The midnight bell sweetly chimed
And I saw a bright silver moon
Soon dawn opened my sleepy eyes
And I saw a glowing golden sun
The old alarm did not ring
Arising early is no longer the thing
Today I’m another year older
Sixty-nine years upon my shoulders
Time has worn my aching back
And every ageing bone goes crack
But isn’t there a crack in everything
That’s how the new morning light gets in
Ivor Steven (c) July 20th 2020
Pocket Full Of Stars
I’ve been sleeping with memories
Here in my brother’s house
A home, away from home
I’m quietly laying here
In a warm cosy bed
Happily wiping away stars
From my night-time eyes
And up on the bedroom wall
There’s a picture of tranquillity
A painting familiar to me
Created by the hands of an angel
Pastel sky and a calm blue sea
Precisely how she viewed the world
A place of peace and serenity
I’m smiling under these loving tears
Knowing she’s within me every year.
Ivor Steven (c). July 2020
I’ve walked a long rough road
Granted to me by His hard gavel
A path of highs and lows
Never smooth nor level
Knees were bruised and cut
By slippery tracks of coarse gravel
Tripping over old shoelaces
Untidy and unravelled
Life has been lost and found
During my perpetual travels
But I’ll continue to follow my star
And keep riding the wise man’s camel
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
Vaka (Wake), Lyrics by Sigur Ros
You sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You’re so low
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low
You sigh low
You’re so
(you’re so)
you sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You’re so low
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low
You sigh low
You’re so
Dawn sunshine awakens my weary bones
And I hear the early birds are singing
About my day’s visions of flying towards home
Then I remember the tune and start humming
As the windless sky beckons my ocean spirit
It’s time to travel beyond these noisy urban alarms
Sit upon cool sand, and listen to the waves lyrics
Rhythmically roll into my waiting arms
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
Over the last two weeks I’ve had the pleasure of observing a creative piece of street-artwork evolving on a corner shop wall, at nearby the ‘Box Office Cafe’, where I like to enjoy a coffee and cake… The wonderful painting, inspired me to write this little poem.
A Brick Wall Comes Alive
There, before my smiling eyes
An old brick wall comes alive
A colourful display, growing and flowing
There’s flowers and faces glowing
Within artistic creations of finesse
Upon every brush-strokes progress
The facade’s sharing her party dress
And she’s dancing in the streets to impress
Oh.. At Carolyn’s request, here’s pic’s of my coffee & cakes….
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
Hello, I’m hoping everyone is managing to stay healthy and safe. Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link 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.
In these times of oppressing days
Pressing engagements are on delay
Souls are in need of a valiant Knight
To pull us from this pool of fading light
A quicksand of swallowing gloom
Rules and restrictions clinging to every room
Oh. Brave Knight save us from doom
Roll away the dark stone covering our tomb
Bring us your enlightening thunderbolt
A silver torch of liberty to our vaults
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
I’ve posted this older poem, called “It’s Time” up at ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’s’ Throwback Friday segment..
I wrote the original of this poem a long time ago, but I presented the piece on my blog site on July 2017…. I’ve submitted the poem a couple of times for publication, but alas the piece has yet to be published… maybe ‘it’s time’ to give this poem another try…
It’s Time
We’ll miss you
Mother Earth
Your splendour
And imposing style
From forest canopy’s
To the desert Nile
New creations
Beauty, gone
We’ll lose you
Father Time
Your rhythm
And stoic guile
From ancient history
To the future files
New millennia
Awaiting, gone
Ivor Steven (c) July 2017
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…
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Back in 1972, I was a great fan of the band, ‘Uriah Heep’, and I’d play the song “Wizard” on my record player, every chance I had. The music was magical, and the lyrics superbly depicted the feelings within my heart …. and my visions of a more peaceful and harmonious world, might soon be achieved……. That was nearly 50 years ago, and I vividly remember the song, but I’m afraid the world has forgotten the “Lyrics”
Wizard (a Haiku)
Mysterious dreams
Magicians run amok
Wizards remember
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
The Wizard. Lyrics by Uriah Heep
He was the wizard of a thousand kings
And I chanced to meet him one night wandering
He told me tales and he drank my wine
Me and my magic man kind of feeling fine
He had a cloak of gold
And eyes of fire
And as he spoke I felt a deep desire
To free the world of its fear and pain
And help the people to feel free again
Why don’t we listen to the voices in our hearts
‘Cause then I know we’d find we’re not so far apart
Everybody’s got to be happy
Everyone should sing
For we know the joy of life
The peace that love can bring
So spoke the wizard in his mountain home
The vision of his wisdom means we’ll never be alone
And I will dream of my magic night
And the million silver stars that guide me with their light
Here on the edge of lower earth
Beyond the urban concrete girth
Withering trees are trying to grow
Reaching for that mystical power flow
Hungering for energy from contaminated ground
Not the airwaves of false sonic sound
Man-made arrows cluttering the sky
Unnatural webs soaring high
Bird snatching wires
Hanging on cold steal spires
Carriers of these modern times
The pulse of humanities crimes
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
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