A the moment, during another Lockdown situation, I have been reading a book of W.B Yeats poems, called “W. B. Yeats Selected Poems”, which is published by ‘Penguin Classics’ , and I have scanned this poem “Men Improve with the Years” from the book for you to enjoy too. A poem W. B. Yeats wrote in July 1916 …
Ivor Steven (c) June 2021
Like sloppy mud pies
Dark clouds smudge the sky
And hard rain again stings my eyes
A crying deluge floods the soggy plains
And the country has become a contagious drain
Clinging to my eyes and floating on yesterday’s pain
Ivor Steven (c) June 2021
My dying dusk is falling out of bounds
Evening clouds are not making a sound
I cannot hear her moon shadows hit the ground
And I see the silent night being slowly drowned
Then my midnight queen, arises to be crowned
The Goddess of Light, and I am spellbound
Ivor Steven (c) June 2021
Yesterday I sent a comment to Suzanne’s article [The Fork in the Road – Mapping uncertainty (wordpress.com)], and my words were basically the same as my poem below …
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Yes, They Know!
silently waiting
under our sacred Uluru
the ancient rock is ready to erupt
corporate bodies lie
governments lie
banks lie
religious leaders lie
and we the human race
blindly commit suicide
everyday we are damaging mother nature
the lifeblood of planet earth
greed is not a life giving seed
greed only makes the down trodden bleed
and continually queuing up for a feed
greed never listens
to our compassionate or humanitarian pleas
our dreams are being slowly strangled
by mysterious chemicals and noxious weeds
and we are drowning in mercury filled seas
you know what really “Bugs” me
that those despots, who own this stupid world
THEY KNOW
YES YOU KNOW AND I KNOW
THEY KNOW!
Ivor Steven (c) June 2021
Here is another poem that I recently submitted, but failed at the selection table, but again, I am now allowed to publish this piece here on my Website… Enjoy !!
My Faerie Godmother, Joanna
The midnight hour is here, and I am ready to hit the moonlit track
Beyond the starry silence, I hear the mystical forest calling me back
My bones are trembling with nervous anticipation
As I sense faerie dust drifting over the blue-gum plantation
Urging me to visit my faerie godmother, Joanna
My days with her are always fun, especially playing with her pet goanna
Her tiny cottage is near the coastal village of Ulladulla
On the banks of the mysteriously green lake Coonawarra
Where auntie Joanna flits about in the purple shadows of her Jacaranda trees
While teasing and dancing in between her pet goanna’s crooked knees
I have been hiking for hours and dawn is breaking
And I pause to bask in the morning’s magical awakening
However, the air is far too still, and I feel something is amiss
Usually, my auntie would be flitting about to playfully blow me a kiss
Then the local mayor comes forward with the sad news about Joanna
My faerie godmother has been eaten by her pet goanna
Ivor Steven (c) June 2021
Today’s poem “Untethered”, is also uncaptured … a submission of mine that failed at the selection table, but not to worry, because now I am allowed to publish the poem here on my websibe …
Untethered
With my back against the setting sun
I will fly toward a placid place, not yet overrun
Where the ground is not made of buried heads and limbs
I will untether my sturdy spacecraft Itmims*
And traverse the universe to discover a new world
Another planet of wonderment, yet unfurled
Where rivers and oceans are crystal clear
And unmasked, I can breathe the atmosphere
Where flowering plains are home to sacred trees
And native fauna roam wild and free
*Itmims, Ivor’s time machine in micro space
Ivor Steven (c) June 2021
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Escapism has stopped
The front door is locked
Curtains block out a ghost town
And the ceiling is pushing down
External light has turned brown
Internal white is sacred ground
Staleness fills the air
An empty shadow stains the chair
Stillness falls inside the box
Burdened by invisible chains and locks
And loneliness tastes like hollow ice-blocks
Ivor Steven (c) June 2021
Again the ‘rebog button’ didn’t work on my ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’ site, so I have copied and pasted my article here on own WP site for my followers to enjoy
‘Morning Whispers’ is a poem I wrote from under the shelter of my courtyard verandah, back in June (winter) 2018 ..
Morning Whispers
whistling palms
visions of calm
looking up and over
my verandah roof
above, neighbouring windbreak trellis
through the whispering
a drooping willow tree
sheltered aside
by dark-green cypress pines
beyond their leaf’s silhouette
the sky’s a clear
morning blue
no gathering clouds in sight
my future arises bright
Ivor Steven (c) June 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 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20
Floating on my bed of rhyme
I continued to drift in dream time
Reaching out through the window
I imagined what I could borrow
From the world’s future of sorrow
And beyond the blue horizon
On the edge of the Indian Ocean
I grabbed a piece of tomorrow’s sky
Strange, the feeling dazzled my eyes
Then I spied a bright azure hue of daylight
And in the neon view was an ancient site
Nature’s unperturbed, “The Great Australian Bight”
Ivor Steven (c) June 2021
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