Floating on my bed of rhyme

I continued to drift in dream time

Reaching out through the window

I imagined what I could borrow

From the world’s future of sorrow

And beyond the blue horizon

On the edge of the Indian Ocean

I grabbed a piece of tomorrow’s sky

Strange, the feeling dazzled my eyes

Then I spied a bright azure hue of daylight

And in the neon view was an ancient site

Nature’s unperturbed, “The Great Australian Bight”

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

This week the Wednesday Challenge from Weekly Prompts is: THE UNEXPECTED
Please visit there fabulous site by clicking > HERE … And my poem below was a totally “Unexpected” philosophical piece from a few of my ‘scattered’ thoughts today …


Life In Mime

We do spend a lifetime

Trying to make our lives rhyme

But truth is scattered with our life’s crimes

Of how we didn’t take the honest climb

And our protest words were only in mime

Against the inhumane pantomime of mankind

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Nick Cave & The Dirty Three-Time Jesum Transeuntum Et Non Riverentum. Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We were called to the forest… when we went down
A wind blew warm and eloquent
We were searching for the secrets of the universe…
And we rounded up demons and forced them to tell us what it all meant
We tied ’em to trees and broke them down one by one
And on a scrap of paper, they wrote these words…
And as we read them, the sun broke through the trees…
“Dread the passage of Jesus, for he will not return.”

[Verse 2]
Then we headed back to our world and left the forest behind…
Our hearts singin’ with all the knowledge of love
Then somewhere, somehow, we lost the message along the way…
And when we got home, we bought ourselves a house
And we bought a car that we did not use…
And we bought a cage and two singing birds…
And at night we’d sit and listen to the canary’s song
For we’d both run right out of words…
Now the stars, they are all angled wrong…
And the sun and the moon refuse to burn
But I remember a message in a demon’s hand
Dread the passage of Jesus for he does not return…
…he does not return…
…he does not return..

Today I surprised myself

I surpassed my doubts

Could I actually do the task?

Am I physically strong enough?

Mentally keen and capable

To endure a day of hard work

Surprise, surprise, I survived

Job completed and clients suitably pleased

And I am home enjoying a red wine

Although when I finished it was almost dark

And my back was stiff as redgum bark

But a job stamped by my old-time quality trademark

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

A poem I wrote in Aug 2017 ….

My Girl

She’s a constant joy,

Tiny like a toy.

She leaps and prance’s,

Does hind-leg dances.

She slips and slides,

Does tummy glides.

She lays on all laps,

Loves all-day pats.

She’s a mirror of love,

Knowingly, from above.

Ivor Steven (c) May 2021

frozen

the world is becalmed

zero

the last autumn day

time

a ghostly sundial shadow

frost

blankets the ground

icicles

hinge on the trees

birds

silently catch their breath

Ivor Steven (c) May 2021

Mother nature is my gardener

My living dance of life

I follow her guiding waltz

And let her conduct the lead

Where everything in her wonderland is real

Everything I touch, I can feel

And inside every blade of grass

Everything I see is a fairyland field

Every aroma from the magical forest

Gently breezes across my forehead

Every midnight moonbeam

Covers me in a silver dreams

Every golden ray of sunshine

Lights up my dreams like a neon sign

I cannot control the sun

I cannot control the waves

But I can control the energy I receive

From every moment there is a second

Every second is a piece of time’s errand

Every errand is a part of life’s legend

Below is a music/video of Hanna Kah’s brand new song “Tell Me Who I Am”, and if you have time, their new hit is well worth a listen …

Ivor Steven (c) May 2021