Chameleon

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Chameleon




I am slippery like an eel

I slide among the field

My mood changes with the breeze

I can be cold as ice in a freeze


Or I can be warm as toast

Sunbathing on a tropical coast

I can be a chameleon in the trees

Not easy to see, but ready to please






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Rebirth the Blossom




Understanding our time

Is no easy rhyme



After self-destruction

There is resurrection

After the fall

There is winter and spring

After the blossom

There is fruit to eat


After last years sour feast

There is nature’s regeneration

At our feet

After the cycle repeats

Can our dirty clouds be revived?

To rebirth our wheat






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Do Snails Go To The Ballet? is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine this week …

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Do Snails Go To The Ballet?”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >>
https://coffeehousewriters.com/snails-go-to-ballet/







Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Pure White Gold

On Weekly Prompts, the monthly Colour Challenge is; The Golden Hour. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE. and my poem “Pure White Gold” is my response to today’s prompt ..


Pure White Gold




we all have our worth

here on mother earth




the apple I ate today was pure white

did I do wrong, or was I right?

to have that unadulterated bite

knowing all eyes do not share my golden insight


it is a crying shame

that our dreams are not all the same

who is to blame

for this loveless game


please give us some hope

so we may live to cope






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Until Eyes Hear Sound

Featured Image Above: By Derrick Knight, and I am sincerely grateful to Derrick for allowing me to use his wonderful photos here in collaboration with my poems.



Until Eyes Hear Sound



The air I breathe

Purifying within

free to leave

free as the wind


I wonder at nature’s freshness

early in the morning

we take her for granted

our perennial mother earth

nurturing a new start to every day

I wish mankind could

begin afresh like her


Searches are many

answers unwound

mirrors our insanity

until eyes hear sound






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Water-wrinkled Hands And Sand Between My Toes, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Water-wrinkled Hands And Sand Between My Toes”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/water-wrinkled-hands/







Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

Before The Bell Rings

Above Images: My doggie Frankie, on his early morning walkie.


Before The Bell Rings



I am changing my daily routine

Now summer is in full swing

Hot like a fiery lantern


Before the breakfast bell rings

I will leave early and go walking

With doggie in tow, happily prancing


We will bathe in golden sunrises

Under the cobalt blue skies

Adorned with white cirrus stripes





Ivor Steven (c) January 2022