Good Morning Sunshine

After two days of wind and rain

Here is morning sunshine again

Blueness dances across the sky

“Flowers sip on light”, through moist eyes

Nature blazes into my ambient day

And dazzles my souls’ causeway

These words; “Flowers sip on light”, was borrowed from Robert Okaji’s inspiring poem “A Step Closer”… read his poem via this link > https://robertokaji.com/2020/04/05/a-step-closer-3/

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020

Dreams of Hope

today there’s menacing trouble

one day we’ll fly out of our bubbles

hopefully people’s profanity

and selfish insanity

will cease after the matinee

and they’ll resurrect humanity

there shall be more grief

but there will be relief

when love will grow closer

between barriers and the waiter

in my courtyard you’ll exist

in the green leaves of hope

in my heart you’ll exist

in the hum of my souls hope

Featured Image: My fernery’s, Philodendron selloum, called ‘Hope’

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020

A Luxury of Green, Xanadu

This weekend the Saturday challenge from Weekly Prompts, and their monthly colour challenge for April is: Xanadu. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking > HERE

Above Images: Photos from my fernery, of the Philodendron Xanadu.

A Luxury of Green, Xanadu: A Cinquain* poem

Ancient

Kubla Khan times

A Palace of beauty

Mystical Xanadu city

Did thrive

*A Cinquain is 5 lines:
Line 1: 2 syllables
Line 2: 4 syllables
Line 3: 6 syllables
Line 4: 8 syllables
Line 5: 2 syllables

And here’s my favourite “Green” song, Leonard Cohen’s ‘Leaving Green Sleeves’

A Distant Shadow

from a distance

I Know that girl

striding high

beyond that distant sky

I know that smile

from a mile away

years of distance

have passed by

that’s my pathway

until that day

when distance

will be tomorrow

and face to face

they’ll be just one

distant shadow

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020

Ripened Fruit

I’m climbing a ladder in my suit

to pick the ripened fruit

stretching high and askew

I’ve been told not too

step off the the ground

and stay here, earthly bound

but how else am I to fly

and reach my star in the sky

a lady told me I was wise

but my wisdom is only a disguise

hiding my old wounds and bruises

from my ripened fruits fallen excuses

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020

Another Day

The muted day is ambling by

Grey clouds blowing in the sky

Banks of rain tears are flowing down

I’m sheltering under my iron crown

I wonder about today and tomorrow

When are we to reappear from our burrows

Winter approaches to cool the ground

Autumn colours are vanishing uncrowned

The super-bug remains lingering in the air

And Scientist are striving to snuffle this virus affair

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020

You Cannot Shoot Or Electrocute It, by Ivor Steven

My poem ‘You Cannot Shoot or Electrocute It’ is published at “The Lockdown Journal” and thank you to the editor Mona for accepting my poem….

The Lockdown Journal

You Cannot Shoot Or Electrocute It

I see grey clouds drifting across the sky

And I hear the great white bear continue to lie

You cannot shoot it

Nor can you electrocute it

I cannot hear your bullets blazing

Nor can your bombs do the erasing

Your insincere words cannot stop it

Nor can your falsehoods hide it

I cannot see your pain and fears

Nor can I see your sympathetic tears

Your money keeps you safe in the ivory tower

But will your money send the people flowers

Ivor Steven (c) March 2020

Bob Dylan, wrote these profound lyrics 50 years ago…

“All Along The Watchtower”

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You Cannot Shoot Or Electrocute It

This week’s Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts, is the word WARY. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . Below is my poem about being ‘Wary’

You Cannot Shoot Or Electrocute It

I see grey clouds drifting across the sky

And I hear the great white bear continue to lie

You cannot shoot it

Nor can you electrocute it

I cannot hear your bullets blazing

Nor can your bombs do the erasing

Your insincere words cannot stop it

I’m wary of your falsehoods, that hide it

I cannot see your pain and fears

Nor can I see your sympathetic tears

Your money keeps you safe in the ivory tower

But will your money send the people flowers

Ivor Steven (c) March 2020

Bob Dylan, wrote these profound lyrics 50 years ago…

“All Along The Watchtower”

“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief,
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.””No reason to get excited”, the thief, he kindly spoke,
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”.All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

A Card For the Plumber/Poet

This afternoon I had the glorious pleasure of being presented with gorgeous gift from a lovely client. In these tough times of turmoil and tragedy, today was an uplifting moment for me, when I was given a framed card of appreciation, that truly warmed my heart and deeply touched my soul.