Sunrise Beyond the Cracks



My sage coloured curtains are half open

And the grey cloudy sky is half blue

I see the tree tops are half green

And above their swaying screens

I see last nights fading half moon

Is my world a half empty spoon?



Or is my ocean half full of wishes?

And splashing daylight kisses

Upon nature’s eternal waterfalls

Where misty forest rainbows

Deck her shimmering valley halls

My sunrise beyond the cracks in crumbing walls

Ivor Steven (c) September 2020

Here in Victoria we have the famous ‘Fairy Penguin Parade’ on “Phillip” Island, which is south-east of Melbourne. Because of the current ‘Covid’ restrictions, Phillip Island ‘Nature Parks’ are currently broadcasting live telecasts of the fantastic Penguin Parade, and hopefully this YouTube link will work for you >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGr3V2pwNbo

A Cool Penguin



During these days of low tides

I am again to be shut inside

Today, there is more reasons than one

My courtyard’s devoid of springs sun

And there are only raindrop ripples

On the grounds expanding puddles

And standing there in the pouring rain

Drinking the wet sky, like cascading champagne

Was Phillip the penguin, wryly smiling

And splashing in the cool pool under his webbing

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020.

I standing was on an iceberg

Near the south pole

Watching the news on Bloomberg

Wanting to know who was in control



Time, never leaves us alone

Time and time again

We say, where has time gone

Nineteen years, since that September pain



Where were you on that day?

When Times Square stood still

As the sky-line fell on Broadway

Testing humanities courage and will

Ivor Steven (c) September 11th 2020

Here in the cemetery

Among her guardian faeries

I kneel with flowers in hand

Wearing a mask and feeling bland

You cannot see my smile

Under my new covering style



Do not be alarmed, I’m no bandit

See under my arm, it’s the same old blanket

That I use to sit down beside you

Where I stay and ramble on about us two

I have two glasses and a bottle of red

For a toast to us, to when next we will be wed

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020

Over on Weekly Prompts the Wednesday challenge is; Green Thumb. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here. Today is my/our anniversary day and appropriately my poem for the prompt is called “Flowers”…..


Flowers

can a dream be drowned

by a sinking crown?

weighted down by old flowers

and tiny violets of mysterious power



can a future be found?

above the ashes and ground

blown away by old flowers

as tiny violets cover a crumbling bell tower



can a fading light survive

beyond the gardens empty hive?

can time chime without old flowers

and tiny violets of magical power?

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020

My imagination’s beaming

Alive and dreaming

Even when I’m sleeping

Tired eyes are peeping

Searching for the milky-way

Flying there, on my open sleigh

And sailing the air-waves

High above broadway



Steering my spacecraft, Itmims**

While reading The Brothers Grimm

And playing a tune on my old violin

The theme from ‘Lord of the Rings’



I’m a visionary sky Pilot

With a handful of violets

Travelling beyond a silvery moon

To float upon our blue lagoon

**Itmims; ”Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space”….

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020

Boldly imagination’s written on the wall

A loud creative sign for us all



Imagination looks beyond the distant horizon

To where a blue sky unites the oceans

Imagination looks above the gathering dark clouds

To where a golden sun dispels all doubts



Imagination looks inside the essence of nature

To where a nurtured animal instinct matures

Imagination looks outside the boundaries of mankind

To where a human mind can thrive nonaligned

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020.

Today is Fathers Day in Australia, so I’m presenting a few poems that I written about my Dad…..

Waiting Time

I’m a time-traveler on a mission

Waiting for a personal vision

An image of my father’s ghost

To appear above the white-water coast

Millenniums ago, I delivered him to the ocean

Threw his ashes across the horizon

Away from faceless time-clocks

Away from hidden jagged rocks

Now I see him proudly standing afloat

Wondering who’s left to row the boat

Waiting for the breeze, without a sail

Seeking his passage through soundless hail

Beyond tumbling waves, a prism of light

Waiting stops, his alien spirit soars  tonight

There’ll Always Be More

His family, siblings of ten

Then a loving father of four

The king of our den

Always the gentle man at our door

You were our best friend

Now our star forever more

Alex

My trusty guardian

Shamefully

I’ve taken him for granted

That happy old chap

Who faithfully

Protects me

A loyal family friend

He’s always been around

Like an inherited heirloom

His age remains a mystery

He’s stoic and quietly stern

And I dare not ask him

The eternal keeper

Of our ancestral tree

Holder of heavens keys

Guarding life’s comings a goings

Waiting there, under shady leaves

Forever our courtyard centurion

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020

 

Breakfast Mandarine,  a Haiku

Orange Mandarine

Full of vital vitamins

With a tangy zing

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Sept 2020