Christmas Lights

Season’s greetings to all my “WordPress Friends and Followers”

Featured Image: Geelong Floating Xmas Tree-2 | Russell Charters | Flickr

Today on Weekly Prompts the Wednesday challenge is: CHRISTMAS DINNER. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. .. and my poem ‘Christmas Lights’ is in response to their prompt …

Christmas Lights

A year of standing alone

Without the normal crowd

Talking to no one

Silence was far too loud

Shut in and locked down

Disinfected and scoured

Months of writer’s cramps

An elbow’s old nerve soured

Numbness travels to hand

Dumbness seemed to be allowed

December’s faltering days

Turned into Christmas lights

And a New Year causeway

Seems to be within sight

https://youtu.be/VAGSn3Zo-j4

Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

Estranged Again (a Haiku)

Isolation time

In the empty house of rhyme

Outside the sun shines

Ivor Steven © November 2021

New Mushrooms, by Ivor Steven

I’m thrilled to announce that a second poem of mine “New Mushrooms” was also selected by the Red Wolf Journal for their up-coming 2022 Spring Edition Anthology, a sincere thank you to the editor Irene for accepting my poem.

https://youtu.be/cl4cLEToPfc

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Red Wolf Journal

New Mushrooms
by Ivor Steven

After the storm
Old boundaries were transformed
Fences were moved and torn
Fields smelled of rotting corn
Patient vultures remained airborne
Above the drowning longhorn’s

After the storm
I rested under the peppercorn
And I saw new mushrooms rise with the dawn

Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, and has been writing for 20 years. He is a member of Geelong Writer Inc (Australia), a team member with the on-line blog-site ‘Go Dog Go Cafe (America), and is a writer for the Coffee House Writers Magazine (America).

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The Climb

The universe beckons today

Candles line the stairway

Their light softens the underlay

As riser shadows fade away

Unused Sunday bells begin to chime

Unfinished words start to rhyme

Is there enough time?

To complete the climb

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Cracks in the Dome

Today I read a brilliant poem over on David Redpath’s fabulous site, and I thoroughly recommend that you read his outstanding piece, by clicking on this link >>https://highwaybloggery.com/2021/11/17/welcome-to-the-placebo-dome/

The below poem, is made up from the two comments that I placed on David’s site today.

Cracks In The Dome

I can hear bells ringing from the Placebo Dome

Through the cracks in my wall here at home

And still they are singing the same old anthem

Hollow words of charming wit and blunt sarcasm

Resonating from the dysfunctional meetings in Glasgow

Declaring they have saved the planet from a deadly afterglow

Absurdly, far too ironic

In a town so green and iconic

With their faces all aglow

Ashamed they were too slow

Because there’s not enough dough

Although

The world continues to produce live ammo

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Pink Moon

My “Moon” poems have been shining for 10 days now, and today “Pink Moon” is the final poem in my series of “Moon Poems”, which coincides with Holloween tonight …And this piece I wrote in April this year..

Pink Moon

Beyond the shimmering sand

And a comforting hand

A gracious spirit is in command

Wandering along life’s deviations

Are not treasonous reactions

A change of mindset to the left of centre

May create a mystical adventure

Tonight there shines a super-moon

Bring a bowl, cream, and spoon

And share in the sweetness of pink moonbeams

That revive lost souls and sanction forgotten dreams

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

I Feel The Sky, (is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine)

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “I Feel The Sky”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem at Coffee House Writers …
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/i-feel-the-sky/

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Advance Bookings

I have thirteen available chairs

Here at the bottom of His stairs

And a dozen of them are still empty

Despite the neon sign saying “No- Vacancy”

Obviously the advance bookings

Were quickly taken

Wisely heeding the prediction

That our world was breaking

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Dreams Unseen

Dreams Unseen

I cannot run no more

And I cannot swim the sea

But I can fly

In my sky of dreams

I have stopped climbing trees

And I cannot move mountains

But the highest peaks

Are not in my dreams

I have not embraced the mystery

Of my universe

Nor found my shining star

But I am here today

Floating on my ocean of dreams

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Yes, They Know!

Yesterday I sent a comment to Suzanne’s article [The Fork in the Road – Mapping uncertainty (wordpress.com)], and my words were basically the same as my poem below …
Featured Image Above: Bing Images, Nine.com.au

Yes, They Know!

silently waiting

under our sacred Uluru

the ancient rock is ready to erupt

corporate bodies lie

governments lie

banks lie

religious leaders lie

and we the human race

blindly commit suicide

everyday we are damaging mother nature

the lifeblood of planet earth

greed is not a life giving seed

greed only makes the down trodden bleed

and continually queuing up for a feed

greed never listens

to our compassionate or humanitarian pleas

our dreams are being slowly strangled

by mysterious chemicals and noxious weeds

and we are drowning in mercury filled seas

you know what really “Bugs” me

that those despots, who own this stupid world

THEY KNOW

YES YOU KNOW AND I KNOW

THEY KNOW!

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021