I am ecstatic that my poem “Lines To Nowhere”, has been accepted and published in Spillwords Magazine today, and I am very grateful to the editor Dagmara for selecting my piece … Please go over and visit my poem at Spillwords and if you wish, leave a 💗 for my article, by clicking on this link >>
Ivor Steven (c) June 2nd 2023
The mysterious Wilderness … The babbling stream … Frankie guarding the black door
Centre Photo (The babbling stream): by Derrick Knight
> https://derrickjknight.com/2023/05/09/why-did-the-lambs-cross-the-road/
A Frollick of Forest Faeries
Wandering through the mysterious wilderness
I glimpsed a shimmering flicker
From within the woods somewhere
Startled, I stumbled and fell forward
There before me, was a glimmering black door
And the shiny silver padlock was ajar
Curiosity beckoned me to enter
Such a baffling anomaly
Jittering, I cautiously stepped inside
Unexpectedly, splosh, my boots became soaked
I had waded into a small babbling stream
Below a softly gurgling cascade
And there, elegantly fluttering
Above the brooks mossy rocks
A frollick of forest faeries
Magically emerged to fervently welcome me
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Ivor Steven (c) May 2023
In response to Eugi’s Moonwashed Musings Photo Prompt: Skyline … To visit her fabulous site please click on >> Here
Lines To Nowhere (Revised)
As my drapes fell apart
I saw a setting eclipse
And I decided to walk
To the south side of the moon
Carrying my plastic spoon
There, a giant vanilla cheesecake
Rolled over the crusty moonscape
On a giant crumbly base
Topped with blueberries and cream
Laying here in bed, life is but a dream
The midnight skyline begins to drool
Am I a full moon’s fool?
I will meet you at our old school
Down by the empty pool
This time we will not be ridiculed
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Ivor Steven (c) May 2023
For my readers, followers, friends and all those who doubt my connection to our unidentified Aliens, my “Mothership” landed for a visit today, to check-up on how I was handling the planet earth’s present dilemmas, and I’m afraid I had to report that the situation here is stagnant and quite grim.
Time Travelers (Revised)
Zap, a herculean lightning bolt precedes an astrological power surge
Traversing the cobalt skies, like gigantic electric eels
Vividly scoring chords, to hang our biblical words on
Like musical notes on lines of lost dreams and regrets
Soundwaves echoing, poles apart, going north, south, east, and west
Conducting iridescent aurora lights over our purple sunset
Vibrating quasars pulsating from deep inside outer space
Focusing on the huge magnetic Receiving Dish, signaling “An Arrival”
Recording a celestial traveler, singing with an angel’s voice
Resonating sweetly, like Handel’s, Messiah Hallelujah Chorus
Translated into the universal language of symphonic sound
Digitally simulcast and televised to the world’s population
A Super-Sonic Cosmic message to be heard loud and clear
“We have returned to your degraded planet earth
to again, bestow upon you, Peace and Goodwill
like we have done before, Eons of Millenniums ago”
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Ivor Steven (c) April 2023
A mystical piece of fantasy/fiction I originally wrote in July 2018, which has been revised for today’s post.
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Grindstone Potion (Revised)
Before I unveiled your spellbinding disguise
You had gouged out my eyes
And splintered my bones
With your sorceress stones
You did laugh and mock
Turning my soul into crushed rock
I waited at every station
Cursed, you left me in slow motion
With witches sand in my pocket
Holding onto your luckless locket
Then I cast my heart adrift in the ocean
Finally freeing myself of your grindstone potion
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Today’s poem is one that I wrote while attending a “Writing Circle” meeting, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous on-line “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link
>> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/
Featured Image Above; my photo of my computer’s start-up screen this morning, from Windows Microsoft
Arousing “Itmims”
I hear a thunderous storm
Rumbling above
I see a chromatic sky
Illuminating my yard
I feel my romantic dreams
Arousing my Itmims* spacecraft
There ready and waiting
For time to chime in
My next mysterious rhyme
However
Time hears no commands
And silently resets her sundial’s hands
To reignite dawn’s golden strands
*Itmims: “Ivors Time Machine In Micro Space“
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Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn (Tullawalla, page 144)
I saw a broad sign, painted by His hand
the words, I did not understand
I thought why? Put another brick in wall
ascending the crooked ladder, too afraid to fall
there I stood alone, and stared
above the galaxy’s glare
my retinas were burning
last night’s moon had fallen
beyond the broad blue dawn
and my neighbour wasn’t mowing his lawn
I then saw in our narrowing crevasse
the universe, in a blade of grass
Ivor Steven © October 2022
On Weekly Prompts this weekend, the challenge word Glimmer. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here And is a poem I wrote back in January, that I thought to be suitable piece for the prompt …
Hello dear readers, I had a difficult time writing this poem, as my thoughts were jumbled and confused, but eventually after toiling away, I think the piece gradually developed into something resembling my initial dreamy thoughts … And then I could not make up my mind on the title, between “A Shining” or “One More Spoonful” ..
One More Spoonful
I was reading my never ending story
about crossing the rivers of time
and climbing a mountain of dreams
then along the crest of a misty waterfall
a mysterious rainbow appeared at dawn
as a shimmering glimmer of hope
and above my unreachable horizon
there was a shining
tempting me to turn around
and resume paddling upstream
to where I could savour
a spoonful of life’s cream
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
“The Last Chicane” is a poem I wrote in October 2019, and this morning I reworded several lines …
The Last Chicane (Revised)
I have been climbing every rung
Even the broken ones unsung
I have played every sad song
Even when the words were wrong
I saw my bird fly away
Even though her nest stays here today
I have praised my swan’s eternal fight
Even through her turbulent flights
I am listening to the bells chiming
Even above lyrics that are not rhyming
I am beginning to flutter my wings again
Even after missing the last chicane
I am preparing for the next equestrian
Even though I am a lost pedestrian
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
A poem I originally wrote in July 2019, and today I am posting this revised version.
A Nomad (Revised)
I’m writing a letter to yesterday’s nomad
The drifter of my dreams, alone and sad
My nomad’s world is flowing wider
Broken trees floating on a flooding river
These empty words, today seem drier
The receding waters, now a wet season’s Indian giver
This final message, I falsely send
We shake hands, smile, our eyes pretend
My heart sinks, my nomad boards the next boat
Noah’s ark departs, I walk home, alone, in my raincoat
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
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