In between meals
I’m nibbling on my nuts
They’re handy
And easy to find
But I’ve nearly eaten
All my unsalted nuts
Shaved, skinned and plain
Roasted dry
Warm and crunchy
They’ll fill that empty hole
A stomach, now full of my nuts
I’m sure my nuts are good for me
Good for my innards
Good to take-up my time
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Weekly Word Prompt : This week’s word prompt is : Perspective.
This is an old poem of mine, The poem “Inside Out”, is more just a rhyme and a play on a few featured words. Over the road from were I once lived, there was a furniture shop, and the advertising hoarding was, “Inside Out, Exotic Furniture”, well I was sitting there waiting for the bus, and in my minds imagination, I changed the the words to “Inside-out, Upside-down, Erotic Furniture”, and hence my little anecdote was laid…. with a totally different perspective..
Inside Out
The view of my love seems upside down.
When I’m at the bottom of her flowing gown.
And my erotic picture appears inside out.
What’s this scenic love all about.
The ways of my love seem upside down.
When she’s on top, covering me ’til I drown.
And I’m underneath, neither in, nor out.
What’s this crazy love all about.
The river of my love seems upside down.
When I’m sitting inside her smiling frown.
And her foreign body hits me in and out.
What’s this exotic love all about.
The world of my love seems upside down.
When I’m laying below her pounding mound.
And her endless thrusts, feel inside out.
What’s this frenzied love all about.
Ivor Steven (c 2018
“Weekly Prompt” . The word prompt for this week: Serendipity
I’m a poet of little renown
Writing continuously for eighteen years
Scribbling word after word
Penning thousands upon thousands of lines
Forming hundreds and hundreds of poems
My stories of memories and rhymes
Soulful words of mine
By perchance
I’m reviewing my poems today
Reading every poem, every word
Auspiciously
Discovering there’s a word
A word I’ve never used
I’m mystified and perplexed
I’ve never been charmed
With the gift of the written word
Fortuity has rolled on by me
I’m wondering why
Why I’ve never used the word
Serendipity
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I think for a part-time Plumber, and and a sometime Poet, my garage is reasonably organised, and yes, the car/station wagon, fits in quite comfortably.
I’m frightened, and I’m too scared to wait.
And knowingly, I’m arriving late.
The ghouls are spying from the hill.
And lower fools are poisoning her will.
Underneath her, a wicker complete.
Above, she’s suspended from a stake.
The bonfires started, against the rules.
And the crowds rejoicing, as the fire drools.
Waiting agog, for her garments to ignite.
The flames are sparking for her, on this night.
And the mob’s listening for her ungodly screams.
But there’s not a whimper, within she beams.
And secretly, I see her black cats drowning tears,
Are extinguishing all her burning fears.
Ivor Steven.
Featured Image: Artwork, by Kerri Costello, Graphic Design Artist, my amazing niece/second cousin, who lives in Philadelphia, she’s so very talented, and a very special person in my life, thank you Kerri.
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