outside Tintagel, impossible for all else
To decode
Haunting whispers, sprightly caressing
Nibbling tenderly with all my might is I
My arms' in-built harpsichord's so
Tone-somersaulting in that Heaven so
Versed in longing's adagio selfless cry
The only days for which I'm feeling grateful
Are those that radiate your luminous halo
Those days, those days, I'd monkey up
The stage, the stage set for all barbaric
Senses to rot upon my very person uncaged
That stage, that stage I fear not,
I fear nothing as I dedicate more pieces
Of my simplicity to your sophisticated
meaningful ways, so sensual in biblical
thunderbolting, starry-skied lakelands
That stage, woodlandic, hyper-mental
On a sole wavelenth in its uncharted register -
The heat of you, you my gardenia - my soul's
Fulfilment and modern-day sacrosanct Rome,
My unpublished desires' forbidden ice-cream cone
My rambling mind is singing still,
Soprano-saluting the siren-songbook hill
Of the breath you transfer on romance's
Clearest lakeland, that stretch of
Life itself in woodlandic tingle-drama.
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by: Steven Ilchev, 2010
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Dedicated to the fragrant Gardenia Dame Sue who reminds me time and again
just why it is o so worthwhile to breathe intensely and scorn
all bile
My rambling mind is singing still,
Soprano-saluting the siren-songbook hill
Of the breath you transfer on romance's
Clearest lakeland, that stretch of
Life itself in woodlandic tingle-drama
O help thy joyous self to all my ardent garlands
For they exist for only you, and you alone in
Rocky Valley, that Cornish privacy
Outside Tintagel, impossible for all else
To decode
Haunting whispers, sprightly caressing
Nibbling tenderly with all my might is I
My arms' in-built harpsichord's so
Tone-somersaulting in that Heaven so
Versed in longing's adagio selfless cry
The only days for which I'm feeling grateful
Are those that radiate your luminous halo
Those days, those days, I'd monkey up
The stage, the stage set for all barbaric
Senses to rot upon my very person uncaged
That stage, that stage I fear not,
I fear nothing as I dedicate more pieces
Of my simplicity to your sophisticated
meaningful ways, so sensual in biblical
thunderbolting, starry-skied lakelands
That stage, woodlandic, hyper-mental
On a sole wavelenth in its uncharted register -
The heat of you, you my gardenia - my soul's
Fulfilment and modern-day sacrosanct Rome,
My unpublished desires' forbidden ice-cream cone
My rambling mind is singing still,
Soprano-saluting the siren-songbook hill
Of the breath you transfer on romance's
Clearest lakeland, that stretch of
Life itself in woodlandic tingle-drama.
Thursday, 9 December 2010
"Rosy Realms' Robotics" by Steven Ilchev, 2010
Rosy Realms' Robotics
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by: Steven Ilchev, 2010
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by: Steven Ilchev, 2010
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Our Mother Nature,
Afflicted deity
Defined by eternally
Loyal raindrops from a silvern
Height unsung
Height unsung
By messianic gestures
Underscored by dolour
The roving rodents of
Robust ritualistic romp
In radical, ridiculously rosy
Underscored by dolour
The roving rodents of
Robust ritualistic romp
In radical, ridiculously rosy
realms' robotics.
"When Leaders Fall And Rodents Stroll" [dedicated to Mr. Lennon of Woolton] by Steven Ilchev, 2010
When Leaders Fall And Rodents Stroll
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Steven Ilchev, 2010
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Steven Ilchev, 2010
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Dedicated to JWOL of Woolton (1940 - 1980)
JWOL, JWOL...
Thirty years is not a long time at all
when leaders fall
and rodents stroll
Who had the gall?
when leaders fall
and rodents stroll
Who had the gall?
In whose name we mould
the seeds of gold
Gold too intrinsically cold...
Heartedly unhearted
the seeds of gold
Gold too intrinsically cold...
Heartedly unhearted
Bartered and carted
through sanguine
pomposity of
revolving-door crustiness?
through sanguine
pomposity of
revolving-door crustiness?
In whose name we mould?...
Wednesday, 1 December 2010
"THE LICHFIELD X-FACTOR 2004" by Steven Ilchev
Nevermind the awesome ITV programme that keeps us royally entertained. Lichfield's blessed alehouse THE KING'S HEAD played host to an engrossing competition each Monday night for over three months in 2004. The contest was known as the Lichfield X-Factor.
Tony Edwards and Sue Carradice were the comperes and the judges panel was the magnificent trio of King's Head locals: Brian, Gordon, and yours truly Steven. Steven would conclude each evening with what he termed the 'show autopsy' or 'post mortem' in a Simoncowellesque tone of voice. That brought a bit of extra spice to the show and it earned many a laughter and cordial boos alike. Why not?
Who could ever forget judges Brian and Steven performing on the night of the final show? Imagine Simon C and Louis W. doing that on the live X-Factor shows? Would that not be a scream? Brian, a seasoned musician who was a member of a good band in the 'SEXTIES' (oh, and he attracted a lot of fanny for his troubles too, he proudly admits) sang an Everly Brothers classic and Steven did a politically-charged version of Lennon's 'Revolution' which kept the crowd roaring along. Steven initially wanted to do either 'Give Me Some Truth' by Lennon or 'Anarchy For The UK" by The Sex Pistols but Tony Edwards had neither on his KARAOKE catalogue. Ah, well!
