An Empty Shell

I’m a broken stick

Hit by a tonne of bricks

I’ve stroke fatigue

Tiredness out of my league

The psyche says go

My body says no

Yesterday everything was fine

Today nothing is mine

Only rest and sleep

Not even a sneaky peep

They say, what’s wrong

I say, who’s playing my song

They say, you look ok

I say, I cannot stay

Read us your poem

No ! I want to go home

Don’t spoil the show

I’m an empty shell, they do not know

** Please note: Feature Image above, copied with the permission by Niki Flow, this is her blog site. https://under1000skies.org/

Ivor Steven (c) July 2019

Thank you Yonnie:

Haiku…Witty Butterfly

via Haiku…Witty Butterfly

singing butterfly

decrees, have my wings and fly

join me in the sky

-Ivor

Special thanks to Mr. Energizer, himself, for dedicating and honoring me with my First Haiku.

I’m truly excited, humbled and grateful. Your such a wonderful friend, encouraging and supportive.

Ivor posted the Haiku in the comment section, after reading my post Witty Butterfly Post. I was eluded. Ivor’s Creative Poetic Charm flourishes with so much joy.

Witty…Butterfly

Thanks again Ivor,

Yonnie💜

InHisCare

Eating Our Own Waste

Is It only me ?

that feels this way

my thoughts gushing out to sea

without knowing what to say

our world is being flushed

down the sewer drain

water-rat politicians eating leftover crusts

every-time our dying clouds rain

never ending, poisoning of the bays

strangling plastic bags

suffocating polystyrene trays

wrapped in bloody newspaper flags

animals killed by our waste

governments retain their ego for greed

T.V. and press reports, via copy and paste

while our planet’s going to seed

are we trying our best ?

for the creatures in need

stop, this shitting, on our own nest

how much more can the oceans bleed ?

Ivor Steven (c) July 2019

White Clouds Over Forest Floor Snail Trails

Again I’m posting this poem on “Go Dog Go Cafe’s”, Promote Yourself Monday’s, and thank you to Linda, of “Charmed Chaos”, for the kind invitation… Please Click >>>> Here to visit their fabulous site.

White Clouds Over Forest Floor Snail Trails

I remember the days well

When I could hear the ringing of bluebells

And the horizon, was an aqua clear skyline

Splashed with drifting, pristine shrines

The fertile ranges, enriched by His grapevines

Growing on posts and wires, green living enzymes

Now everywhere, there’s poles, cables and yellow floodlights

Feeding hungry digital mealtimes, instead of stargazers under the moonlight

Oh, to again see clouds glide with full white sails

Moving slow enough to observe, a forest floor’s snail trails

Ivor Steven (c) July 2019

Sleeping Beauty

I’ve a lady visiting, on my bed

Relaxed and snoring, all spread

Friendly, and in her own way beautiful

Cuddly and always an armful

I’m grateful to have her here

Beside me, I adore her soft ears

Lovingly listening to my heartbeat

As she lays there on my feet

Undemanding, a gracious sleeping beauty

Attending to her daily needs, is my happy duty

Ivor Steven (c) July 2019

There’ll Always Be More

His family, siblings of ten

Then a loving father of four

The king of our den

Always the gentle man at our door

You were our best friend

Now our star forever more

Ivor Steven (c) July 2019

My Universe

Inside the clouds

Comes the secret of the rain

Outside, the sky

Reflects the ocean’s colouring veins

Within the sun

Burst, undying corona rays

Overhead, the moon

Casts shadows night and day

Underneath, there’s the earth

Orbiting, in charge of seasonal change

Nearby, there’s Venus and Mars

Planets without smog and cars

Above, there’s the stars

The universe’s infinite mountain range

Featured Image: Pinterest.

Ivor Steven (c) June 2019

Strange….. this morning, I woke up with tears in my eyes……. funny how these moments, occasionally, happen…… I’m fine, I cope well these days, but I had an urge to pen some words, and I wrote these these few short lines…… Also today I’m posting this short poem on “Go Dog Go Cafe’s”, Promote Yourself Monday’s site, please visit them, by clicking >>> Here.

Wherever You Are

You are the pillow

In my pillowcase

You are the morning

In my sky

The cloud in my eyes

The water in my heart

You are the soul

In my every word

Ivor Steven (c) June 2019

The Flower Show

A Haiku for V.J. Knutson. Earlier in the day, I said to V.J. I was going to the Geelong Orchid Show today and she wanted some photos, and I hope my post here, conveys the beauty of the flowers that were on display …. I’m not a good photographer, and all of these photos have been cropped and colour enhanced…… And today’s Weekly Photo Challenge is: Edit... << Please click here to view, the “Weekly Prompts” site…