I’m keeping the celebrations up, of my two years here on WordPress. Here’s another one of my earliest poems, which was originally written seven years ago, but first posted on my blog, June 8th 2017.
Haven’t Seen You For A While
Woke up dreaming of your petite smile.
And pondering, I haven’t seen you for a while.
That generous grin, making you so cute.
So pleasing, and so alluring, seems to suit.
Dreaming of your grace and gorgeous style.
And thinking, I haven’t seen you for a while.
The glow on your face, reminiscing sweet things.
A silky smooth body, with all it’s offerings.
Dreaming of your thighs, where the harp sings.
And sensing, I haven’t seen you for a while.
The sweat of our loving, a distant past.
‘Twas pure lust, sharing to the last.
Dreaming of your love, and more tender scenes.
And realising, I haven’t seen you for a while.
Please take the time to listen to Damien Rice, sing and play live, this amazing version of his song “I Remember”
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Heart soothing 😍
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Thank you Hanna for your kind words.
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You’ve written this so much grace, Ivor. The hint of sensuality…done so tastefully. I love the harp line. And the repetition of the title phrase adds so much flavour and packs a punch to your poem. Beautiful!
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Thank you Nandita, I put this poem in Carole’s funeral booklet, and your analysis of my words are exactly what I was trying to express, because that’s the way we were.
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It was a delightful read, my friend. Your love for Carole is so touching and inspiring.
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It’s all sparkly… 😀
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How love truly develops
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Thank you Derrick, truly love your comment.
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So graciously beautiful😍
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Thank you Ortensia, graciously is definitely the right word for her…
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Eternally elegant.
Lovely job Ivor.
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Thanks Peter, it’s a favourite of mine.
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How Beautiful Ivor
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Thank you Sue, I appreciate your words and dear friendship.
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And I yours Ivor 🙂
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OMG! The melty feeling of warmth in this! Breathe sigh all over this! She is smiling I’m sure! 😑😘
Your have a way with words you lovely man!!!😍
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Thank you dear friend, my words were special melty ones for her.
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This is beautifully erotic Ivor! 🙂
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Thank you Dabir
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Your welcome Ivor 🙂
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This shows the wonder and depth of your love for your Carole. ☺💛
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Thanks Walt, This song probably sums it all up for me.
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Your word choice of such a loving subject and the tone throughout this poem are so lovely, Ivor.
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Thank you Kayla, I’ve been crying all morning doing these replies, don’t worry they’re Ivor’s tears of “Liquid Joy”
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Glad to hear it 🙂
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I really like the repeating line, “I haven’t seen you for a while.” that has been slightly altered each time. A softening of not wanting to say goodbye.
You write from the heart Ivor.
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Thank you Ali, I suppose that’s my forte in my poems. 😊 💛
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Every time I read “I haven’t seen you for awhile” it felt very distinct like you were talking directly to her, and that you will see her again. Your love is beautiful Ivor.
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Yes, I’m always talking to her, and of course she’s still smiling at my cute words, she used to say my poems were cute 😊
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She was right. But they are more than ‘cute’. They are full of passion Ivor.
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I suppose my heart gets in the way ❤️
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Oh I don’t think it gets in the way. I think it leads the way. 🙂
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Gorgeous xxx
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Thank you Amberley xx
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😙😙😙
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Lovely thoughts Ivor!
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Thank you Arlene for your lovely comment.
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That is so tender, Ivor…
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Thank Calen, yes I’m a tender sentimentalist
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Sensual and endearing poem, Ivor. I’ve often wondered if those who have lost a partner or spouse have missed the physical intimacy shared. I also love the playfulness of your words. 💋
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Hi Rose, clever of you to pick up my overall undertone of playfulness, and joy, because that’s the way we were. 😊
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Congratulations on your 2 years. 🎉🎈🍰🙂
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It’s been a good journey for me, Thank you Adnama…
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Good to hear, and you are Welcome Ivor.
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Beautiful, sweet.
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She was the sweetest lady xx
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Do harp on … like a well plucked song 👍
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I love the harp 🤗
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Under the light
of a silvery moon
with such a poem
you’d make the ladies
melt and swoon
as struck in the heart
with a poetic harpoon 😎
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The harpoon is now removed
My heart has plenty of room
For a lovin’ spoonful…..
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A spoonful of diamonds
and gold to you, Ivan 👍
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. . . or Ivor 😎
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SIGH 🙂
Carole is watching over you and holds you as you slumber and dream…this poem still brings a smile to her face because although you haven’t seen her in awhile…she sees you always.
((((HUGS)))) 🙂
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I know she’s with me as I travel my journey, my tears are her way of sending messages….. haha she sends me lots of reminder messages xxxx
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Lovely, calming and heartfelt, Ivor. 🙂
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Yes, it was a very special poem, for a very special lady ❤️🤗😊
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Beautiful memories of your loving relationship with Carole, Ivor. ☺️
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Before are MS battles, we a most perfect 7 years.. xxx
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“Dreaming of your thighs, where the harp sings”…oh my, this sends tingles through me! Your love for Carole is so evident here! What a blessing the time you had together. ❤️
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Our time together was precious, through health, then sickness.. ❤️😊
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Always…❤️❤️
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