At first there were twelve contestants. Initially, Tony Edwards and Sue Carradice gave the competitors a free hand as far as song choices were concerned, however, as the latter stages loomed, Judge Steven recommended Themed Evenings. It was Songs from Films, Sixties et al on the agenda as the final phases passed by. The final two that fought it out neck in neck were Gemma and Paul. Paul edged Gemma out on the very last Lichfield X-Factor 2004 evening but in the end this was a competition that was enriched by every brave trooper who stood up in front of an adoring audience and gave their all.
Gemma really won her audience's hearts and mesmerised their minds alike with her performance of Lulu's immortal 'To Sir With Love' on one of the Themed Nights. The song was recommended to Gemma by Judge Steven. Gemma had never even heard of it so she had to seek help from her mum who recorded a copy for her and Gemma practised with unparallelled diligence and determination prior to her performance. It was all the more phenomenal an effort on her part in those circumstances.
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Gemma Massey has since won a local radio show contest which was staged at THE CROWN (formerly Hogshead) in 2006. She had the privilege of switching on the Christmas Lights in Burton-upon-Trent as part of her reward.
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Tony Edwards and Sue Carradice were the comperes and the judges panel was the magnificent trio of King's Head locals: Brian, Gordon, and yours truly Steven. Steven would conclude each evening with what he termed the 'show autopsy' or 'post mortem' in a Simoncowellesque tone of voice. That brought a bit of extra spice to the show and it earned many a laughter and cordial boos alike. Why not?
Who could ever forget judges Brian and Steven performing on the night of the final show? Imagine Simon C and Louis W. doing that on the live X-Factor shows? Would that not be a scream? Brian, a seasoned musician who was a member of a good band in the 'SEXTIES' (oh, and he attracted a lot of fanny for his troubles too, he proudly admits) sang an Everly Brothers classic and Steven did a politically-charged version of Lennon's 'Revolution' which kept the crowd roaring along. Steven initially wanted to do either 'Give Me Some Truth' by Lennon or 'Anarchy For The UK" by The Sex Pistols but Tony Edwards had neither on his KARAOKE catalogue. Ah, well!
At first there were twelve contestants. Initially, Tony Edwards and Sue Carradice gave the competitors a free hand as far as song choices were concerned, however, as the latter stages loomed, Judge Steven recommended Themed Evenings. It was Songs from Films, Sixties et al on the agenda as the final phases passed by. The final two that fought it out neck in neck were Gemma and Paul. Paul edged Gemma out on the very last Lichfield X-Factor 2004 evening but in the end this was a competition that was enriched by every brave trooper who stood up in front of an adoring audience and gave their all.
Gemma really won her audience's hearts and mesmerised their minds alike with her performance of Lulu's immortal 'To Sir With Love' on one of the Themed Nights. The song was recommended to Gemma by Judge Steven. Gemma had never even heard of it so she had to seek help from her mum who recorded a copy for her and Gemma practised with unparallelled diligence and determination prior to her performance. It was all the more phenomenal an effort on her part in those circumstances.
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Gemma Massey has since won a local radio show contest which was staged at THE CROWN (formerly Hogshead) in 2006. She had the privilege of switching on the Christmas Lights in Burton-upon-Trent as part of her reward.
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"OPEN MIC EVENTS AT THE KING'S HEAD IN BIRD STREET, LICHFIELD" by Steven Ilchev
Mr. Chris Niven runs the most enthralling weekly event in the magnificent Cathedral City of Lichfield - i.e. Friday night's OPEN MIC at The King's Head alehouse in Bird Street. The traditional freehouse venue in the city centre suddenly emblazons itself with all the nocturnal rays of laughter and basks in the orchestral shower of guitar riffs and muso fantasies galore courtesy of any odd soul that dares entertain a local crowd of interested listeners who suck on their pints of wondrous ales boasting appropriately captivating names such as STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN.
"Play one we all know" is the most overstated yet by the same token most beloved catchphrase in the inimitable pub-performing-arts-amphitheatre that is our beloved King's Head. May the serenading episodes of beauty and ghastliness alike in this home-away-from-home environment never ever cease!
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Mr. Chris Niven is planning to start a recording studio business . He is a seasoned musician and if you fancy an opportunity knocking on your very door you should consider discussing the possibilities for a glittering career in this field with the Cathedral City's guitar virtuoso/folk narrator.
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"Play one we all know" is the most overstated yet by the same token most beloved catchphrase in the inimitable pub-performing-arts-amphitheatre that is our beloved King's Head. May the serenading episodes of beauty and ghastliness alike in this home-away-from-home environment never ever cease!
**************************************
Mr. Chris Niven is planning to start a recording studio business . He is a seasoned musician and if you fancy an opportunity knocking on your very door you should consider discussing the possibilities for a glittering career in this field with the Cathedral City's guitar virtuoso/folk narrator.
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