Category: Poems

The Sun Arose Again

There must be a number of silent masks around

Yesterday an old mask flew away at the speed of sound

From behind, the real pieces of what we perceive

Are leftover bones, bleached by sky and sea

Where the worn pebbles lingering in the hand

Fall gently upon lines drawn in the sand

And these new beginnings could be a heavenly gift

As white doves soar above the mourning cliffs

 

Perhaps  the next awakening will be a peaceful one

Full of friendly compassion and wisdom

I’m lucky today, the sun arose again

To light up the hallway, despite the rain

I’ll be the first one to walk out the door

And the only one left here, to see her valour

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

Screaming From the Hills

For this week’s Wednesday Challenge from “Weekly Prompts” they’ve chosen the word: HABITS… Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE…Below is my response to their prompt…. again my poem has taken an abstract look at one of my old habits….

 

Screaming From the Hills

 

Time for the car and I to leave the garage

And drive to the old mountain range

Many years have passed and been spun around

Since I stood atop that ancient mound

And cleared my lungs from inside the clouds

Yelling hallowed words to distant crowds

 

I’d listen for the valley to answer so loud

A thousand voices echoing so proud

Me, with my cheeky grin, commanding the world

To hear those profound words that I had hurled

 

If not to the world, then to all within range

As I screamed. “Peace and love are not estranged”

But was I only a foolish dreamer on a hill

Rewriting and rebounding old habits from my quill

 

 

Featured Image Above: A photo of the low-lying mountain range, the ‘You Yangs’ which are only 20mins from my home… https://www.tripadvisor.com.au/Attraction_Review-g255098-d627257-Reviews-You_Yangs_Regional_Park-Victoria.html

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020

Weariness

I’m not one, to feel depressed

This is more an aura, of been oppressed

 

Bones are aching

Muscles are throbbing

And I feel like I’ve run a marathon

But I’ve hardly ventured out into the fray

Here I am in isolation

Wondering about the sun’s X-rays

 

I’m not one, to feel depressed

This is more an aura, of been oppressed

 

I’ve a thumping headache

My misty eyes are tired

And I feel like I’ve rewritten the Bible

But I’ve only been writing a poem a day

Here I am in isolation

Wondering about my future’s stairway

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

Full Circle (Again)

Full Circle 

Autumn leaves are falling

But there you are, stoically flowering

Despite a dry season of suffering

You’re proudly alive and thriving

What is it?

Is it a notion? To defy nature’s calling

What is it?

Is it a potion? To help those surviving

Are you the antidote?

For healing the dying

Have you an answer?

To resuscitating the living

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

Once Upon A Time

 

Once Upon A Time

 

The evening cloudy sky

Is glowing your colour red

My night’s ground is trembling

I hear an unearthly gale blowing

From where the half moon is howling

And I see your star is shaking

 

No, my dearest

I’ve not forgotten

You’re rattling my windows

Earlier than normal

Then that’s definitely you

Always ready and on time

 

I’ve yet to pick new flowers

For your pure white vase

Yes, forever watching over you

These years have flown

But today, feels like tomorrow

My memory tears

Are all for you

And I’m still singing your song

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

 

We’re All Here As One

In this week’s Wednesday challenge “Weekly Prompts” have chosen a very important word for the time we are living in : VULNERABILITY. Please go and visit “Weekly Prompts” site by clicking >>HERE.  Yes we are definitely living in vulnerable times of isolation and distancing. My poem below is about staying connected via our websites. And Hanna Kah’s website platform, is a good example of putting your talents out there, for everyone to enjoy… Here’s the link to their site > https://www.culture-y.com/  , and for an added bonus, if you click onto their site, and click ‘Home’, and then click on the video on their Header Page, you’ll get a video show of Hanna Kah’s live performance, from in her lounge-room studio…. please enjoy the show….

 

We’re All Here, As One

 

Mid afternoon

Time for a cuppa and cake

In the safety

Of my writing haven

Sheltering under the verandah

Listening to Hanna Kay’s music

Via a direct connection to Germany

Playing songs from her lounge-room

All the way to my courtyard

 

I’m all alone here

However, I’m sharing all of my words

To all of you readers

From all around the world

We’re all at a distance apart

But we’re all here, as one

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beyond the Dawn

Today I’m posting another article for the weekend challenge from “Weekly Prompts”, which is: Up and Down. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>Here .    My response below is a poem inspired by being able to venture out for a daily walk and observing the sky above…..

 

 

Beyond the Dawn

 

On my walks, of ups and downs

I do gaze at our covering crown

Yesterday I saw our cloudy sky

That darkening sea of grey

Today between whispering puffs

I saw an ocean of blue tufts

Tomorrow I wonder about the sun

Beyond the dawn of what’s to come

 

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020

An Old Book Shuts, a New Door Opens

This weekend the challenge from “Weekly Prompts” is: Up and Down. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>Here .    My response below is a poem about, the ‘downs and ups’ of our worlds situation at the moment….

 

An Old Book Shuts, a New Door Opens

 

Today I question myself

What do I see?

Upon my worlds’ lower shelf

There! An open wider drawer

Containing a treasure chest

A vast crater of potential

 

An orb with a mystical two piece door

The doors’ bottom half’s pale blue

Like yesterday’s fading blue moon

A book of old testaments

 

The doors’ top half’s bright yellow

A gateway of gilded gold

The book of tomorrow’s future

The new prophecy of days under the sun

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)