In my home, I’d become a stranger

I couldn’t stand it any longer

So I entertained a guest today

A girl Emmie came to stay

Sweetly a companion blissfully pleasant

Not a great conversationalist

But her body language

Was gracefully warm and honest

And with first eye contact

I bowed to her demands

I guided her around my ranch

And after a scrumptious lunch

We went for a walk together

Despite the cold and windy weather

The outing in nature’s conditions

Didn’t dampen our joint ambitions

Of later resting on my comfy lounge-chair

Where I gently patted her curly hair

Above Drawings: by Kerri Costello, my niece, who lives near Philadelphia (Bensalem)

Today’s poem, first appeared on my blog site in July 2017, however I’m not sure when I wrote the original piece….. I know the words where written during Easter “Once Upon Time”….. maybe 7 years ago ?

As Life Went By

You’re like an infant of mine, a distant cloud in the sky

Always ever present, not able to cry

You’re like a teen of mine, who somehow learnt to fly

Always gliding high, and passing her by

You’re like a child of mine, I lost on Good Friday

Always ever present, not able to cry

You’re like an ex-girl of mine, her first words were a lie

Always chasing the answer, by using her thighs

You’re like a friend of mine, who left on Good Friday

Always ever present, not able to cry

You’re like a lady of mine, her only instinct was to try

Always seeking final peace, as life went by

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

You’ve the wings of a gazelle

My graceful Rapunzel

You’ve the spirit of a lion

For you, my soul will keep climbing

You’ve fruit still to bear

My eyes in awe, stare

You’ve a tall elegant style

For you, my lips will always smile

You’ve the soft arms of an angel

But my heart knows, soon you’ll be disabled

The winter will bury you in snow

And I’ll wait ’til spring for you to regrow

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020

This is a poem for my friend Colleen, who through her glorious writings, which assist my imagination to be brave and free.

Remain Young and Wild

I’m having a breakfast cuppa

with my friend Chatter Blog from Columbus

sharing our virtual chocolate Teddy-Bears

talking about these current affairs

agreeing we don’t have the answers

today it’s time, for us all to be garden dancers

we’re not lost, but now feeling young and wild

whirlwinds of the day, and our minds are not exiled

If wish to visit ‘Chatter Blog’s'(Colleen) site here’s a link > https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2020/04/06/to-the-truth/

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020.