Yesterday, I was dead tired
Today, I sternly asked
Why does life have to be such a task ?
Then I quietly answered myself
Life is like a bean-stalk
Isn’t it ? My son
Whilst we are climbing high
Reaching for the sun
I cannot wait, for tomorrow’s snow
I’m not ready to go
I’m yet to repaint the sky
Again, I’ll have to learn how to fly
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
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
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.
Thanks again Ivor,
Yonnie💜
InHisCare
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
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
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
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
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
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…
Haiku: The Flower Show
A hall full of blooms
The scene, a sea of colour
Flowering perfume
Ivor Steven (c) June 2019
