Once I was a little fella, bursting at the seams
Who loved moonbeams and had big dreams
Years have gone by, now I watch and I listen
And sadly I feel our world’s listing
I’m an emotional old guy
And one day, I’m gonna die
.
Life has taught me to be patient
My story unfolds in poetic testaments
Words written, some happy, others blatant
Little things that grow by accident
Little rhymes, not asking for judgement
My little rhythmical notes, my instruments
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020.
Party, party week
Seven days of giving cheek
Eating and drinking like a hog
Sleeping like a frog on a log
But no leaping and dancing
Just happily dreaming and romancing
Friends to meet and greet
Places to go, coffee and sweets
Bones are sagging like old awnings
And I’m smiling at pink elephants in the mornings
There’s a finale fling tonight
Before a last lullaby under starry lights
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
Two three cats ran,
which is the same as the cats,
two three can check,
where is the brother of one.
pushbutton board,
fruits of the boat,
ask him to eat,
tell her she does not want to.
cempedak fruit outside the fence,
take pole pitch,
I am a newbie,
if you cant show it
The featured image above, is a photo taken by Canadian uncle(Dick), who was from, High River, Alberta. and the photograph is of Maligne Lake, a lake in Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada. The lake is famed for the colour of its azure water, the surrounding peaks.
Peace and Serenity
There’s an old biplane sign-writing on a cloud
A red blue and white poster, big and loud
Capitol Hill has coldly declared, “Chaos”, in the sky
Copied by the media’s dirty claws gone awry
Our messy world’s living on unclean ground
Lock-down’s isolation the silent sound
Stay calm and relaxed behind our covering masks
And lets inhale peace and serenity as our objective task
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
The midnight bell sweetly chimed
And I saw a bright silver moon
Soon dawn opened my sleepy eyes
And I saw a glowing golden sun
The old alarm did not ring
Arising early is no longer the thing
Today I’m another year older
Sixty-nine years upon my shoulders
Time has worn my aching back
And every ageing bone goes crack
But isn’t there a crack in everything
That’s how the new morning light gets in
Ivor Steven (c) July 20th 2020
Pocket Full Of Stars
I’ve been sleeping with memories
Here in my brother’s house
A home, away from home
I’m quietly laying here
In a warm cosy bed
Happily wiping away stars
From my night-time eyes
And up on the bedroom wall
There’s a picture of tranquillity
A painting familiar to me
Created by the hands of an angel
Pastel sky and a calm blue sea
Precisely how she viewed the world
A place of peace and serenity
I’m smiling under these loving tears
Knowing she’s within me every year.
Ivor Steven (c). July 2020
I’ve walked a long rough road
Granted to me by His hard gavel
A path of highs and lows
Never smooth nor level
Knees were bruised and cut
By slippery tracks of coarse gravel
Tripping over old shoelaces
Untidy and unravelled
Life has been lost and found
During my perpetual travels
But I’ll continue to follow my star
And keep riding the wise man’s camel
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
Vaka (Wake), Lyrics by Sigur Ros
You sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You’re so low
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low
You sigh low
You’re so
(you’re so)
you sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You’re so low
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low
You sigh low
You’re so
Dawn sunshine awakens my weary bones
And I hear the early birds are singing
About my day’s visions of flying towards home
Then I remember the tune and start humming
As the windless sky beckons my ocean spirit
It’s time to travel beyond these noisy urban alarms
Sit upon cool sand, and listen to the waves lyrics
Rhythmically roll into my waiting arms
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
Over the last two weeks I’ve had the pleasure of observing a creative piece of street-artwork evolving on a corner shop wall, at nearby the ‘Box Office Cafe’, where I like to enjoy a coffee and cake… The wonderful painting, inspired me to write this little poem.
A Brick Wall Comes Alive
There, before my smiling eyes
An old brick wall comes alive
A colourful display, growing and flowing
There’s flowers and faces glowing
Within artistic creations of finesse
Upon every brush-strokes progress
The facade’s sharing her party dress
And she’s dancing in the streets to impress
Oh.. At Carolyn’s request, here’s pic’s of my coffee & cakes….
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
In these times of oppressing days
Pressing engagements are on delay
Souls are in need of a valiant Knight
To pull us from this pool of fading light
A quicksand of swallowing gloom
Rules and restrictions clinging to every room
Oh. Brave Knight save us from doom
Roll away the dark stone covering our tomb
Bring us your enlightening thunderbolt
A silver torch of liberty to our vaults
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
The Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge on ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’ is; Write a poem or piece of prose around the words “in the stillness” All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate. Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or….. Here’s my response to this weeks prompt
Black and White
A calmness follows
The healing of night
As the dark moon
Sinks from sight
Leaving no shadow
Upon this blight
Arise lonely soul
Into the stillness of light
The heart throbs again
As blackness turns white
Ivor Steven (c) 2020
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