Understanding our time
Is no easy rhyme
After self-destruction
There is resurrection
After the fall
There is winter and spring
After the blossom
There is fruit to eat
After last years sour feast
There is nature’s regeneration
At our feet
After the cycle repeats
Can our dirty clouds be revived?
To rebirth our wheat
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Do Snails Go To The Ballet?”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >>
https://coffeehousewriters.com/snails-go-to-ballet/
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
there is a darkness
within us all
waiting i confess
for that beckoning call
i am a mere man
her glass jar
folds in my hand
housing her lonely star
like lava bleeding into the sea
her beckoning green eyes
did melt me
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
my darkest past
lives within
my newest cast
of a sunset’s east wind
i am back to reality
a speck in the crowd
writing about my journey
dreaming aloud
dream-times
are my best rhymes
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
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On Weekly Prompts, the monthly Colour Challenge is; The Golden Hour. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE. and my poem “Pure White Gold” is my response to today’s prompt ..
Pure White Gold
we all have our worth
here on mother earth
the apple I ate today was pure white
did I do wrong, or was I right?
to have that unadulterated bite
knowing all eyes do not share my golden insight
it is a crying shame
that our dreams are not all the same
who is to blame
for this loveless game
please give us some hope
so we may live to cope
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Over at Go Dog Go Cafe’s, Throwback Friday segment, I posted my revised poem, “Below An Alien Sky”
Originally this poem was called “Below A Loyal Sky”, but today I have slightly revised, the July 2018 piece, for today’s article.
Below An Alien Sky (Revised)
I hide behind a mask
You’ll hear me ask
At the veil sales
Lurking in the back pews
Sneaking a view
Through a curtain of bamboo
Below the indigo-blue sky
I am just a loyal alien spy
Protecting my Prussian blue eyes
Ivor Steven (c) May 2018
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 4 years, and writing poems for 20 years. Of course a lot of my poems are…
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Featured Image Above: By Derrick Knight, and I am sincerely grateful to Derrick for allowing me to use his wonderful photos here in collaboration with my poems.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
The air I breathe
Purifying within
free to leave
free as the wind
I wonder at nature’s freshness
early in the morning
we take her for granted
our perennial mother earth
nurturing a new start to every day
I wish mankind could
begin afresh like her
Searches are many
answers unwound
mirrors our insanity
until eyes hear sound
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
This week the Wednesday Challenge from Weekly Prompts is; OVERTHINK. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . And today I have been “Overthinking” to make any sense out of my thoughts during the writing of my poem tonight …
Waiting at the Door
I was waiting last year
waiting last month
waiting last week
waiting yesterday
I am waiting again tonight
do I wait for tomorrow?
I might as well keep waiting
wait for what I have been waiting for
wait for that revolving door
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
The scars never sleep
love, pain, go beyond skin-deep
underneath they weep
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
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