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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Featured Image Above: A photo by Derrick Knight, and a sincere thank you to Derrick for allowing me to use his wonderful photos along my poems. You can visit his site via this link >> https://derrickjknight.com/2021/09/05/greener-graveyard-grass/
The Path (a Senryu)
His tired empty heart
Travels a lonely path
In a dusty cart
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
The reblogg button did not work over on the “Go Dog Go Cafe” site, so I have copied & pasted to my site.. >> http://godoggocafe.com/2021/09/10/throwback-friday-whispering-flowers-by-ivor-steven/
Whispering Flowers
I went shopping this morning
To buy her flowers
For our anniversary day
A bus trip to the local florist
Then I boarded another bus to the cemetery
My first time on a bus carrying flowers
Bouquet in hand, on I hopped
You could’ve heard a pin drop
Over the silence, I heard solemn whispers
The men on the bus, courteously nodded
And the ladies knowingly smiled
Gratified, I dipped my cap in acknowledgement
Then I started to sense the day’s emotions arise
And with my honesty glowing, I felt proudly special
Ivor Steven (c) September 10th 2018
Some Time Now
Today’s anniversary is fouty five yeas
A marriage of happy smiles, then sad tears
Our color is both red and sapphire blue
Representing the depth and stability of you
Anniversaries, they come, and they go
Some time now since that final May snow
Anniversaries, my soul does not let them pass
Some time now, I reminisce the last
Anniversaries, none ever forgotten
Some time now since your everlasting smile was taken
Anniversaries, over coral and every colour
Some time now since your tidal wave of valour
Anniversaries, when love grew stronger
Some time now since the years became longer
Anniversaries, covered by, love, suffering and pain
Some time now since our river flooded with rain
Your troubles fell, with an Autumn leaf
Forever enshrined, our promises of belief
Ivor Steven (c) September 10th 2021
Hello dear readers and followers, today I am presenting another Haiku … I seem to be on a roll for writing Haiku lately … and I have no rhyme or reason as to why this is so … but I do enjoy the challenge of their concise format …
Church Mouse (a Haiku)
I hear church bells ring
Did an elder church mouse die
Grey clouds always cry
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
A big thank you to mbrazfieldm, for allowing me to borrow her “Three Word Line”, which I used here at the beginning of my Haiku… You may visited her incredible site by clicking on the link >> https://wordslessspoken781842219.blog/2021/09/02/3wordpoetpost-15/
Candles (a Haiku)
Our Burning Silence
Magnifies our own problems
Candles in the wind
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 “Pebbles Fade into Dust”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem at Coffee House Writers …
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
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