Togetherness
I remember
Bringing you two into my house
And quietly I sat with you
Upon my courtyard bench
You were both
Dry and lifeless
I diligently prepared your beds
And gently tucked you two in
Wishing you a bright and prosperous future
With care and love
Under my watchful eye
Together you flourished and adorned my home
And together your arms reached out
Embracing each other
Now here together
We live together as one
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
The lines written in Italic, are book titles from my library….
My Story, “From Every Moment A Second”
From the beginning of my lonely times
When I Was Gone
And there was
The Black In My Bedroom, The Star In My Sky
I would return
Close To Nature
My world began opening up
The Day I Saw The Hummingbird
Singing the tune of
The Wordless Songbook
I started to see
A different Kind Of Angel
Behind the closing of
The Yellow Door
After reading about desires in a
Book Of Longing
My Bible became
The Flame
And now in life
I Have A Bird To Whistle
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
We are torn
Between reality and lies
Have you bought?
Your extra bottle of Dettol yet
We are torn
Between existence and death
Do you realise?
How many have already died
We are torn
Between home and living wise
Do you understand?
Rants and guns are the tools of fools
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
Blue Sky Moon
I do wonder why
In our blue daylight sky
You are wandering there
Giving us your half stare
From your comfy afternoon chair
And not your usual midnight glare
You, our beaming day time Moon
With your cultured silver spoon
Are you able to save us soon?
From our poisoned gloom
You, being so open and brave
Without the cover of your shadowed wave
Have you the united power source?
And the cunning of a Trojan Horse
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
A Violet and A Blade Of Grass
Years ago I met a pretty young lady
With hair the colour of autumn leaves
I liked her, and she liked me
And our courtship flourished rapidly
One day we were walking down by the river
Where I casually paused to pick a flower
And I gently placed the violet in her hair
She fondly smiled, and said quietly
“Open your hand, I’ve a gift for you too”
Upon my palm she tenderly placed a blade of grass
“There, that is to signify my eternal love for you”
I blushed and smile, and said proudly
“As mother nature is my witness, I love you”
“And thank you, for this blade of grass”
“I shall treasure your kindness forever”
My heart was pounding, as I steadily took her hand
And uttered the words, “Would you like to marry me”
Shine On, Shine On..
Her distant star shines
Walking down by the river
My life’s always fine………..
**You may view my poem “It’s Just A Little Dream”, by clicking onto this link >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/12/18/its-just-a-little-dream-2/
Ivor Steven (c) May 3rd 2020
It’s Saturday and the start of the month, and on “Weekly Prompts” their monthly colour challenge is: Razzmatazz!, Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >HERE. Below is my response to their prompt…
A Violet and A Blade Of Grass
Years ago I met a pretty young lady
With hair the colour of autumn leaves
I liked her, and she liked me
And our courtship flourished rapidly
One day we were walking down by the river
Where I casually paused to pick a flower
And I gently placed the violet in her hair
She fondly smiled, and said quietly
“Open your hand, I’ve a gift for you too”
Upon my palm she tenderly placed a blade of grass
“There, that is to signify my eternal love for you”
I blushed and smile, and said proudly
“As mother nature is my witness, I love you”
“And thank you, for this blade of grass”
“I shall treasure your kindness forever”
My heart was pounding, as I steadily took her hand
And uttered the words, “Would you like to marry me”
Ivor Steven (c) May 3rd 2020
Apologies to my readers and followers for not commenting on your articles with my usual zest…. but I’m out in the big bad world, busy working as a plumber again, and by the time I get home I’m a tired bag of bones….. For everyone who’s isolated at home, I thoroughly recommend that you have a look at a YouTube program called “BAD SEED TEEVEE”, featuring Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, with interviews, film clips, songs, old videos, and they are on 24/7, produced for your pleasure as a “Stay Home” show…….
My World, Beyond The front Door
I’m feeling dead tired
But not quite dead yet
More like terribly tired
But I’m not that terrible
Call me awfully worn out
No! Don’t say I’m awful
The poet has gone missing
He’s back to wearing blue overalls
On the tools, as a plumber again
An old working class man
Ouch! My poor soft little paws
Are blistered and sore
And I leave my comfy writing desk
Now a vacant treasure chest
While I venture out onto real soil
Visiting my world of intriguing toil
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
The leaves Are Red: A Haiku
A red leaf did fall
Warm autumn sun, struck and ran
Clouds darkened the ground
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
I personally like this poem, so I am presenting the piece again for you to read…
Shangri La
I’m not on a desolate island
My head is not buried in the sand
And I am not going crazy
You might be crazier than me
Because I saw you reading about
How to fly overseas
I used to be the sanest
Old man in town
You could always find me
On top of Mount Everest
Now I’m locked away
In between my two ears
Playing one handed ping pong
In between crowd-less cheers
Listening to musical ding dong
In between my poetry and beers
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020.
On “Weekly Prompts” the word: Desolate, is the weekend challenge. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE… Below is my response to the their prompt.
Shangri La
I’m not on a desolate island
My head is not buried in the sand
And I am not going crazy
You might be crazier than me
Because I saw you reading about
How to fly overseas
I used to be the sanest
Old man in town
You could always find me
On top of Mount Everest
Now I’m locked away
In between my two ears
Playing one handed ping pong
In between crowd-less cheers
Listening to musical ding dong
In between my poetry and beers
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
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