Shadowed Ground
I look up and wonder why
The moon is fearfully hiding
In the fading twilight sky
As he forlornly looks down
Upon our shadowed ground
Knowing our King of Peace
Wears a shrouded crown
Dauðalogn Translation: “Calm of death”
Ivor Steven (c) January 2024
Do You See the Sound?
Oh, great spirit of the sky
My eyes hear the sound
Of your moonbeam’s cry
A message so profound
Sadly, echoing the unearthly tremors
Of whales and pelicans distressed murmurs
This world has an abundance
Of digital receiving towers
And trillions of mobile phones
To interpret your ethereal moon-rays
Cannot they see the sound?
From under the oceans
Cannot they feel the ground?
Beyond today’s horizon
Cannot they hear the drowned?
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
Please Note: All attached Photos presented in this article were taken by Derrick Knight, and he has kindly allowed me reproduce them here on my poetry site. You may visit his wonderful article, and site by clicking on this link >> https://derrickjknight.com/2023/10/02/moons-for-denzil/
Moon Dew
The moon slithered
into my bedroom
through a crack beside
her nostalgic heirloom
and lowered himself
onto my breastplate
stared into my eyes
and told me straight
“There is no need for tears
I am here to ease your fears
before I leave
I will give you
a loving spoonful
of magical moon dew
my universal cure
for the morning blues”
“Thank you, Mr. Moon”
as I joyfully sipped
from his silver spoon
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Ivor Steven (c) October 2023
I’ve had one of those yucky weeks, my computer has been moonstruck and running amok and producing guck. My “Taskbar” keeps flying south with the Ducks!! I’m feeling like an ice-puck all out of luck. So, I apologise for my moody unstuck poem of bushbuck …
Duck Muck
Sucking more air
Life sucks
Evading the sloppy duck muck
Dodging the dusty garbage truck
Never having enough bucks
To fill the milk bucket
Left empty by bloodsucking
Schmucks
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023
There, above the quivering horizon
I see a winter moon’s shadow
Falling from a cold lonely sky
There, above the afternoon’s icy dome
I see a winter moon’s silver spoon
Consuming tomes of unread poems
Falling from a vacant pillow in my bedroom
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Ivor Steven (c) May 2023
The Crescent Moon and Venus 6.10pm, April 23rd
The Universe of Love and Light (a Tanka)
The Moon and Venus
Crystalize the twilight sky
Together they dance
She, in the crescent moon’s arms
Love unites the universe
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Ivor Steven (c) April 2023
I’m Almost Home (a Haiku)
Could the stars be right
That life is almost perfect
Tonight’s moon agrees
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Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
Featured Image Above: ‘Mushrooms’ taken by Derrick Knight, and thank you to Derrick for allowing me reproduce his photos here on my poetry site.
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Off-white
White moon and white mushrooms
White doggie and white clouds
Here my writer’s world is a chromatic lamplight
After the passing of my gracious Aphrodite
Now I dream tonight
About the earth’s broken stalactites
And how the atmosphere is turning a sickly off-white
Like a grubby plastic skylight
Now with foresight
My tethered “Itmims” craft is ready and watertight
And awaits her saviours next spaceflight
“Itmims” … Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
Wryly the Moon Sighs
Looking up into the sky
There, beyond the clouds
The world’s afternoon pilot
Our phlegmatic half-moon
Petitions our eyes
And spiritually
Wryly sighs at our demise
Then wisely
Waits for twilight’s disguise
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
This weekend, at Weekly Prompts the challenge word is: Focus. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … and below is my response to their prompt; Focus …
Fiery Pearls and an Ambient Eye
“Since I don’t believe in anything
I can pretend about everything” … (anonymous)
The stars are the universe’s fiery pearls
And when smoke falls into my eyes
Her fading ashes singe my heart
The silver moon is my world’s ambient eye
And when my mind falls out of focus
His silvery beams enlighten my soul
Ivor Steven (c) July 2022
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