Category: Poems

Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 19. Posted by calensariel in Blogging  

“What have you done 
that no one knows about?”

When I was ten and brave

I climbed our tree, a giant Peppercorn

Nearly midnight, and I clambered stark naked.

Maybe it was a full-moon

 

When I was fourteen and timid

I quickly kissed the girl next door

Under a midday sun, bashfully red-faced

Maybe it was spring-time

 

When I was seventeen, my voice had broken

I met a gorgeous school girl

I’d walk her home, hand in hand, and in love

I shyly asked her to marry me

She was wiser than me, and said no

I was young and naive

 

When I was twenty-six and carefree

I married the girl of my dreams

We needed shelter and a home

I went to the local bank for a loan

I lied to the manager and declared assets falsely

We moved into our house, and lived happily ever-after

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

A sincere thank you to Colleen of Chatterblog, for inspiring me to write these few simple words about my childhood days, via a recent gorgeous post https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2018/05/03/if-you-didnt-ever/

In my time

trees I did climb

played hide and seek

always had a peak

went to the park

’til after dark

built my own fort

enjoyed my sport

day dreamed in class

smart enough to pass

nicked my brothers shoes

teased my sister too

In my time

I laughed with you

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

 

 

I didn’t have a dream 

My night-time was a void 

No crystal shallows or bubbling streams 

No deep blue ocean covered in white caps 

The tropical sunshine a distant past 

My courtyard flowers are coldly dormant 

Autumn leaves shrivel upon the damp 

The Sun’s not to be seen 

No shadows or garden beams 

My cloudiness a sombre screen 

The front door is slightly ajar 

All I see is a celestial star 

 

I didn’t live my dream 

All is not what it seems 

But I’m quietly satisfied with my stay 

Charting my days under a celestial star 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Storms do come and go

high seas and undertow’s

my chaotic fears on show

awaiting the next big snow

…….

let the pendulum swing

posterity’s blowing in the wind

…….

I’m sitting here on the floor

It’ll be for a short time

’til I find a door

…….

I’m slippery like an eel

I flow with the field

my mood changes with the breeze

I can be cold as ice in a freeze

or I can be warm as toast

sunbathing on a tropical coast

I can be a chameleon in the trees

not easy to see, but ready to please

…….

My soul is open

your eyes look into my heart

your moon’s my Bowman

cupids arrows play Mozart

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

I dreamt of her serenity

I gently held her frailty

I whispered calmly

words of love and grace

unable to fathom

her living museum

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Who knows the words to your song

Who sings in tune to your song

Who’s to say a song is right

Or a song is wrong

It’s not their song

It’s not my song

It’s your song

Aren’t we all here for the same song

Right or wrong

Let’s all sing the song

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

After self-destruction

There’s a resurrection

After the Fall

There’s winter and spring

After the blossom

There’s fruit to eat

After last years rotting cores

They’re the trees nourishment

…….

Understanding our time

Is no easy rhyme

…….

True love is hard to find

When found be very kind

Love can break your spine

And blow away your mind

…….

Ah, and this one is for my dear friend Walt.

Horse manure and ashes of Walt

Magic mushrooms could result

Mischief and joy amongst the peat

A reincarnation you’ll be, barking on four feet.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

The air I breath

Purifying within

free to leave

free as the wind

…….

I wonder at nature’s freshness

early in the morning

we take her for granted

our perennial mother earth

nurturing a new start to every day

I wish our mankind could

begin afresh like her

…….

Searches are many

answers unfound

mirrors our insanity

until eyes hear sound

…….

They may steal my words

with their poison pens

but they’ll never be able

to copy my heart

nor retrieve my soul

……

Time is on my side of the door

a knock, a chat, wine and more

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

 

A fresh autumn dew

settles upon your browning leaves

stems are wilting and dying too.

I planted you too late

in a large terracotta pot

caringly watered and fed

eventually you grew

tall and climbing askew

groups of yellow flowers

producing bunches of fruit.

Dear Rapunzel tomatoe bush

you cropped me treats

delicious cherry-red bites

now your year is complete

mulched for next seasons heat.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

There’s a darkness within us all

waiting for a hidden call

 

It’s always the same

a shame

the blame game

that douse’s our flame

 

I’m a mere man

her glass jar

folds in my hand

released, her radiant star

 

On her wildest course

Mother earth is a true force

she’ll always be stronger

forgive her warranted anger

 

Like her lava flowing into the sea

her stormy green eyes melt me

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018