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An Old-time Plumber


Today I surprised myself

I surpassed my doubts

Could I actually do the task?

Am I physically strong enough?

Mentally keen and capable

To endure a day of hard work


Surprise, surprise, I survived

Job completed and clients suitably pleased

And I am home enjoying a red wine

Although when I finished it was almost dark

And my back was stiff as redgum bark

But a job stamped by my old-time quality trademark





Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

A Living Legend

Mother nature is my gardener

My living dance of life

I follow her guiding waltz

And let her conduct the lead


Where everything in her wonderland is real

Everything I touch, I can feel

And inside every blade of grass

Everything I see is a fairyland field


Every aroma from the magical forest

Gently breezes across my forehead

Every midnight moonbeam

Covers me in a silver dreams

Every golden ray of sunshine

Lights up my dreams like a neon sign


I cannot control the sun

I cannot control the waves

But I can control the energy I receive


From every moment there is a second

Every second is a piece of time’s errand

Every errand is a part of life’s legend



Below is a music/video of Hanna Kah’s brand new song “Tell Me Who I Am”, and if you have time, their new hit is well worth a listen …




Ivor Steven (c) May 2021

Weariness


This a poem is from about this time last year(May). Today is only the second day of another enforced “Lockdown” , but I feel like I have been flattened by a slow moving Council steamroller … I cannot write a poem today, so this old piece will have to do !!


Weariness



I am not one, to feel depressed

This is more an aura, of been oppressed

Bones are aching

Muscles are throbbing

And I feel like I have run a marathon

But I have hardly ventured out into the fray

Here I am in isolation

Wondering about the sun’s X-rays

I am not one, to feel depressed

This is more an aura, of been oppressed

I have a thumping headache

My misty eyes are tired

And I feel like I have rewritten the Bible

But I have only been writing a poem a day

Here I am in isolation

Wondering about my future’s stairway




Ivor Steven (c) May 2020

Sogginess Sets In

Featured Image Above: Again, a big thank you to Derrick Knight for allowing me to use his fascinating photo of ‘soggy soft toys hanging on a gate’ . Visit his article via this link >> An Arboreal Charnel House – derrickjknight



Sogginess Sets In



Old soggy soft toys

Once cuddled with joy

Outside hanging around

Tears caress vacant sounds

Searching for the tenderness

Of yesterday’s missing fondness





Ivor Steven (c) May 2021

Wonderland

Today’s poem I wrote after an interesting conversation with the ‘witty’ poet Don Matthews >> The Flippant, Comic, and Serious – The poetry etc of Don Matthews (donmatthewspoetry.com)

Featured Image Above: SPRING FESTIVAL – Fantasy & Abstract Background Wallpapers on Desktop Nexus (Image 716964)

Wonderland


In between never ever happy

And always blissfully happy

There swings a world of happiness

Not for from the seesaw of tenderness

Living together upon a sandy sea of friendly hands

Near a mysteriously lost planet called Wonderland





Ivor Steven (c) May 2021

“Her” Stairs

When I was a toddler, I remember asking my mum, “Why is God a man” … and now 65 years later, I am left with the same question !! …
Today’s poem is a mixture of 4 different stanzas, that somehow they seemed to flow together, and I would like to thank, V.J Knutson, Colleen, and Susi, for inspiring these snippets that I wrote on their posts. (3 women blogger friends !!) … and please readers do not try to read too much into my poem, the piece is a mixture of different thoughts, on different days … but maybe my thoughts were all leading to the same stairway !!

“Her” Stairs


Push forward across the sand

Towards that promised land

Be guided by Her red right hand … V.J.


Some sad moments, you will delve deep

Other times you will feel the breeze’s cool sweep

Of mother nature sending you her heart beat … Colleen


Then indeed you are there

Between somewhere

And Her eternal stairs … Colleen


Where baby eyes open and cry

Life’s eyes cry and say goodbye

And old eyes run dry and die … Susi





Ivor Steven (c) May 2021