Furious
fickle fugacious*
and dysfunctional fungus
needs fumigation
*Fugacious, meaning: fleeting, volatile ..
Ivor Steven (c) January 2021
Furious
fickle fugacious*
and dysfunctional fungus
needs fumigation
*Fugacious, meaning: fleeting, volatile ..
Ivor Steven (c) January 2021
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Today my dragon poem was intirely inspired by a photo from Derrick Knight’s fabulous site.. With Derrick’s kind permission, his frozen dragon photo is featured above. You may visit his corresponding post via clicking on this link >> https://derrickjknight.com/2021/01/08/twilight-haze/
My Dragon, Frozen In Time
My Dragon has been treated harshly
For his mischievous nine crimes
He was cruelly chained in poison ivy
And mystically frozen in time
I am allowed to ship him back home
Encased in a huge wooden box
In a straw-lined crate he looked like a giant gnome
We set sail around Cape Horn towards the land of shamrocks
I am hoping a return to his homeland
Might snap my Dragon out of his ice-age state
There atop the cliffs of the Isle of Aran
With the roaring Atlantic winds to thaw his scaly breastplate
Ivor Steven (c) January 2021
For thirty years
We fought off the fears
We survived the drowning tears
We always did
Your every extra day
Was a wondrous array
We pursued life’s ballet
We always did
Your olive eyes always smiled
We promised each other an emerald isle
We danced across life’s blackened tiles
We journeyed through time’s gruelling miles
We lived a grateful and humble lifestyle
We always did
The story is engraved
Under my eyelids
“We’ll Make It Through”, by Ray LaMontagne
Had our share of the pain
Of the clouds, and the rain
Lean on me
And I’ll lean on you
And together, we’ll get through
We always do
We always do
I know you’re scared ’cause
You can’t see the light
You toss and turn through the night
Holdin’ me
And I’m holdin’ you
And together, we’ll get through
We always do
We always do
We always do
Where do you go, when there’s no road to follow?
Faces look hollow, only strangers to you, now
Where do you turn, when this livin’ starts to burn through
Layers that you learned wrap around your heart somehow
I turn to you
I always do
I always do
I turn to you
I know you’re scared
Can’t see the light
Gotta believe it’s gonna be alright
Lean on me
And I’ll lean on you
And together, we’ll get through
We always do
We always do
We always do
We’ll make it through
We always do
We always do
Ivor Steven (c) January 2021
Featured Image Above: The cakes I received for Christmas !!



A Naughty Sweet Tooth
I am walking empty streets
Looking for a lost news sheet
For the information about me
That I saw nailed to yesterday’s Christmas tree
There must be a meeting place
For one’s like me, hiding in disgrace
Who have eaten too many cakes
And are addicted to the sweetest bakes
Where do I find Cake-oholics Anonymous?
I need to be saved from my wantonness
So I can re-float my over loaded Nautilus
Surely I am not the only one?
With a naughty sweet tooth in the gun.
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2021
A Mist Of Summer Kisses
My heart was pulsating
Like a child’s first day at the beach
Excitedly wide eyed, a wondrous sight
A vast seaside water world
My lips tasted the sea air
My hips plunged into refreshing salt water
The waves were not too steep
The ocean was not too deep
I’m almost alive
I’m almost at home
Here at the Ocean Grove beach
Here in ecstasy, sun, sand and surf
The place where friends meet
The home of Tullawalla
The house where imagination began
The universe of my creative waves
Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019
My heart was pulsating
Like a child’s first day at the beach
Excitedly wide eyed, a wondrous sight
A vast seaside water world
My lips tasted the sea air
My hips plunged into refreshing salt water
The waves were not too steep
The ocean was not too deep
I’m almost alive
I’m almost at home
Here at the Ocean Grove beach
Here in ecstasy, sun, sand and surf
The place where friends met
The home of Tullawalla
The house where imagination began
The universe of my creative waves
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2021
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Here’s a poem I wrote in February 2020, and our world is still needing more “Love”
Another Nineteen Steps to the Top
On a mountain top
I am a rock
A timeless clock
A window into nature’s lock
Understanding the life of trees
I share the knowledge within me
Be sunrise, or sunset of my disdain
My emotions of standing here in the rain
Flood the burning trees of my pain
Life will always be, pain or love
Our journey’s are ordained from above
Pain tests the depth of my love
Strength within my soul, is carried by my dove
Eternal is the saga of, pain and love
We never really owned it
We forgot how to extol it
We could not wear it
We’re naked without it
We need to restart, and resubmit
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
Upon The Highest Mountain. Lyrics, by ‘Lake of Tears’
I still dream of the mountains, where I used to be a king
King of all the outer realms, how I wish to return…
“Welcome back, my son, I have waited for a long time
Waited for the king to return, I have something to show you
Upon the highest mountain, way up by the horizon
Lies an ancient path, the path of the gods…”
I’ve climbed the mountains high
And walked among the clouds
I’ve reached the outer realms
Seen past the fields of wild-grown flowers
“Seek the opening of sanguine painted clouds
Carried gently upon caressing winds
There by the boundaries of seldom broken lines
Lies the way…”
These sanguine clouds I saw
Appear the heaven’s shore
Swept by the woken wind
Stray in the garden of tranquillity
“See through the many eyes of the dragonfly
Hear the flowers bloom in early spring
And see the lines of life untouched by time
Upon the way…”
All the stars are yours to hold
in your hands
All the stars are yours to share
with those there
Faerie choirs sing
And gently flap their wings
And by this creek so small
Gathered slowly, drinking unicorns
“Stray pilgrim, god to be
Stray wanderer, all these realms belong to thee”
“Stray pilgrim, god to be
Stray wanderer, all these realms belong to thee”
Small creatures coming near
Then turn to disappear
All while the faeries sing
Ode to waters, ode to the winds
“Stray pilgrim, god to be
Stray wanderer, all these realms belong to thee”
The path of the gods…
My key is low and unopened
My sea has been a rough ocean
My year could be right or wrong
My dreams are in this year’s theme song
And on those dark foggy days
When I cannot clearly see the way
Unsure but steadily I shall walk on through
To see beyond the fog, where my sky is still blue
I am to be always thankful
That I didn’t lose myself under life’s waterfall
I am to be always honest with myself
And not expect too much from my old bookshelf
Ivor Steven (c) January 2021