Bridges of ancient dreams spanned
On the wings of the bridled albatross
Flying over shallow lakes of delta moss
Bridges crossing from here to there
Above the worlds fractured rivers
Meandering from there to here
Connecting lonely bridal hands
Of people from far away lands
Bridges trekked by torn and splintered feet
And blooded by bomb blasted streets
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
My poem today is made from a list of comments that I have left on fellow ‘Bloggers’ sites, and in order of stanza appearance these are the writers sites for you to visit ..
Bart – https://bartbarkerpoet.com/
Sadje – https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/
Punam – https://paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com/
Sadje – https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/
Annette – https://aikalandros.com/
Dwight – https://rothpoetry.wordpress.com/
Michelle~M – https://herwritinghaven.com/
Catxman – https://catxman.wordpress.com/
Mark – https://havocandconsequence.wordpress.com/
Cindy – https://uniquelyfitblog.com/
Carol – https://therapybits.com/
Cassa – https://flickerofthoughts.com/
Windwhisperer – https://wildwindwhisperer.wordpress.com/
Worlds Beyond Thoughts
Laws are merely guide lines
For the arrows of love to climb
Mirror mirror on the wall
Recalls our joys and falls
Behind every mask there is a weathered face
Behind every face old lines survive in place
Behind every place memories live with grace
Evil eyes lurk in veiled skies
The wisdom of native ancestors should be listened to
And not be lost to the modern ways this arrogant world
The way of modern progress
Is to leave nature shamefully undressed
Nature and renewal walk down the garden path hand in hand
I hear church bells ring
I see the mouses die
And the clouds always cry
Keep the cup full, turn the power on
And the answer will come
Like a big jigsaw puzzle
Not all the pieces will fit back
And overall the world will look the same
I cannot dwell on what has been
While I feel my blade of grass is alive and green
Above and beyond the crusty dirt
The universe is a symphonic concert
They say that the truth hurts
Beware of cold desserts
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Ivor Steven (c) September 14th 2021
Featured Image Above: A photo by Derrick Knight, and a sincere thank you to Derrick for allowing me to use his wonderful photos along my poems. You can visit his site via this link >> https://derrickjknight.com/2021/09/05/greener-graveyard-grass/
The Path (a Senryu)
His tired empty heart
Travels a lonely path
In a dusty cart
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
Hello dear readers and followers, today I am presenting another Haiku … I seem to be on a roll for writing Haiku lately … and I have no rhyme or reason as to why this is so … but I do enjoy the challenge of their concise format …
Church Mouse (a Haiku)
I hear church bells ring
Did an elder church mouse die
Grey clouds always cry
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
A big thank you to mbrazfieldm, for allowing me to borrow her “Three Word Line”, which I used here at the beginning of my Haiku… You may visited her incredible site by clicking on the link >> https://wordslessspoken781842219.blog/2021/09/02/3wordpoetpost-15/
Candles (a Haiku)
Our Burning Silence
Magnifies our own problems
Candles in the wind
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Pebbles Fade into Dust”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem at Coffee House Writers …
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Time is an eternal sundial
The sun rises and the sun sets
Tides roll in, tides go out
The rivers ebb and flow
And the gray clouds of life
Continue to fly on by
Curtains open and curtains fall
The audience wants more
Feel the crowd roar
Last night, did you hear the moon call?
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
The hard rain has been falling again and flooding the man made drains…
Raining Pain
Can you hear the rain?
I can’t see above the clouds
Can you feel her pain?
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Today’s poem is a self portrait piece I wrote in September 2018, which I posted earlier today on Go Dog Go Cafe >> http://godoggocafe.com/2021/09/03/throwback-friday-looking-at-the-mirror-by-ivor-steven/
Looking At the Mirror
I see an oldish bloke, who likes to write poetry
Personal topics and our world’s society
Why don’t I try to write a bigger story?
Flash fiction, and there’s enough for a book
Am I too afraid to really look?
All my poems are quite shortish
Like last year’s birthday cake wish
Maybe I’ll say, “I’m far too lazy”
I can’t tell them, I’m a bit crazy!!
Nor that I’m a mad Lord of Wizardry
Best I turn the mirror, for another view
They want to know about me and you
I see a bald man, just like my dad
And that’s not at all bad
I always said, if I grew up
To be half as good as my dad
I’d be very happy and proud
And well ahead of the crowd
He was a kind and thoughtful man
I suppose I’m honest and lend a hand
I see, I’m showing my age
My journey has torn many a page
And it’s not that I’m overly sad
My veneer shows everyone I’m glad
I’ve lived my promise, for better and for worse
And I loved my job, a carer during her curse
Ivor Steven (c) September 2018
