A superbly poignant poem by Ali…. come join us at the bonfire on the beach…. and watch the flames of love burn freely…🧡💛🌏
A Dragonfly Lives Six Months
The Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is ‘Ladders.‘ please go over and visit the “Weekly Prompts” fabulous site by clicking >>HERE. Today my poem is about the view I see from the top of my ladder….
A Dragonfly Lives Six Months
From atop of my wooden ladder
I saw crowds growing madder
Beyond the world’s yellowing sky
I heard a murmuring dragonfly
Cry and fall off his rainbow slide
Landing awkwardly on his side
Powerless I gazed, mortified
As one of nature’s angels, slowly died
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
Peace & Light, Classic Poems Presented By Go Dog Go Cafe’s, Barista’s
Here’s a classic poem to help cheer-up your day….. and by the way “WordPress” have informed me that this is my ”1000th” post here on my site…
A Classic poem, by W D Yeats. “The Song of Wandering Aengus”, presented by Ivor Steven. This magnificent poem from 1899, warms the love in my heart every time I read the words. Below the poem, I’ve also attached the song version by Mike Scott and his band the Waterboys. Mike Scott actually produced a complete album of poems by W D Yeats, called “An Appointment With Mr Yeats”
The Song of Wandering Aengus
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something…
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Grandma’s Hands
I wonder what mum and grandma are thinking
Mum was born after the First World War
A child of the roaring twenties
Then she became a poor teenager, of the great depression
And a young nurse, during the horror’s of a second World War
A time when everyone’s supplies were rationed
Everyone helped each other, when things run out
Everyone knew a son, that been killed in the war
Everyone gave you a soft shoulder to lean on
Everyone shared each others pain
Our parents and grandparents survived
And taught us compassion, and the value of every single life
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
Boy In A Bubble
I’m living inside my bubble of air and sea
But my shadow is drifting away from me
A distant silhouette beyond my arms reach
Now I’m an isolated sand-grain off yesterday’s beach
I’m walking alone and free in today’s daydream
Thinking of life, crossing-over to be with my honey and cream*
This commonwealth of man has isolated the birds and bees
Now I’m hoping to hug this dark forest’s future trees
honey and cream* >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/10/28/cream-and-honey-2/
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
Caressing Trust
On “Weekly Prompts” the Wednesday challenge is: THE ELBOW BUMP. An interesting topic about this current greeting phenomena, Please go and visit “Weekly Prompts” fabulous site, by clicking >> Here .. Tonight in response to the prompt, I’ve written a Senryu, which depicts my opinion on this sort of greeting.
Caressing Trust: a Senryu
Between hugging arms
From our elbows to our toes
In hope we will trust
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
The Outlook
The Outlook
Dawn reveals a brilliant red plume
The Day Lily’s last bloom
Slowly opening to the predicted gloom
Casting a final shadow of colour on my room
In life I know nature’s not the carrier of doom
And next year they’ll be more flowers from her womb
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
St Paddy’s Day
Ivor Steven March 17th 2020
Even the Church-mouse Had Fled
I stood beside the librarian, and didn’t know why she was crying
My poetry group’s Sunday meeting was cancelled this morning
I had last night’s dreams in my hand, as a readable draft
They were soulful words that needed to leave my heart
But my poet’s notebook remained virally unread
I was left segregated, and even the church-mouse had fled
Next morning, during the dawn’s half light
I lay there half awake, recalling my other half’s restless night
By then the evening tears had cleansed my misty sight
And washed the dusty notebook pages back to white
Alive again, my 2B pencil had begun to rewrite
About my dreams of life’s old wrongs and future plights
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
Promote Yourself Monday, March 16, 2020 and Round UP from March 9, 2020!
Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..
Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday! Another great week last week, now that we got the bugs worked out from the week before. Overall we had 270 views, 45 likes and 263 comments. As I have said before, numbers cannot measure the community we build worldwide with this wonderful feature, they sure tell us how important it has become. I will share links below, but and once again invite you to postalink to writing (600 words or less please!) published on your blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below. With the coronavirus affecting all of us, let us fight back with our antivirus of creative energy!
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
Last week’s round UP with 38 shares! (I apologize for any formatting snafus… I am using the new editor and a…
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