I twist and roll over
A musical world spins inside my head
My somersault of dreams
Rotates under my bed-spread
Upside down
Rhythmical tiredness falls out of my seams
Words tumble around
Nameless titles and endless tunes abound
The bad moon’s turning
Singing the blues, over my empty town
I twist and roll over, again
I’m back where I started, I hear my angel humming, Hallelujah
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
Today’s poem is one I wrote two years ago, and I was fortunate enough to have the piece published by, ‘Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine’, back in January 2018. A magazine for poets, and to all my readers/followers, I sincerely recommend that you visit/follow the Vita Brevis site,
https://vitabrevisliterature.com.
Artwork: By Kerri Costello, Graphic Design Artist, my beautiful niece/second cousin, who lives in Philadelphia, she’s so very talented, and a very special person in my life, thank you Kerri.
Arctic Winds
I’m winter hibernating
Inside an Eskimo’s hut
Feeding only on fish oil
And frozen blue blood
My heart’s cold and dormant
Cowering under a dampened vestment
Wind-swept by a blizzard’s dust
Covered in icicles of my rust
My eyes are swollen rocks
Amidst polarised sockets
Terrorising all that’s passed
Like forgotten arctic icebergs
My veins are hollow crevasses
Inside a glaciers ice-flow
Sheering and groaning chasms
Like my memories deepest fjord
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
Good morning dear readers, It’s a chilly Sunday here in Geelong, but it’s bad, my sister is coming down from Ballarat and we are going out for lunch. Cyndi will be staying inside, curled up next to the heater…..
Early Sunday morning
At my desk
Writing in pencil
The inks frozen
No joke
Send the firewood
Light up my heart
With soulful words
Give my fingers a start
Knuckles are throbbing
An arthritic chill
My dog’s coughing
Poor little girl
She feels it too
Ah, not to worry
A sombre smile
A sun-ray
Shining through
Thawing my will
Freeing my quill
Ivor Steven. (c) July 2019
Haiku: Cold Rain
Time’s, I played in rain
Today I worked in the cold
Wet and shivering
Autumn’s fat rain drops
Have lost their warmth and softness
Winter’s hard as ice
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
This gorgeous boarder is a precious reminder, that it’s time !! for Ivor to become a doggie owner again. I’m thoroughly enjoying her company and her love.
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Yesterday, I was dead tired
Today, I sternly asked
Why does life have to be such a task ?
Then I quietly answered myself
Life is like a bean-stalk
Isn’t it ? My son
Whilst we are climbing high
Reaching for the sun
I cannot wait, for tomorrow’s snow
I’m not ready to go
I’m yet to repaint the sky
Again, I’ll have to learn how to fly
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
I’m a broken stick
Hit by a tonne of bricks
I’ve stroke fatigue
Tiredness out of my league
The psyche says go
My body says no
Yesterday everything was fine
Today nothing is mine
Only rest and sleep
Not even a sneaky peep
They say, what’s wrong
I say, who’s playing my song
They say, you look ok
I say, I cannot stay
Read us your poem
No ! I want to go home
Don’t spoil the show
I’m an empty shell, they do not know
** Please note: Feature Image above, copied with the permission by Niki Flow, this is her blog site. https://under1000skies.org/
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
singing butterfly
decrees, have my wings and fly
join me in the sky
-Ivor
Special thanks to Mr. Energizer, himself, for dedicating and honoring me with my First Haiku.
I’m truly excited, humbled and grateful. Your such a wonderful friend, encouraging and supportive.
Ivor posted the Haiku in the comment section, after reading my post Witty Butterfly Post. I was eluded. Ivor’s Creative Poetic Charm flourishes with so much joy.
Thanks again Ivor,
Yonnie💜
InHisCare
Is It only me ?
that feels this way
my thoughts gushing out to sea
without knowing what to say
our world is being flushed
down the sewer drain
water-rat politicians eating leftover crusts
every-time our dying clouds rain
never ending, poisoning of the bays
strangling plastic bags
suffocating polystyrene trays
wrapped in bloody newspaper flags
animals killed by our waste
governments retain their ego for greed
T.V. and press reports, via copy and paste
while our planet’s going to seed
are we trying our best ?
for the creatures in need
stop, this shitting, on our own nest
how much more can the oceans bleed ?
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
Again I’m posting this poem on “Go Dog Go Cafe’s”, Promote Yourself Monday’s, and thank you to Linda, of “Charmed Chaos”, for the kind invitation… Please Click >>>> Here to visit their fabulous site.
White Clouds Over Forest Floor Snail Trails
I remember the days well
When I could hear the ringing of bluebells
And the horizon, was an aqua clear skyline
Splashed with drifting, pristine shrines
The fertile ranges, enriched by His grapevines
Growing on posts and wires, green living enzymes
Now everywhere, there’s poles, cables and yellow floodlights
Feeding hungry digital mealtimes, instead of stargazers under the moonlight
Oh, to again see clouds glide with full white sails
Moving slow enough to observe, a forest floor’s snail trails
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
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