New Born Lambs
Here, on the edge of suburbia
Wide bitumen rivers
Plough through barren fields
On nearby deserted hills
Giant man made towers pierce the clouds
The midday winter sun
Forgot to open her eyes
And failed to warm
The frost bitten land
Where new born lambs
Tremble and struggle to stand
Here, I silently search
For her guiding hand
While passionately waiting
For Mother Nature’s last command
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
On a fiery hot suburban street
Cobblestones are melting the crowd’s feet
Bursting blisters, of the ignorant
Burning souls, in the innocent
Ultraviolet rays are scorching everyone
Our world is being swallowed by the sun
Oh, what have us human’s done
All the rivers are running dry
Fish lay on barren land, wanting to die
Polar icebergs are often seen gliding by
Penguins are moaning without their icy slides
And you’ll hear the baby whales cry
As the ocean, sadly waves us goodbye
Our Angel’s wings are singed and cannot fly
Old mother earth is quickly going awry
And father time is forever asking why
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
We walked pass the ‘Imagination Garden Kindergarten & Childcare’ centre this morning, and I was reminded of this poem I wrote in August 2020, when the building was being constructed. All the photos in my post here today were taken this morning at the “Imagination” centre ..
Imagination (revised)
Boldly, the sign “Imagination” is written on the wall
The silent gift of creativety that is given to us all
Imagination looks beyond the distant horizon
To where a blue sky unites the oceans
Imagination looks above the gathering dark clouds
To where a golden sun dispels all doubts
Imagination looks inside the essence of nature
To where a nurtured animal instinct matures
Imagination looks outside the boundaries of mankind
To where a human mind can roam unconfined
And peacefully co-exist nonaligned
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
I’m having technical problems try to submit my article to Coffee House Writers this evening, and I am getting frustrated .. so I decided to “Leave The Table” for a while, and found this poem that I wrote after a enjoyable night out, in November 2018, and I’m reposting it here on my site tonight …
Blue-stone Cellar (A Repost)
Old wooden steps
Going down, worn and steep
Revealing a cellar, candle-lit
Walls of blue-stone blocks
With a stained cedar ceiling
Creating a friendly aura of closeness
Intimate and cosy
A perfect place for Mr Cohen’s spirit to be
Sweet Amie Brulee
Sings and plays his songs
And in between, graciously reads his poetry
Jovially chats to the audience
Relaxed and carefree
Her demure smile is spontaneous
Divulging stories about his works
With enthusiasm and passion
Infusing her own subtle wit and humour
A show of genuine warmth and charm
From his tower of song, Leonard would be pleased
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
I was in a dazed shock
As the bedside table rocked
When my alarm clock piercingly rang
Ding dong and bang clang it sang
Like a hammering chain gang
Breaking rocks, bang after bang
Awakened by the brutal ding and bang
Out of bed I sprang
Then abruptly, my mind went clang!
When the bells of Sunday morn began!
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a ‘Tanka’ called Infinity Times Infinity, and here today I have altered the Tanka, to form an eight-line poem .. For betterer, or worserer .. here is my revised piece … below: after my poem is the ‘original Tanka’
Infinity Times Infinity (Revised)
Between flying high
From here, to out there
Beyond the daylight
A trillion light-years away
Is there further light?
Where does the universe end?
Is infinity times infinity,
The foundation of light?
Infinity Times Infinity (a Tanka)
Beyond the daylight
A trillion light-years away
Is there further light?
Where does the universe end?
Is infinity the light?
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
Over at Weelkly Prompts the Wednesday challenge is the word: ALARMS. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clickng on>> Here .. and below is my response to their prompt …
A Penguin Waffle
This year, all around the world
The alarm bells have been ringing loudly
Today, I have escaped to the country
Away from humanities blaring sirens
I am at the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe
Relaxing with a mug of coffee
And a scrumptious piece of cheesecake
Then suddenly, without warning
My sweet tooth starts chiming
There on the counter I spied a ‘Penguin Waffle’
And as my mom used to say
“If you have a sweet tooth, sometimes
you just must have chocolate”
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
I formed this Senryu from a comment I made in response to a poem ‘Willow’ wrote on her site on the 9th June .. thank you Willow for prompting these words … https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2022/06/08/ronovan-writes-sijo-wednesday-poetry-challenge-13-use-future-as-your-inspiration-this-week/
Tomorrow’s Cake (a Senryu)
the future tastes like
yesterday, but is topped with
venom from today
Ivor Steven © June 2022
Featured Image Above: by Derrick Knight > https://derrickjknight.com/2022/06/10/rich-pickings/
The Images below: are from my courtyard ..
The Ancient Fern Survives
Selfish, unopened minds remain numbed
False eye-lashes are heavy and closed
Botoxed lips are silent and sealed
And elephant ears have been pegged out of sight
But there under our careless feet
The earth’s ferns have agelessly survived
Three hundred and sixty million years
Without changing the appearance of their golden leaves
That timelessly regenerate themselves
By naturally releasing their fertilising spores
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
I am pleased and proud to announce that 2 of my poems, “Dreaming in a Dream (a Tanka)” & “Rumblings (a Senryu)” are published in the June Issue, Positive Words Magazine, and thank you to the Editor, Sandra, for selecting my poems… For further information about this fabulous Australian magazine, visit their site via this link > https://positivewordsmagazine.wordpress.com/
Attached below, I have scanned the poems directly from my copy of the Magazine.
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
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