Category: Photos

As Life Went By

 

Above Drawings: by Kerri Costello, my niece, who lives near Philadelphia (Bensalem)

Today’s poem, first appeared on my blog site in July 2017, however I’m not sure when I wrote the original piece….. I know the words where written during Easter “Once Upon Time”….. maybe 7 years ago ?

 

As Life Went By

 

You’re like an infant of mine, a distant cloud in the sky

Always ever present, not able to cry

You’re like a teen of mine, who somehow learnt to fly

Always gliding high, and passing her by

 

You’re like a child of mine, I lost on Good Friday

Always ever present, not able to cry

You’re like an ex-girl of mine, her first words were a lie

Always chasing the answer, by using her thighs

 

You’re like a friend of mine, who left on Good Friday

Always ever present, not able to cry

You’re like a lady of mine, her only instinct was to try

Always seeking final peace, as life went by

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

Sage Bush At Guard Tower Twelve(Revised)

This week’s Wednesday Challenge on the “Weekly Prompts” site is the word BOUNDARIES. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>HERE  . Below is my poem about the biggest social boundary every put in place on this planet !!

 

Sage Bush At Guard Tower Twelve

 

I’ve been on the run for weeks

Heading towards the Great Wall

From atop this steep hill

My nose tells me, I’m close

And I smell that distinctive sage aroma

Knowing, the sage bush is nearby

Below the gateway to guard tower twelve

My old bones shake and shiver

The Mongolians are closing quickly

Spears and arrows aquiver

 

Fear grips me, and I crawl low

Fingers grasping this granite boundary

Block after block, of the giant blockade

Frightened, I’m too scared to fall

Onto those deadly steel blades

And cold rugged rocks below

I clamber higher, step after step

Finally there above, I see my wish

The flowering sage bush

Mauve blooms bowing in the breeze

My chest sighs and heaves

I clear my lungs, and scream

Soon I’ll be free, as I see

Near the sage bush at guard tower twelve

The Emperor’s warriors, my reprieve

Saved, I fill the Royal message bag with sage leaves

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020.

Remembrance Colours (Revised)

Time moves pass, This Lost Shadow

Words written, of your last May Day

Timed out at one-fifteen

An afternoon, so vividly clear

Words flowed for a tragic play

Remembering my Gracious Lady

A Midday Sun, and you were gold

Words of moonlight and silvery nights

Words under stars, we were cold and bold

Words upon oceans, purples and blue

Words on fire, Smouldering beams

Words of Rain In May, your favourite green

Words cry tears of Liquid Joy, a mellow alloy

Words like an eternal vault  In My Mind

Words of sorrow and tomorrow

Words of love and you were my dove

A life colours, you were every hue

A life story, coloured and true

The words in Italic, are all referring to poems of mine that have appeared on my blog site here since I started on June 7th 2017,  https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/11/09/this-lost-shadow-3/   https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/09/06/gracious-lady/   https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/10/19/a-midday-sun/   https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/07/07/smoldering/   https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/01/12/rain-in-may/             https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/06/07/a-few-words/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/04/17/in-my-mind/

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

From Dust We Grow

You’ve the wings of a gazelle

My graceful Rapunzel

You’ve the spirit of a lion

For you, my soul will keep climbing

You’ve fruit still to bear

My eyes in awe, stare

You’ve a tall elegant style

For you, my lips will always smile

 

You’ve the soft arms of an angel

But my heart knows, soon you’ll be disabled

The winter will bury you in snow

And I’ll wait ’til spring for you to regrow

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020

Remain Young and Wild

This is a poem for my friend Colleen, who through her glorious writings, which assist my imagination to be brave and free.

Remain Young and Wild

I’m having a breakfast cuppa

with my friend Chatter Blog from Columbus

sharing our virtual chocolate Teddy-Bears

talking about these current affairs

agreeing we don’t have the answers

today it’s time, for us all to be garden dancers

we’re not lost, but now feeling young and wild

whirlwinds of the day, and our minds are not exiled

If wish to visit ‘Chatter Blog’s'(Colleen) site here’s a link > https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2020/04/06/to-the-truth/

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020.

Good Morning Sunshine

After two days of wind and rain

Here is morning sunshine again

Blueness dances across the sky

“Flowers sip on light”, through moist eyes

Nature blazes into my ambient day

And dazzles my souls’ causeway

 

These words; “Flowers sip on light”, was borrowed from Robert Okaji’s inspiring poem “A Step Closer”… read his poem via this link > https://robertokaji.com/2020/04/05/a-step-closer-3/

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

Dreams of Hope

today there’s menacing trouble

one day we’ll fly out of our bubbles

 

hopefully people’s profanity

and selfish insanity

will cease after the matinee

and they’ll resurrect humanity

 

there shall be more grief

but there will be relief

when love will grow closer

between barriers and the waiter

 

in my courtyard you’ll exist

in the green leaves of hope

in my heart you’ll exist

in the hum of my souls hope

 

Featured Image: My fernery’s, Philodendron selloum, called ‘Hope’

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

A Luxury of Green, Xanadu

This weekend the Saturday challenge from Weekly Prompts, and their monthly colour challenge for April is: Xanadu. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking > HERE

Above Images: Photos from my fernery, of the Philodendron Xanadu.

 

A Luxury of Green, Xanadu: A Cinquain* poem

 

Ancient

Kubla Khan times

A Palace of beauty

Mystical Xanadu city

Did thrive

 

*A Cinquain is 5 lines: 
Line 1: 2 syllables 
Line 2: 4 syllables 
Line 3: 6 syllables 
Line 4: 8 syllables 
Line 5: 2 syllables 

And here’s my favourite “Green” song, Leonard Cohen’s ‘Leaving Green Sleeves’