End Of Day
I was told by a crafty old toad
That my journey was a “No through road”
But he did not say, “The wrong way”
Nor did he infer, “No way”
So, I kept traveling that way
Along my lonely causeway
Towards the end of day
To be farther away
From a world in decay
Ivor Steven © May 2022
I look
upwards
there
on spiraling
warm air
a white petal
fluttering
like a dove
between
here and heaven
hovering
on a cloud of love
there
waving
from above
my angel
forever
faithful
I wave
“oh, my love,
aren’t you tired yet?”
Ivor Steven (c) May 2022
A special poem I wrote, after I’d taken my Lady to hospital for the last time, on the day of her 65th birthday. ten years ago. Hello Carole, and I wonder if you still wonder that I wonder, wishing upon your celestial star…….
Under The Snow.
We emanate to a birthday.
We deflate to a final day.
Birthdays, they all come, they all go.
Birthdays, in the sunshine, under the snow.
Birthdays, slow to mature, quickly an aeon.
Birthdays, before we are born, after we are gone.
Birthdays, hanging on by a breath.
Birthdays, nailed to a cross ’til death.
What’s it all mean to be alive and cry.
What’s it all mean to live and to die.
Ivor Steven. (c) May 2022
Horses, Lizards, and Hummingbird Cake
Dreaming
With eyes wide open
I rejoice
Beyond, earth, sky,
Moon, sun, and stars
Here today
With eyes open wider
I rejoice
In my surroundings
Dogs, horses,
Lizards, and birds
With eyes smiling
I rejoice
In life’s foolish moments
Chocolates, coffee,
And a hummingbird cake
Ivor Steven (c) May 4th 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 “Life is a Bowl of Fudge”, 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/life-is-a-bowl-of-fudge/
Ivor Steven (c) May 3rd 2022
Walking in the rain
Wearing water-logged boots
I am dodging millipedes
And hopping over puddles
With the footpath crickets
I see a universe above the sky
As the liquid clouds
Drop their weight
Upon my empty hands
Filling them with verses
Of memories and rhymes
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
I wrote this poem while I was on a Pacific cruise to the New Calendonian Islands, in April 2018. We only had one rough day, but that managed to influence me enough, to pen this dreamy piece that night …
Rolling On By
I am swishing and swirling
splashing and crashing
up and down
I am thrown aground
stumbling around
swaying under her calming horizon
she soothes my rough landing
caresses my awakening eyes
dazed, I knowingly smile
and watch her wings wave goodbye
Ivor Steven (c) April 2018
Early July 2017, my blog/website was only 3 weeks old when I wrote this abstract poem, ‘Fruit Loopy’ … hmmm … and I am not sure what my thoughts were at the time … but I had only been in my new little abode for 5 months, and I was finishing off building the verandah, and starting to create a courtyard garden … I suppose I was “dreaming” about how much Carole would have loved my new home, so hence the “funny title”
Fruit Loopy
The juices of expectation
are upon me again.
Dreaming of yesteryear
and clambering for today.
Through my pores
a taste of sweetness.
My apple of love
the fruit for tomorrow.
Ivor Steven (c) July 2017
Look above the ugly pylons
Away from that slimy Russian python
Beyond those strangling power lines
There is a luminous cosmic sign
Piercing our dark thunderous skies
Wearing an ancient peacetime disguise
In a temple full of untainted eyes
Anticipating the worlds next golden sunrise
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
My internal battle is never ending
Neither won nor lost
My opponent is my ghost
I forgive with the morning dew
And my regrets are few
There is two breaths in every moment
The first one kisses our heart
The second breath caresses our soul
True love is hard to find
And impossible to define
When found, be exceedingly kind
Love can spellbind your mind
But blindly, love is not declined
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
