sometimes I wished
for love to linger longer
other times I wished
my soul was stronger
old love lingers on
within lullaby songs
is my heart right or wrong?
sometimes when the music plays on and on
I hear my angel humming along
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
I wrote this poem a year ago …
A Violet and A Blade of Grass
Years ago, I met a young lady
With hair the colour of autumn leaves
I liked her, and she liked me
And our courtship flourished rapidly
One day we were walking down by the river
Where I casually paused to pick a flower
And I gently placed the violet in her hair
She fondly smiled, and said quietly
“Open your hand, I’ve a gift for you too”
Upon my palm she tenderly placed a blade of grass
“There, that is to signify my eternal love for you”
I blushed and smile, and said proudly
“As mother nature is my witness, I love you”
“And thank you, for this blade of grass”
“I shall treasure your kindness forever”
My heart was pounding, as I steadily took her hand
And uttered the words, “Would you like to marry me”
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Some Time Now
Today’s anniversary is fouty five yeas
A marriage of happy smiles, then sad tears
Our color is both red and sapphire blue
Representing the depth and stability of you
Anniversaries, they come, and they go
Some time now since that final May snow
Anniversaries, my soul does not let them pass
Some time now, I reminisce the last
Anniversaries, none ever forgotten
Some time now since your everlasting smile was taken
Anniversaries, over coral and every colour
Some time now since your tidal wave of valour
Anniversaries, when love grew stronger
Some time now since the years became longer
Anniversaries, covered by, love, suffering and pain
Some time now since our river flooded with rain
Your troubles fell, with an Autumn leaf
Forever enshrined, our promises of belief
Ivor Steven (c) September 10th 2021
On “Weekly Prompts” their weekend challenge is: Story. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>HERE…. And below I’m continuing my “Story” about my trip to Philadelphia in May last year, via a collection of my poems and haiku’s …
Wet Flowers of May
Philadelphia rain
Like a rattling freight train
Wet fat drops
That didn’t stop
Watering flowers on mother’s day
Sharing the liquid joy of May
Haiku: Family History
Boxes of photos
Memory lane in my hands
Decades of stories
The Golden Pot
I’ve travelled to the end
Of yesterday’s rainbow
I found the golden pot was full
Full of warm hearts
The pot of hearts was overflowing
With ladles full of kindness
And their kindness was a cascading
River of magical rainbows
Haiku: We Lost The Sea
Bridges of dreams crossed
The ocean and river spanned
Waters of love found
Ivor Steven (c) May 2019
A Flower-bed Of Dreams
The clouds parted, exposing a river bright blue
My hazy visions, suddenly became true
I’m standing in a flower-bed of dreams
I see strawberry fields covered in sun-beams
My veins feel like bubbling mountain streams
The family circle, has my heart bursting at the seams
Ivor Steven (c) April 2019
This time last year I was in Philadelphia, visiting my cousins and their families (their children & grand-children), and enjoying the “time of my life”
Feel The River Flow
There’s more to see, and things to do
Steel bridges and worn cobblestones
Wide rivers and heavy highways
Waterfront piers and riverside parks
Ancient history and old monuments
Suburban Philadelphia and New Jersey cross-overs
Faraway cousins and new family’s found
Niece’s, nephews and grandchildren abound
Greeting hugs and welcoming hearts
Blissful times and precious memories
Ivor Steven (c) May 2019
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