Love United, Under Distant Skies

Dear readers, over the previous 8 days, I hope you have been enjoying my poems about my wonderful trip to New York, Philadelphia and Bensalem, from a year ago. … Meeting my dear niece Kerri was a dream come, and this is the poem I wrote for her…..

 

Love United, Under Distant Skies (For Kerri)

 

Through the mist of my tears

I saw droplets run down her cheeks

Our moist eyes met

And I kissed her on the lips

With love, from my softened soul

I felt the depth of her inner strength

Radiate from within her petite body.

Now, finally we have embraced

And encountered our forever dreams

The bells of respect clearly chimed

Ringing joyful tunes, and our duets were living proof

That our hearts were lovingly entwined

Under alien stars, and united by our distant skies

A forever circle of love. even when I’m sleeping

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  May 2019

A Collection, Nearly Time To Go Home

On “Weekly Prompts” their weekend challenge is: Story. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>HERE…. And below I’m continuing my “Story” about my trip to Philadelphia in May last year, via a collection of my poems and haiku’s …

 

Wet Flowers of May

 

Philadelphia rain

Like a rattling freight train

Wet fat drops

That didn’t stop

Watering flowers on mother’s day

Sharing the liquid joy of May

 

Haiku: Family History

Boxes of photos

Memory lane in my hands

Decades of stories

 

The Golden Pot

I’ve travelled to the end

Of yesterday’s rainbow

I found the golden pot was full

Full of warm hearts

The pot of hearts was overflowing

With ladles full of kindness

And their kindness was a cascading

River of magical rainbows

 

Haiku: We Lost The Sea

Bridges of dreams crossed

The ocean and river spanned

Waters of love found

Ivor Steven (c) May 2019

A Tune Of Success

On this weekend, a year ago, I was in the 4th week of my stay with my cousins in Philadelphia…. and I think my body was living on adrenaline……

 

A Tune Of Success

 

I’m sleeping in today

As I awake to a rainy Sunday

Cloudy, fat drops of grey

 

My body needs a rest

As a happy heart, pounds in my chest

Quietly, my soul beats a tune of success

 

I’m living in a hive of honey and bees

Covered by flowers and hugging trees

Once an injured mystery bird, now set free

 

 

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

Kingdom of Flowers

Remembering my wonderful trip to the magnificent “Longwood Gardens”, founded by Pierre S. du Pont, an hour west of Philadelphia, near Kennett Township. A day I shall never forget, especially with my two  fabulous cousins Terry and Maureen.

Kingdom of Flowers

I stood in His kingdom today

Of flowers and fragrances

Holding her colourful bouquet

Amazed by His stunning flower-bed

I gazed at heaven’s golden archway

Guarded by rows of leafy hedges

Underneath, lay edges of reds and blues

And soft petals of yellows and purples

I floated, from the ground cover shrubbery

To the canopy’s crested scenery

Where the horizon’s reflection

enchanted my eye

Sprinkling rainbows across His azure sky

 

 

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

A Flower-bed Of Dreams

 

A Flower-bed Of Dreams

 

The clouds parted, exposing a river bright blue

My hazy visions, suddenly became true

I’m standing in a flower-bed of dreams

I see strawberry fields covered in sun-beams

My veins feel like bubbling mountain streams

The family circle, has my heart bursting at the seams

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2019

Promote Yourself Monday, May 18, 2020

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Feel The River Flow

This time last year I was in Philadelphia, visiting my cousins and their families (their children & grand-children), and enjoying the “time of my life”

 

Feel The River Flow

 

There’s more to see, and things to do

Steel bridges and worn cobblestones

Wide rivers and heavy highways

Waterfront piers and riverside parks

Ancient history and old monuments

Suburban Philadelphia and New Jersey cross-overs

Faraway cousins and new family’s found

Niece’s, nephews and grandchildren abound

Greeting hugs and welcoming hearts

Blissful times and precious memories

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  May 2019

I’m Just A Boy

On Tuesday 12th, it was ‘World Limerick Day’, and to celebrate the day I wrote this Limerick….. I do enjoy writing Limericks, but I don’t usually post them on my site, so while I’m taking a rest from serious writings/poems, I thought I’d present this one today.

 

I’m Just A Boy

 

There was a boy from Geelong

Who usually wore shorts and thongs

Winter fell from the hills

His ankles felt the chill

So woolly socks and beanie he did don

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  May 2020

Arctic Winds

Hello dear readers, I’m taking a much needed rest and recharge break from writing….. and today I’m presenting this older poem… as a wintry blast rattled my door last night

Today’s poem is one I wrote three years ago, and I was fortunate enough to have the piece published by, ‘Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine’, back in January 2018,  a literary magazine for poets, and to all my readers/followers, I sincerely recommend that you visit/follow the Vita Brevis site,
https://vitabrevisliterature.com.

Artwork:  By Kerri Costello, Graphic Design Artist, my beautiful niece/second cousin, who lives in Philadelphia, she’s so very talented, and a very special person in my life, thank you Kerri.

 

Arctic Winds

 

I’m winter hibernating

Inside an Eskimo’s hut

Feeding only on fish oil

And frozen blue blood

My heart’s cold and dormant

Cowering under a dampened vestment

Wind-swept by a blizzard’s dust

Covered in icicles of my rust

My eyes are swollen rocks

Amidst polarised sockets

Terrorising all that’s passed

Like forgotten arctic icebergs

My veins are hollow crevasses

Inside a glaciers ice-flow

Sheering and groaning chasms

Like my memories deepest fjord

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  May  2020

 

Beyond The Wreckage

Ashamedly, I closed my eyes

To keep out the darkening sky

Shadows have stolen my sight

And my dreams vanished in the night

 

As I knelt to open the crack

I saw a messiah in black

He said “Let there be light”

“The World is not your fight”

“The power of the sun breathes

Upon our life giving trees

Let the doves deliver your message

Your words of love, beyond the wreckage”

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  May 2020