Thanks for being there
Receiving my poems through the air
Thanks for reading my humble words
Understanding my journey with ‘our’ bluebird
Sometimes I am an introvert
But inwardly I am a flirt
Thanks for your comments, all so kind
Soothing my self-conscious mind
Thanks for appreciating the songs
Tunes from my soul, I’ll be playing lifelong
Thanks for the hugs and kisses
Caressing my heart with rivers of bliss
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
Hello dear readers, here I am again with another one of these personal love poems, that I’ve been posting recently,… . from a time, when I had a new lady in my life. I thought maybe it’s about time I presented these pieces from my archives. The relationship finished four years ago, so I thought that enough time has lapsed, for me to now show you, another side/story of my life….
Knowing You
I know our time, has only been a few weeks
But our future, seems so much longer
I know our journey, has just begun
But our path, seems so easy to follow
I know our nature, is to be cautious
But our fears, seem to be vague
I know our past pains, are real
But our honesty, seems so pure
I know exchanged words, are free
But our souls, seem to know the truth
Ivor Steven (c) October 2019
Hello dear readers, I found another folder of my older poems today. I had called the poem booklet, “Honour And Wisdom”. And here’s another one of these personal love poems, that I’ve been posting recently,… ., from a time, when I had new lady in my life. I thought maybe it’s about time I presented these pieces from my archives. The relationship finished four years ago, so I thought that enough time has lapsed, for me to now show you, another side/story of my life….……I am also presenting this article, on “Go Dog Go Cafe’s” fabulous initiative, Promote Yourself Monday’s….. To visit their wonderful site, please Click >>HERE
A Voice, A First Date
The moons glowing, silvery stark
My dream’s a shadow in the dark
She’s a cloud of mystique
I’ve only heard words, on my wrist
The sun’s rising, I’m forlorn
My heart’s been pounding ’til dawn
She’s a pillow, a quiet wish
Only a voice, from an abyss
A new lady, a stranger
The meeting, it’s all arranged
Butterflies flutter, our first date
I shall not be late
An anxious rendezvous
Soon an open book to view
Writing these lines, as I wait
Serendipity, destines our fate
Ivor Steven (c) October 2019
Hello dear readers, I am still browsing through some of my older poems, that I have stashed away, and not been published by me/nor posted here on WordPress. And here’s another one of these personal love poems, from a time, when I had new lady in my life. I thought maybe it’s about time I presented these pieces from my archives. The relationship finished four years ago, so I thought that enough time has lapsed, for me to now show you, another side/story of my life……
Singing Together
Recalling the coincidence
The fate
Of meeting someone new
She’s a bright light
Fresh as the morning dew
Retelling a story
An eternal saga
Of Life’s ups and downs
She’e invigorated my lost senses
And softened my sad frowns
She’s rekindled my gentle soul
And released my deep inner fears
Together we smile, talking non-stop
Together we kiss, enjoying every drop
Together we touch, absorbing the aura
Together we embrace, singing every mantra
Ivor Steven (c) October 2019
Hello dear readers, again I’ve been browsing through some of my older poems, that have stashed away, and not been published by me/nor posted here on WordPress. And here’s another one of these personal love poems, from a time, when I had new lady in my life. I thought maybe it’s about time I presented these pieces from my archives. The relationship finished four years ago, so I thought that enough time has lapsed, for me to now show you, another side/story of my life……
A Different Beat
They say, “love makes the world go around”
I think my, “loving world” has just been re-found
My life is madly spinning like a colourful top
Whirling at a humming speed, unable to stop
My once lonely heart, is pounding a different beat
Throbbing from inside my chest, to the soles of my feet
This surprising emotion of sharing all my deepest love
Could have been ordained by my angel, there high above
Ivor Steven (c) October 2019
Hello dear readers, I’ve been browsing through some of my older poems, that have not been published/nor posted here on WordPress. And there’s a number of these personal love poems, from a time, when I had new lady in my life. I thought maybe it’s about time I presented these pieces from my archives. The relationship finished four years ago, so I thought that enough time has lapsed, for me to now show you, another side/story of my life……
Love Again
You gave me your mountain of love
You showed me the valley of passion
You gave me your river of happiness
You showed me your ocean of kindness
Who am I to deny you
Now, I cannot resist you
Now, my life is you
Now, I feel lost without you
You gave me your sunshine for living
You showed me the moonbeams warmth
You gave me your world of devotion
You showed me love in slow motion
After the hard rains
Now, is my time again
Now, I’m awake again
Now, I’ve found love again
Ivor Steven (c) March 2013
On The Wins Of A Dove
How do I write to you
With these tears blurring my sight
Five months since my heart left your home
Your hot summer has been and gone
Oh, to be beside you
To hold your warm hand
You may hear my chest beating
Echoing, from over there
The rumbling is not a broken ache
More that of a loving heavy throb
A longing, pumping thump
Oh, to be beside you again
To see your adoring smile
I miss our knowing talks
Me, reciting to you
With that sparkle in your eyes
Oh. to be beside you still
So, I send you this letter
On the wings of a dove
I miss our united love
Ivor Steven (c) October 2019
This week’s Word Prompt is: EVALUATE. Please click >>HERE, to visit the Weekly Prompt’s fabulous site…
Evaluating Her Moon
I’m evaluating her moon, that flooded my heart, when I tried to find her heaven
Calmly relaxing here now, below a morning moon, in my verandah writing haven
Finally feeling warm and comfortable, and spring is in the air
My outdoor speakers are resonating my musical flair
Listening to Norwegian singer, Sivert Hoyem
His voice, delivers a deep melodic rhythm
The former lead man of Madrugada
And I’m writing a Haiku, to ease my hysteria
Spring In Australia
Chilly morning moon
Wakening to clear blue sky
A warm day beckons
Hello dear readers, I’ve been browsing through some old poems of mine….. and I came across this poem/letter, that I had written for a very dear friend …. the piece has remained filed away for over seven years….. and for the sake of my angel, I think It’s time that my noble soul shared these words……
Dear Friend, I Mean These Words
From the bottom of my broken heart, I thank you
From the depths of my crying soul, I thank you
Holding her frail hand at night, you were there
Caressing her spirit with your gentle words, you were there
Keeping me company, during her gathering dark, you were there
Hugging me when I cried and cried, you were there
Dear friend, again, and again, I mean these words
Dear friend, over and over, I say these words
From the bottom of my beating heart, I thank you
From depths of my noble soul, I thank you
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
I went to my favourite lunch-spot today, the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe. I have not walked that far (the weather has been dismal), since I’ve been home from my trip to Philadelphia. Surprisingly I handled the long walk reasonably well. Then I sat down for a coffee and a piece of tasty blue-berry cheese cake. The winter sun was gorgeous, out on the outdoor balcony, and I happily “observed” a pair of Weebill birds, as I continued to write this poem(Below). Also attached, a few photos from my pleasant afternoon observations……
The Weekly Word Prompt is: >> Observation << click to view their site.
Black Snow Thaws In The Winter Sun
I’ve no more secret words of sorrow
Only old lines I’ve borrowed
I found them in a poet’s dusty booklet
The pages were tattered, like grandma’s cookbook
Torn recipes, out of last century’s Gideon’s bible
Of a tongue, ancient and tribal
Shadowy scriptures that now appear outdated
Erased from my sacred tablet
Years of love and dreams desecrated
Thrown away, but prudently not wasted
My road ahead is now cleared of black snow
The night is not always black, you know ?
Ivor Steven (c) June 2019
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