My internal battle is never ending
Neither won nor lost
My opponent is my ghost
I forgive with the morning dew
And my regrets are few
There is two breaths in every moment
The first one kisses our heart
The second breath caresses our soul
True love is hard to find
And impossible to define
When found, be exceedingly kind
Love can spellbind your mind
But blindly, love is not declined
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Mid afternoon
Here in my empty room
Between unruffled sheets
With the curtains drawn
I remember our matinee’s
Of laughter and soft sighs
You would tickle my feet
As I caressed your naked thighs
Tomorrow afternoon
There in my lonely room
Between unruffled sheets
The curtain falls at my feet
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Why Wait? The Boat Is Sinking Anyhow”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers >>
https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-boat-is-sinking/
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Do you get caught staring?
At an unknown person
Who returns your stare
With an angry glare
Sorry!
I was daydreaming
Inside an empty vortex
You were not in there
Nor next
My vacant gaze
Was mindlessly waiting
For my sparkling mirage
To turn into Cinderella’s carriage
Or am I?
The next ex
Before the why
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
It’s the devil in me
The curiosity of a buzzing bee
I just had to see
Your words of poetry
Writing is a conundrum
Your quill keeps attuning the drum
A humming note on every blue line
Do not worry if your rhythm is not in time
I only need to hear the chiming of your rhyme
To understand your journey’s resounding climb
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
I wrote to you
You wrote to me
Your words turned to scrawl
Eyes began to call
A crack crept down the wall
You stood on the rubble so tall
We let the dust settle
Heated up the Kettle
Had a cuppa and a silent chat
Light flows back, through the crack
Words were our pearls
Writing is my world
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
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During the month of February, my stunning Day Lily begins to bloom, and my poem today was originally written in February 2018
Day Lily and Love
Upon my pillow I sleep
Good morning, I do peek
From the cushion of my dreams
To my garden’s radiating beams
Blushing red hues, oh so bright
You bloom during the night
After cuddling the dew
You open up your scenic view
Flowering, standing proud and steep
Perfection at my feet
A glorious Lily, like wings of a dove
And by sunlight, you air your love
Ivor Steven (c) February 2018
Hello readers and followers, you most welcome to participate in our new format from “Go Dog Go Cafe”, which is being organised by Donna Matthews, an interesting format of writing a “Haibun”, so read all about how to write a Haibun, and you are all welcome to join us at Go Dog Go Cafe, and post your articles here on “Haibun Wednesdays” …by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Autobiographical poetic prose accompanied by haiku.
Bruce Ross
In his old age Basho, who may be credited with establishing the haiku form, undertook a long journey to the remote regions of northern Japan, fully expecting to die before completing it. He did complete the journey, and his record of it has become a classic of world literature and an example, in the broadest sense, of haibun, autobiographical poetic prose accompanied by haiku.
– Journey to the Interior, American Versions of Haibun, Edited by Bruce Ross
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I have memorized pain
I feel caressed by the rain
Soothing my daily pain
Let it rain
I am over being a champion
Floating on a cloudy high
I breathe in and sigh
Be at peace I decry
Stop doubting how and why
We are one world
Under the one sky
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 