Month: April 2020

Beyond the Dawn

Today I’m posting another article for the weekend challenge from “Weekly Prompts”, which is: Up and Down. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>Here .    My response below is a poem inspired by being able to venture out for a daily walk and observing the sky above…..

 

 

Beyond the Dawn

 

On my walks, of ups and downs

I do gaze at our covering crown

Yesterday I saw our cloudy sky

That darkening sea of grey

Today between whispering puffs

I saw an ocean of blue tufts

Tomorrow I wonder about the sun

Beyond the dawn of what’s to come

 

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020

An Old Book Shuts, a New Door Opens

This weekend the challenge from “Weekly Prompts” is: Up and Down. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>Here .    My response below is a poem about, the ‘downs and ups’ of our worlds situation at the moment….

 

An Old Book Shuts, a New Door Opens

 

Today I question myself

What do I see?

Upon my worlds’ lower shelf

There! An open wider drawer

Containing a treasure chest

A vast crater of potential

 

An orb with a mystical two piece door

The doors’ bottom half’s pale blue

Like yesterday’s fading blue moon

A book of old testaments

 

The doors’ top half’s bright yellow

A gateway of gilded gold

The book of tomorrow’s future

The new prophecy of days under the sun

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)

 

 

I Broke The Isolation Rules

In my home, I’d become a stranger

I couldn’t stand it any longer

So I entertained a guest today

A girl Emmie came to stay

Sweetly a companion blissfully pleasant

Not a great conversationalist

But her body language

Was gracefully warm and honest

And with first eye contact

I bowed to her demands

 

I guided her around my ranch

And after a scrumptious lunch

We went for a walk together

Despite the cold and windy weather

The outing in nature’s conditions

Didn’t dampen our joint ambitions

Of later resting on my comfy lounge-chair

Where I gently patted her curly hair

 

 

 

 

Coffee and Cake

 

Coffee and Cake

 

While shoppers are seeking toilet rolls for their bedpans

And busy emptying the shelves of silver-beet

I’m a traditional coffee and cake man

Who craves something tasty and sweet

Direct from the old bakery van

Like a coconut and chocolate wafer treat

With a freshly brewed coffee at hand

And a jovial chat, via a friendly meet

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020..

As Life Went By

 

Above Drawings: by Kerri Costello, my niece, who lives near Philadelphia (Bensalem)

Today’s poem, first appeared on my blog site in July 2017, however I’m not sure when I wrote the original piece….. I know the words where written during Easter “Once Upon Time”….. maybe 7 years ago ?

 

As Life Went By

 

You’re like an infant of mine, a distant cloud in the sky

Always ever present, not able to cry

You’re like a teen of mine, who somehow learnt to fly

Always gliding high, and passing her by

 

You’re like a child of mine, I lost on Good Friday

Always ever present, not able to cry

You’re like an ex-girl of mine, her first words were a lie

Always chasing the answer, by using her thighs

 

You’re like a friend of mine, who left on Good Friday

Always ever present, not able to cry

You’re like a lady of mine, her only instinct was to try

Always seeking final peace, as life went by

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

Sage Bush At Guard Tower Twelve(Revised)

This week’s Wednesday Challenge on the “Weekly Prompts” site is the word BOUNDARIES. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>HERE  . Below is my poem about the biggest social boundary every put in place on this planet !!

 

Sage Bush At Guard Tower Twelve

 

I’ve been on the run for weeks

Heading towards the Great Wall

From atop this steep hill

My nose tells me, I’m close

And I smell that distinctive sage aroma

Knowing, the sage bush is nearby

Below the gateway to guard tower twelve

My old bones shake and shiver

The Mongolians are closing quickly

Spears and arrows aquiver

 

Fear grips me, and I crawl low

Fingers grasping this granite boundary

Block after block, of the giant blockade

Frightened, I’m too scared to fall

Onto those deadly steel blades

And cold rugged rocks below

I clamber higher, step after step

Finally there above, I see my wish

The flowering sage bush

Mauve blooms bowing in the breeze

My chest sighs and heaves

I clear my lungs, and scream

Soon I’ll be free, as I see

Near the sage bush at guard tower twelve

The Emperor’s warriors, my reprieve

Saved, I fill the Royal message bag with sage leaves

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020.

Remembrance Colours (Revised)

Time moves pass, This Lost Shadow

Words written, of your last May Day

Timed out at one-fifteen

An afternoon, so vividly clear

Words flowed for a tragic play

Remembering my Gracious Lady

A Midday Sun, and you were gold

Words of moonlight and silvery nights

Words under stars, we were cold and bold

Words upon oceans, purples and blue

Words on fire, Smouldering beams

Words of Rain In May, your favourite green

Words cry tears of Liquid Joy, a mellow alloy

Words like an eternal vault  In My Mind

Words of sorrow and tomorrow

Words of love and you were my dove

A life colours, you were every hue

A life story, coloured and true

The words in Italic, are all referring to poems of mine that have appeared on my blog site here since I started on June 7th 2017,  https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/11/09/this-lost-shadow-3/   https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/09/06/gracious-lady/   https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/10/19/a-midday-sun/   https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/07/07/smoldering/   https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/01/12/rain-in-may/             https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/06/07/a-few-words/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/04/17/in-my-mind/

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

From Dust We Grow

You’ve the wings of a gazelle

My graceful Rapunzel

You’ve the spirit of a lion

For you, my soul will keep climbing

You’ve fruit still to bear

My eyes in awe, stare

You’ve a tall elegant style

For you, my lips will always smile

 

You’ve the soft arms of an angel

But my heart knows, soon you’ll be disabled

The winter will bury you in snow

And I’ll wait ’til spring for you to regrow

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020