

Listen and Learn
Listen to her ways
Observe nature’s Harmony
Follow her today
Ivor Steven (c) January 2021.


Listen and Learn
Listen to her ways
Observe nature’s Harmony
Follow her today
Ivor Steven (c) January 2021.
Forget yesterday’s unopened letters
Roll-up the sleeves of our winter sweaters
Clean-up the planets dirty carburetors
And reassemble last years scattered leggos better
Vaccinate our vulnerable from unknown carriers
And protect our hardworking warriors
Beware of societies unforgiving enemies
And expand your personal boundaries
It’s time to become a world community
And fight for the future of humanity
Ivor Steven (c) January 2021
Featured Image Above: A Haiga, a drawing by my niece Kerri, with my attached Haiku
I’m a member of an on-line photography group, which has been interesting and fun for me. Each day we have a different topic/prompt to do, and yesterday’s topic was “Haiga”; Haiga is a style of Japanese painting that incorporates the aesthetics of haikai. Haiga are typically painted by haiku poets, and often accompanied by a haiku poem. Like the poetic form it accompanied, haiga was based on simple, yet often profound, observations of the everyday world. Stephen Addiss points out that “since they are both created with the same brush and ink, adding an image to a haiku poem was… a natural activity.” Well below I am sharing with you my response to the prompt. The pen and ink picture was painted by Carole in 1975(the year we met), and I wrote the attached Haiku in 2019.

Ivor Steven (c) January 2021
Today I am presenting the second ‘5min’ poem that I wrote during Ali Grimsham’s ‘Writing Circle’ Zoom meeting I attended on Monday. Here is the page link to get more information about the next writing circle. https://flashlightbatteries.blog/online-writing-circles/ Tickets by donation. All are welcome.
I Have Been Here Before
do I need to be anywhere else
but be near the ocean’s caressing waves
where my heart feels complete
with warm sand between my toes
and a cool breeze to tingle my bones
as the sea salt dries on my skin
for now. ‘I am almost alive’ *
here. ‘I am almost at home’ *
away from life’s plastic chrome
** these words, ‘I am almost alive’ and. ‘I am almost at home’ are from Leonard Cohen’s song, ‘The Goal’
Ivor Steven (c) January 2021
Yesterday I attended a ‘Writing Circle’ poetry group meeting, hosted by Ali Grimshaw, via a Zoom video link-up, and “Invisible Miracles” was one of the poems I wrote during the session. You can visit her Writing Circle site by clicking on this link > https://flashlightbatteries.blog/2021/01/02/poems-from-the-circle-8/
Invisible Miracles
I am not black nor white
I am not day nor night
I am neither sand nor sea
I am not a flower or a bee
I am not wrong or right
I am not heavy or light
I am Clear and free
I am a cool ocean breeze
I am a song we breathe
I am the air from our trees
I am a star above your grave
I am a shy sound wave
I can be brave
I am your invisible slave
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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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.
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