Above, my bedroom space this morning….I’m also linking this poem to “Fae Corps Inc” for their ‘Indie Wednesday’ article, and you may visit their creative site by clicking >Here
Lost In Space
I’m leaving this land of lost grace
And flying off into space
It’s time to run-away
My airship left yesterday
Love is a stowaway in the heart
And love needs a head start
Somewhere in this universe
There’s love in the shepherd’s purse
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
“There’s sweetness in the winter sunlight” … Ivor Steven
This weekend the challenge on Weekly Prompts is; Dessert. …..Please go over and visit their fabulous site, by clicking >>Here. My poem below is about the sweetness of waking up, after a moment of darkness, and the sudden realisation, that I’m still alive.. !!
Hills and Valleys
Far beyond the maddening crowds
Falling through the darkening clouds
My sacred message did arrive
And the neon sign said, “You’re safe and alive”
Again, I managed to survive
As my celestial angel glided by
Glowing upon the gilded wings of her dove
And loudly singing, she cried, “Don’t give up, my love”
Soaring above, she left me a feather
A quill to use, during my valley of rough weather
Her gentle persuasive reminder
To keep on writing, my own agenda
Life does matter, despite the hill’s jumbled mess
And there will be a deliverance from this jungle of stress
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
A wonderful surprise for me this morning and a lovely pick-me-up, to find that my poem “The Sun Arose Again”, had been published at ‘Red Wolf Journal’, and thank you to the editor, Irene, for her kind consideration of my submission…
The Sun Arose Again
by Ivor Steven
There must be a number of silent masks around
Yesterday an old mask flew away at the speed of sound
From behind, the real pieces of what we perceive
Are leftover bones, bleached by sky and sea
Where the worn pebbles lingering in the hand
Fall gently upon lines drawn in the sand
And these new beginnings could be a heavenly gift
As white doves soar above the mourning cliffs
Perhaps the next awakening will be a peaceful one
Full of friendly compassion and wisdom
I’m lucky today, the sun arose again
To light up the hallway, despite the rain
I’ll be the first one to walk out the door
And the only one left here, to see her valour
Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, and has been writing poetry for 19 years. He has had numerous poems…
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Walking this burning deck
Life’s becoming a pain in the neck
Where’s that healing pill
A wellness, instead of this daily swill
Dribbling out of the great white one
Carrying on like a piece of dung
Crazy statements like, “Drink Dettol”
Spewing from his cake-hole
And stupidly, “You loot, we’ll shoot”
Sickly crap off his swanky boots
With a raised Bible in hand
A crooked lightning bolt struck our land
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
Here’s a poem I wrote 14 months ago, and strangely enough, the words are again very appropriate today…..
And today the warm midday winter sunshine, is a caressing light above my “Shangri La”.
Tell Humpty Dumpty
I’m feelin’ groovy
Rockin’
Without reeling
Like a soft shoe shuffle
Floating on air
Without a stumble
No crumbling or tumbling
Tell Humpty Dumpty
To hold the horses
And the kings soldiers
I’ve found my extra pieces
On the other side of the fence
I’ve fallen on my feet
Like a cat with nine lives
Lucky as a four leaf clover
Like a minstrel boy and his violin lover
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
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Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose around the word: “sirens”, and I’m afraid that this poem I wrote 4 hours ago, actually turned into reality for me me at noon today… Luckily I’m now back home from hospital and I’m ok…
Saved By The Bell
Within my dark maze
I could hear a loud siren
In my rigid daze
I am a rock, I am an island
Laying length-ways
Prone on the floor
A bang rang in my subconscious haze
And smashing through the door
They came to rescue me
Greeted by my teary gaze
I was vaguely all at sea
And unable to cry g’day
I had fallen off my cloud
Into a vacant water-well
Covered by a warm grey shroud
Oblivious to those sirens and bells
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
Posing for a passport photo that day
With her usual big smile on display
We were planning to soon travel away
But the visa never got to feel the ocean spray
And no rubber stamps under foreign archways
Maybe at the gates, heaven endorsed her stay
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
Everyone please take care, although restrictions are gradually being lifted, our world is far from being cured or safe…….
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After the cold winter blizzard
There appeared the Snow-lord wizard
Upon a frozen moment in time
Atop icy alpine trees standing in line
Guarding the pure white mountains of rhyme
Home to the forest fairy’s sacred shrine
Their crystal palace above cloud nine
Where divine echos of prayers are in decline
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
Dusty photos hang on the walls
Where reality’s silhouette calls
Her spinning wheel, her smiles, and her soft hands
They were there first, where the hourglass stands
Now cobwebs grow between the frames and windows
Where nostalgia dwells on the lunar shadows
Ivor Steven June 2020
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