Poems – Page 184 – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

A Brick Wall Comes Alive

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

Brave Knight

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

Black and White

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

Polar Bears and Cold Sheep

hello world, do you see my frown?

will the blizzards ever calm down?

will the rains ever soften the ground?

will the tears of silence be the only sound?

the frozen wounds are deep

the mountains of snow are steep

humans need to stop being cold sheep

and begin taking their own individual leaps

the rewards of being nice

far outweigh this world of ice

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020

Paradise Beach

Paradise Beach

on and on we must go

we the mighty who dare

to venture above and beyond

our drab old vaudeville show

join the journey of discovery

out there in search of the Milky Way

swim on our universe’s distant shores

where there’s sure to be a stellar star

completely made of compassion

held together by oceans full of love

our beach, a united paradise

one nation, within our reach

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020

Tullawalla #18 “I, Can Breathe”

Hello dear readers and followers. Over the last 3 days I’ve been preparing and typing madly, to produce my Eighteenth Tullawalla Poetry Booklet….. Because of my recent health issues, the setting out and formulating of the booklet has been quite a task for me….. And I apologise for my absence from your blog sites… my ability to do more than one thing at a time, is now very limited….Anyhow, for new readers that don’t know about these booklets, they are basically the reason why I write poetry. I produce the booklets for the sole purpose of raising funds for my favourite charity organisation, the MS Society, in Australia via the MS Charity Shop here in Geelong. And actually all money’s I receive for any of my poetry .via, submissions, I donate to the MS Society…. I’m proud to announce, that the sale of my “Tullawalla Booklets”, have now gone pass $1300.00, … to all the lovely readers, who have donated, to help achieve such a wonderful amount, a big heartfelt thank you, from “us” and the MS Society … …..Amazingly, there is now a total of “736 poems”, in my collection/series of 18 Tullawalla Booklets. This booklet is finally completed, and ready for sale now !! As always, they are available for purchase, either as a hard copy or a PDF format….. All proceeds go to the MS Charity Shop, here in Geelong West….. Please contact me here through my website page and I can chat about arrangements from there…. Oh, the booklet is called “Tullawalla: “I, Can Breathe”… …. And here is the link to my website >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020.

There’s a Penguin In My Courtyard

Today I was struggling for a title and the wording of my 2nd line, but after a chat with a friend of mine, a well known poet, who’s, “Living on the equator and longing for snow”. and she inadvertently inspired me, to come up with the title, and complete my second line….

There’s a Penguin In My Courtyard

my courtyards a frozen pond

cold enough for a penguin

shrouds of ice lay upon the ground

and a crisp sharpness cuts the sound

of the birds unthawed songs of silence

as fernery fronds curl in glaciated defiance

and in the corner there’s a frostbitten spider’s web

while frigidly rigid is the succulent flower bed

above there’s the sun’s ambient saffron disc

the dawn’s prediction that golden days do exist

Ivor Steven (c) June 2020

Sharing the Sun

I’m waiting for Aine’s promise

On an outdoor setting of the Box Office

My open eyes don’t see lies

The white icing is only a disguise

Reality lays under the glossy lid

Hiding a secret taste of apple and fig

Together, we’re sharing the sun’s halo

A warm circle of iridescent yellow

Divinely shiny, fresh and mellow

A glorious treat for me to swallow

Aine- In Irish mythology, Áine, is the summer sun. Áine is the goddess of wealth, with power over crops and animals and she is sometimes represented by a red horse.

Ivor Steven (c) June 2020

Lost, Without a Compass

Lost and isolated, without a compass

Below the dome of justice

Inside the great white shed

Behind faceless masks of dread

Hides a secret constitution misread

And under fire the penguin wears two heads

The curtain of the sacred temple

Has been torn down the middle

A shredded divide, created by design

The devils’ chasm, now cleverly enshrined

Ivor Steven (c) June 2020

Our World, Air For Us All

I posted this poem yesterday evening, I’m republishing today, without the ‘Links/Pingbacks’… and I’m adding another old ‘Bee Gees’ song “Words”, which seems to be appropriate for my poem here, which basically, is only ‘words’ from my pondering thoughts.

Our World, Air For Us All

What grows up

Eternally falls to ground

What’s absorbed in

Eventually seeps out

Did you hear the sound?

The world is round

But is the universe a square?

As we struggle to breathe in our share

Did you hear there’s enough air for us all?

So why cry before we’ve learnt how to crawl?

Ivor Steven (c) June 2020