Category: Music

Yesterday I celebrated Oaks-Day and wore vivid pink 

Who cares what the other guys think 

Today I’ve dressed myself in white 

Because my mood is happy and bright 

Tomorrow I’ll look like a “Kiwi All-black” 

To match the colour of my hat 

No matter how we feel on the day 

We all like to wear a different coloured display 

So what’s so different about our outer coverings 

To the way we express our skins colourings ?? 


Today’s poem is a copy of a comment that I wrote to Kate, of ‘CalmKate’, about her thought provoking poem “Colour”, https://aroused.blog/2020/11/06/colour/ , and big thank you to Kate for encouraging me to post my little anecdote as a poem on my site.

Featured Image: the creation universe based on al quran: SlideShare

Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

I’ve been listening to Amanda Palmer’s powerful song, “Drowning In Sound”, and reading her poetically brilliant lyrics, while I was scribbling some perplexing notes, and those puzzling words, later formed this poem….


Pondering Comprehension

I’m discombobulated

Listing and frustrated

All out of body sync

And my right hand’s spilling drinks

Quietly waiting for the great spirits

To observe another of my wobbly exits



The waddling penguin has seen it all before

Wondering how I found the front door

Despite my obvious lack of facilities

Confused, I ponder about the world’s disabilities

To collectively listen and comprehend

That the future depends on a cohesive blend

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Here where I sit and write

Under my cosy verandah

I now have a new clock

Hanging on a roof post

A purchase from the MS shop

With a large Parisian style face



Most of my courtyard items

Are fondly given names

And in keeping with my space-craft theme

“Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space” – (Itmims)

I’ve appropriately tagged the time piece

After the ‘MS’ initials, “My Space”

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

I bought a clock yesterday, to hang under my verandah today. Now time is close at hand, giving me notice of her demands… This poem is a repost from this Time last year.

Time Needs No Commands

                                   

The white moon has fallen late

A new daytime awaits

Rollover out of dream time

Rollover to the edge of time

Leave midnight’s caressing lullaby

And discover the blue curtain sky

It’s time to stretch and yawn

It’s time to feel the misty dawn

Stand in front of time’s open hands

Stand stoically upon time’s ancient land’s

The cloudy skies of daylight do fly

As moments of time flow swiftly by

Time moves on, needing no command

The sands of time, wait for no man

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

My poem is in response to a Halloween Prompt from Ingrid, at “Experiments In Fiction”, you can visit the Prompt and her site by clicking on this link >> https://experimentsinfiction.com/2020/10/24/eif-poetry-challenge-8-halloween-special/

The Reincarnation of a Pumpkin

My locked bubble is about to go boom

A year I’ve been a stranger in my own tomb

Under a pumpkin lid, hiding my gloom

Where my world was a rotting cave of doom



Now these orange walls are my life-giving womb

Being reborn like a smiling old groom

I’m breaking away from the master’s dead blooms

Escaping on the green witch’s magical broom



Flying over the full moon of autumn

Where I’ll be able to wear my mask and costume

Hidden under my orange Kaftan from Khartoum

And I’ll invade the newsrooms, and all the children’s bedrooms

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Time on the Moon With a Tea and Lime



now and then

I see the sunrise again

sip on tea and lime

and dream for a time



where are you old friend

hiding your face until the end

and I hear a distant tick-tock

buried under weathered rock



when it’s all said and done

my words fall one by one

inking blues, line after line

and I care not the time



and sand flows drop by drop

from the timeless clock

touching her silent cocoon

on the far side of the moon

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Todays poem is a repost from 2 years ago, and today my gorgeous plant Blue Statice (Limonium perezii Blue) is in full bloom again. And a year ago the poem was published in a local anthology called “Writeabout- Two”

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My Blue Statice Blooms Today



Love is a dirty word when I’m alone

Nervously shaking to the bone

Hearing myself rattle unseen

Anxiously sweating, feeling unclean

Awakening, my eyes slowly open

Nightmares diminish, now forgotten

The wind carries sunlight through my dawn’s clouds

My courtyard flowers, stand radiant and proud

Listening, I hear the bird’s morning calls

My gloominess gradually stalls

Sounds of music vibrate the walls

Nature’s crescendos fill my heart’s empty halls

Love is a dirty word no more

Love is within my skins every pore

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020