Once I was a little fella, bursting at the seams
Who loved moonbeams and had big dreams
Years have gone by, now I watch and I listen
And sadly I feel our world’s listing
I’m an emotional old guy
And one day, I’m gonna die
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Life has taught me to be patient
My story unfolds in poetic testaments
Words written, some happy, others blatant
Little things that grow by accident
Little rhymes, not asking for judgement
My little rhythmical notes, my instruments
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020.
Party, party week
Seven days of giving cheek
Eating and drinking like a hog
Sleeping like a frog on a log
But no leaping and dancing
Just happily dreaming and romancing
Friends to meet and greet
Places to go, coffee and sweets
Bones are sagging like old awnings
And I’m smiling at pink elephants in the mornings
There’s a finale fling tonight
Before a last lullaby under starry lights
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
Two three cats ran,
which is the same as the cats,
two three can check,
where is the brother of one.
pushbutton board,
fruits of the boat,
ask him to eat,
tell her she does not want to.
cempedak fruit outside the fence,
take pole pitch,
I am a newbie,
if you cant show it
The featured image above, is a photo taken by Canadian uncle(Dick), who was from, High River, Alberta. and the photograph is of Maligne Lake, a lake in Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada. The lake is famed for the colour of its azure water, the surrounding peaks.
Peace and Serenity
There’s an old biplane sign-writing on a cloud
A red blue and white poster, big and loud
Capitol Hill has coldly declared, “Chaos”, in the sky
Copied by the media’s dirty claws gone awry
Our messy world’s living on unclean ground
Lock-down’s isolation the silent sound
Stay calm and relaxed behind our covering masks
And lets inhale peace and serenity as our objective task
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
The midnight bell sweetly chimed
And I saw a bright silver moon
Soon dawn opened my sleepy eyes
And I saw a glowing golden sun
The old alarm did not ring
Arising early is no longer the thing
Today I’m another year older
Sixty-nine years upon my shoulders
Time has worn my aching back
And every ageing bone goes crack
But isn’t there a crack in everything
That’s how the new morning light gets in
Ivor Steven (c) July 20th 2020
Pocket Full Of Stars
I’ve been sleeping with memories
Here in my brother’s house
A home, away from home
I’m quietly laying here
In a warm cosy bed
Happily wiping away stars
From my night-time eyes
And up on the bedroom wall
There’s a picture of tranquillity
A painting familiar to me
Created by the hands of an angel
Pastel sky and a calm blue sea
Precisely how she viewed the world
A place of peace and serenity
I’m smiling under these loving tears
Knowing she’s within me every year.
Ivor Steven (c). July 2020
Dawn sunshine awakens my weary bones
And I hear the early birds are singing
About my day’s visions of flying towards home
Then I remember the tune and start humming
As the windless sky beckons my ocean spirit
It’s time to travel beyond these noisy urban alarms
Sit upon cool sand, and listen to the waves lyrics
Rhythmically roll into my waiting arms
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
Over the last two weeks I’ve had the pleasure of observing a creative piece of street-artwork evolving on a corner shop wall, at nearby the ‘Box Office Cafe’, where I like to enjoy a coffee and cake… The wonderful painting, inspired me to write this little poem.
A Brick Wall Comes Alive
There, before my smiling eyes
An old brick wall comes alive
A colourful display, growing and flowing
There’s flowers and faces glowing
Within artistic creations of finesse
Upon every brush-strokes progress
The facade’s sharing her party dress
And she’s dancing in the streets to impress
Oh.. At Carolyn’s request, here’s pic’s of my coffee & cakes….
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
In these times of oppressing days
Pressing engagements are on delay
Souls are in need of a valiant Knight
To pull us from this pool of fading light
A quicksand of swallowing gloom
Rules and restrictions clinging to every room
Oh. Brave Knight save us from doom
Roll away the dark stone covering our tomb
Bring us your enlightening thunderbolt
A silver torch of liberty to our vaults
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
Back in 1972, I was a great fan of the band, ‘Uriah Heep’, and I’d play the song “Wizard” on my record player, every chance I had. The music was magical, and the lyrics superbly depicted the feelings within my heart …. and my visions of a more peaceful and harmonious world, might soon be achieved……. That was nearly 50 years ago, and I vividly remember the song, but I’m afraid the world has forgotten the “Lyrics”
Wizard (a Haiku)
Mysterious dreams
Magicians run amok
Wizards remember
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
The Wizard. Lyrics by Uriah Heep
He was the wizard of a thousand kings
And I chanced to meet him one night wandering
He told me tales and he drank my wine
Me and my magic man kind of feeling fine
He had a cloak of gold
And eyes of fire
And as he spoke I felt a deep desire
To free the world of its fear and pain
And help the people to feel free again
Why don’t we listen to the voices in our hearts
‘Cause then I know we’d find we’re not so far apart
Everybody’s got to be happy
Everyone should sing
For we know the joy of life
The peace that love can bring
So spoke the wizard in his mountain home
The vision of his wisdom means we’ll never be alone
And I will dream of my magic night
And the million silver stars that guide me with their light
hello world, do you see my frown?
will the blizzards ever calm down?
will the rains ever soften the ground?
will the tears of silence be the only sound?
the frozen wounds are deep
the mountains of snow are steep
humans need to stop being cold sheep
and begin taking their own individual leaps
the rewards of being nice
far outweigh this world of ice
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
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