Photos – Page 177 – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Pondering Comprehension

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

A Time Piece Named “My Space”

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

Time Needs No Command

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

The Reincarnation of a Pumpkin

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

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

My Blue Statice Blooms Today

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”

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

Did You Forget Something?

In response to CalmKate’s Friday Fun Photo Prompt, “Odd One”. https://aroused.blog/2020/10/24/friday-fun-odd-one/

Did You Forget Something

Ahh!! There he is again

On the other footpath

Trying to look

Inconspicuous

But he stands out like

Dogs balls

Awkwardly fumbling

In his pockets

Desperately searching

Red-faced from embarrassment

He’s flustered

Then he drops it

Now, everyone can see

The item he found

There on the dirty ground

His face Mask unbound

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

A Planter Box

A big thank you to Dwight Roth, for providing me with the inspiration to write this post today… here’s his fabulous haiku from earlier today ..

“When life overwhelms

Focus on what’s important

Nature’s beauty calls”

A Planter Box

I’ve been busy gardening

Soulfully so relaxing

And I’ve built a planter box

Out of leftover roof stocks

Large enough for cucumber seedlings

Their dream home for the warm season

Fertile soil and nurturing watering

To Produce a harvest worth devouring

Ten weeks away my first feast

Enough to feed the kids from the east

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Another Mad World

Are we a modern reflection of the moon?

Just a spoilt man with a silver spoon

Torn, tarnished, and running out of room

Where even the green witches have lost their brooms

A lonely planet of rocky dunes with a sun-burnt crust

Dark craters for oceans and rivers of dust

No vegetation to feed on, nor furry animals to kill

Only smelly whale bones and rotting pelican bills

Madly we think there is another new world

Just jet away to, and breed more crazy boys and girls

Our mad scientists know, humans have shamed mother earth

And we are entirely to blame for defiling her worth