Coffee and Cake
While shoppers are seeking toilet rolls for their bedpans
And busy emptying the shelves of silver-beet
I’m a traditional coffee and cake man
Who craves something tasty and sweet
Direct from the old bakery van
Like a coconut and chocolate wafer treat
With a freshly brewed coffee at hand
And a jovial chat, via a friendly meet
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020..
Above Drawings: by Kerri Costello, my niece, who lives near Philadelphia (Bensalem)
Today’s poem, first appeared on my blog site in July 2017, however I’m not sure when I wrote the original piece….. I know the words where written during Easter “Once Upon Time”….. maybe 7 years ago ?
As Life Went By
You’re like an infant of mine, a distant cloud in the sky
Always ever present, not able to cry
You’re like a teen of mine, who somehow learnt to fly
Always gliding high, and passing her by
You’re like a child of mine, I lost on Good Friday
Always ever present, not able to cry
You’re like an ex-girl of mine, her first words were a lie
Always chasing the answer, by using her thighs
You’re like a friend of mine, who left on Good Friday
Always ever present, not able to cry
You’re like a lady of mine, her only instinct was to try
Always seeking final peace, as life went by
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
This week’s Wednesday Challenge on the “Weekly Prompts” site is the word BOUNDARIES. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>HERE . Below is my poem about the biggest social boundary every put in place on this planet !!
Sage Bush At Guard Tower Twelve
I’ve been on the run for weeks
Heading towards the Great Wall
From atop this steep hill
My nose tells me, I’m close
And I smell that distinctive sage aroma
Knowing, the sage bush is nearby
Below the gateway to guard tower twelve
My old bones shake and shiver
The Mongolians are closing quickly
Spears and arrows aquiver
Fear grips me, and I crawl low
Fingers grasping this granite boundary
Block after block, of the giant blockade
Frightened, I’m too scared to fall
Onto those deadly steel blades
And cold rugged rocks below
I clamber higher, step after step
Finally there above, I see my wish
The flowering sage bush
Mauve blooms bowing in the breeze
My chest sighs and heaves
I clear my lungs, and scream
Soon I’ll be free, as I see
Near the sage bush at guard tower twelve
The Emperor’s warriors, my reprieve
Saved, I fill the Royal message bag with sage leaves
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020.
Time moves pass, This Lost Shadow
Words written, of your last May Day
Timed out at one-fifteen
An afternoon, so vividly clear
Words flowed for a tragic play
Remembering my Gracious Lady
A Midday Sun, and you were gold
Words of moonlight and silvery nights
Words under stars, we were cold and bold
Words upon oceans, purples and blue
Words on fire, Smouldering beams
Words of Rain In May, your favourite green
Words cry tears of Liquid Joy, a mellow alloy
Words like an eternal vault In My Mind
Words of sorrow and tomorrow
Words of love and you were my dove
A life colours, you were every hue
A life story, coloured and true
The words in Italic, are all referring to poems of mine that have appeared on my blog site here since I started on June 7th 2017, https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/11/09/this-lost-shadow-3/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/09/06/gracious-lady/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/10/19/a-midday-sun/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/07/07/smoldering/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/01/12/rain-in-may/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/06/07/a-few-words/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/04/17/in-my-mind/
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
You’ve the wings of a gazelle
My graceful Rapunzel
You’ve the spirit of a lion
For you, my soul will keep climbing
You’ve fruit still to bear
My eyes in awe, stare
You’ve a tall elegant style
For you, my lips will always smile
You’ve the soft arms of an angel
But my heart knows, soon you’ll be disabled
The winter will bury you in snow
And I’ll wait ’til spring for you to regrow
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
This is a poem for my friend Colleen, who through her glorious writings, which assist my imagination to be brave and free.
Remain Young and Wild
I’m having a breakfast cuppa
with my friend Chatter Blog from Columbus
sharing our virtual chocolate Teddy-Bears
talking about these current affairs
agreeing we don’t have the answers
today it’s time, for us all to be garden dancers
we’re not lost, but now feeling young and wild
whirlwinds of the day, and our minds are not exiled
If wish to visit ‘Chatter Blog’s'(Colleen) site here’s a link > https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2020/04/06/to-the-truth/
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020.
After two days of wind and rain
Here is morning sunshine again
Blueness dances across the sky
“Flowers sip on light”, through moist eyes
Nature blazes into my ambient day
And dazzles my souls’ causeway
These words; “Flowers sip on light”, was borrowed from Robert Okaji’s inspiring poem “A Step Closer”… read his poem via this link > https://robertokaji.com/2020/04/05/a-step-closer-3/
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
today there’s menacing trouble
one day we’ll fly out of our bubbles
hopefully people’s profanity
and selfish insanity
will cease after the matinee
and they’ll resurrect humanity
there shall be more grief
but there will be relief
when love will grow closer
between barriers and the waiter
in my courtyard you’ll exist
in the green leaves of hope
in my heart you’ll exist
in the hum of my souls hope
Featured Image: My fernery’s, Philodendron selloum, called ‘Hope’
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
from a distance
I Know that girl
striding high
beyond that distant sky
I know that smile
from a mile away
years of distance
have passed by
that’s my pathway
until that day
when distance
will be tomorrow
and face to face
they’ll be just one
distant shadow
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
I’m climbing a ladder in my suit
to pick the ripened fruit
stretching high and askew
I’ve been told not too
step off the the ground
and stay here, earthly bound
but how else am I to fly
and reach my star in the sky
a lady told me I was wise
but my wisdom is only a disguise
hiding my old wounds and bruises
from my ripened fruits fallen excuses
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
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