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This weekend on photo challenge the Weekly Prompts is. Size Matters.
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Haiku: Timeless
The size of our soul
Inside the beat of our heart
That is what matters
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
I’ve walked a thousand lonely miles
Looking for her everlasting smile
Gradually scaling Ararat’s steepest cliff
There, sipping from the grail’s cup of youth
I’ve travelled to the edge of time
To find the final word of rhyme
Where my sunrise soared into the sky
To recapture her last goodbye
Then I crawled on my hands
Searching for that broken line in the sand
I’ve dug myself a hole, deep into space
To join her spirit and grace
Releasing my star into the universe
And I awoke, to write more of this verse
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
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Burning The Fears
I’m frightened, and I’m too scared to wait.
And knowingly, I’m arriving late.
The ghouls are spying from the hill.
And lower fools are poisoning her will.
Underneath her, a wicker complete.
Above, she’s suspended from a stake.
The bonfires started, against the rules.
And the crowds rejoicing, as the fire drools.
Waiting agog, for her garments to ignite.
The flames are sparking for her, on this night.
And the mob’s listening for her ungodly screams.
But there’s not a whimper, within she beams.
And secretly, I see her black cats drowning tears,
Are extinguishing all her burning fears.
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Ivor is a part-time plumber, former…
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Hello dear readers, I’ve been browsing through some old poems of mine….. and I came across this poem/letter, that I had written for a very dear friend …. the piece has remained filed away for over seven years….. and for the sake of my angel, I think It’s time that my noble soul shared these words……
Dear Friend, I Mean These Words
From the bottom of my broken heart, I thank you
From the depths of my crying soul, I thank you
Holding her frail hand at night, you were there
Caressing her spirit with your gentle words, you were there
Keeping me company, during her gathering dark, you were there
Hugging me when I cried and cried, you were there
Dear friend, again, and again, I mean these words
Dear friend, over and over, I say these words
From the bottom of my beating heart, I thank you
From depths of my noble soul, I thank you
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
When I’m physically able
And feeling stable
I like to stroll down my dead-end lane
Study the sky’s weather vane
Through the shapes of clouds to come
And by the brightness of the setting sun
Shredding prisms of light, today’s benediction
Bright red or dull grey, tomorrow’s true prediction
Here’s a fading horizon, nature’s ballet
Indicating storms are on the way
My camera captures a jilted twilight
At nightfall I see dusk’s mingling sights
A shadowed treeline, merges into the clouds dark kites
And I stand here witnessing sundown’s flight
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
My dying dusk is falling out of bounds
Evening clouds are not making a sound
I cannot hear moon shadows hit the ground
And I see the silent night being slowly drowned
Then my midnight queen, arises to be crowned
The Goddess of Light, and I’m spellbound
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
Late tonight, and I’m listening to my ‘Sia’ music playlist
Pondering my life’s forever twists
Eating, bananas, strawberries and ice-cream
Here beside my bed, covered in poetry dreams
Tullawalla booklets, full of memories and rhymes
I’m not going to cease, writing this time
I heard her singing, “keep writing for me”
“let everyone know, how life should be”
“remain the lover of our trees”
“nurture your flowers for the bees”
“continue swimming in your favourite sea”
“keep your imagination free, for yourself and me”
Yeah, no matter what
I’m not going to stop
While my sky is still up top
I’ve more to write before I finally drop
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
Sheltering
Under my bed-covers
Engulfed by a shadowy moon
Awake too soon
Mind’s out of tune
Sheltering
Under my verandah roof
Hiding from the morning sky
Where you won’t see me cringe and cry
Wings have been clipped, I cannot fly
Sheltering
Under my courtyard tree
Avoiding the winter sun
No ! not another rerun
White gowns, again undone
Sheltering
Beyond my distant horizon
Bypassing the grey clouds above
Nurturing my foxgloves
Surviving the touch of her love
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
I’m patiently waiting
In my Neurosurgeon’s rooms
The visit should’ve been a scheduled check-up
But here I am, explaining yesterday’s jolt
I had an episode whilst driving
I nearly caused an accident
I blacked out for a second
I lost power in my stroke affected arm and leg
I started to panic
I had to stop and rest
Fortunately I experienced
An immediate awakening
My senses came back
My quickened heart-rate slowed down
My specialist has banned me from driving
I’m to undergo scans next week
I’m confused and upset
I’m blessed and unhurt
There’ll be a week of having tests
Then I’ll be waiting for the results
Hopefully the outcome will be positive
And the awakening lightening bolt, was heaven sent
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
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