My poem today is actually made up of 3 different Haiku, however, as what often happens with my jumbled words and thoughts, the 3 stanzas seemed to fit together to form “one” poem …
Right or Wrong
As we scrape along
In life, we are often wrong
Before our swan song
Are we wrong or right?
Why do we let the moonlight
Disappear from sight?
Gloom enfolds the view
Gey clouds cover rainbow hues
Darkness stalks us too
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Framed (a Haiku)
A painting is framed
An artist assigns his name
The creation claimed
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Existence and Renewal”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem at Coffee House Writers
https://coffeehousewriters.com/existence-and-renewal/
Ivor Steven (c) September 2021
“After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – I have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains.” ― Walt Whitman
Intertwined
Why are we deaf and blind?
How can we be so silently unkind?
Nature is not our kitchen to be redesign
Mother Earth is our holy shrine
Our one and only protective rind
All we need, is her love intertwined
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Featured Image: Forest Garden, Mt Dandenong, Victoria, by Greg Brave
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Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
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“We build too many walls and not enough bridges” … Isaac Newton
Unfinished (a Haiku)
The bridges are burnt
Ancient connections lost
Unfinished missions
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Good morning readers .. today the reblogg button worked .. thank you to “Sue” for her advice of trying a different channel/page
The original version of ‘Sailing By’ I wrote back in 2012, and this revised piece is from July 2018
Sailing By
Gone, a day, weeks, years
Gone, sailing by, lonely tears
Gone, sailing by, the good times
Gone, the years of a lifetime
What’s the difference between desire and passion?
What’s the chance of finding one in billion?
There are millions in the oceans of the world
There are thousands of beats to every new heart
What’s the difference between love and pain?
What’s the chance of falling in love again?
There are millions of stars in the Milky-Way
There are hundreds of dreams about love yesterday
What’s the difference between the sea and the sky?
What’s the chance of sharing the horizon in July?
There’s no answers to your questions
There are months of wonders in the four seasons
What’s the difference between the calm and the storm?
What’s…
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Bridges of ancient dreams spanned
On the wings of the bridled albatross
Flying over shallow lakes of delta moss
Bridges crossing from here to there
Above the worlds fractured rivers
Meandering from there to here
Connecting lonely bridal hands
Of people from far away lands
Bridges trekked by torn and splintered feet
And blooded by bomb blasted streets
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
My poem today is made from a list of comments that I have left on fellow ‘Bloggers’ sites, and in order of stanza appearance these are the writers sites for you to visit ..
Bart – https://bartbarkerpoet.com/
Sadje – https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/
Punam – https://paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com/
Sadje – https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/
Annette – https://aikalandros.com/
Dwight – https://rothpoetry.wordpress.com/
Michelle~M – https://herwritinghaven.com/
Catxman – https://catxman.wordpress.com/
Mark – https://havocandconsequence.wordpress.com/
Cindy – https://uniquelyfitblog.com/
Carol – https://therapybits.com/
Cassa – https://flickerofthoughts.com/
Windwhisperer – https://wildwindwhisperer.wordpress.com/
Worlds Beyond Thoughts
Laws are merely guide lines
For the arrows of love to climb
Mirror mirror on the wall
Recalls our joys and falls
Behind every mask there is a weathered face
Behind every face old lines survive in place
Behind every place memories live with grace
Evil eyes lurk in veiled skies
The wisdom of native ancestors should be listened to
And not be lost to the modern ways this arrogant world
The way of modern progress
Is to leave nature shamefully undressed
Nature and renewal walk down the garden path hand in hand
I hear church bells ring
I see the mouses die
And the clouds always cry
Keep the cup full, turn the power on
And the answer will come
Like a big jigsaw puzzle
Not all the pieces will fit back
And overall the world will look the same
I cannot dwell on what has been
While I feel my blade of grass is alive and green
Above and beyond the crusty dirt
The universe is a symphonic concert
They say that the truth hurts
Beware of cold desserts
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Ivor Steven (c) September 14th 2021
I wrote this poem a year ago …
A Violet and A Blade of Grass
Years ago, I met a young lady
With hair the colour of autumn leaves
I liked her, and she liked me
And our courtship flourished rapidly
One day we were walking down by the river
Where I casually paused to pick a flower
And I gently placed the violet in her hair
She fondly smiled, and said quietly
“Open your hand, I’ve a gift for you too”
Upon my palm she tenderly placed a blade of grass
“There, that is to signify my eternal love for you”
I blushed and smile, and said proudly
“As mother nature is my witness, I love you”
“And thank you, for this blade of grass”
“I shall treasure your kindness forever”
My heart was pounding, as I steadily took her hand
And uttered the words, “Would you like to marry me”
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
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