Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Time To Give A Hand

Again, thank you to “Go Dog Go Cafe” for the opportunity to post my poem, on their fabulous initiative, Promote Yourself Mondays, and especially to Gina, of ‘Singledust’, for her ongoing support of my writings…. click >> Here

Time To Give A Hand

Do you know this man

Small in stature, with a wavering hand

It takes a lot to know this man

In the cold, I’ve been running on wet sand

Rushing to forward money to the local charity stand

Coin I’d gathered from distant poetry lands

And the booklets that flew, over oceans and Central Park bands

Collected from generous readers, who donated to our M.S. brand

Heavy rain’s soaking me, and it’s bleak

I’m feeling unsteady on my freezing feet

There’s a nearby cafe to shelter out of the sleet

A warm and cosy eatery on Pakington street

Rewarding myself to a lunchtime treat

In the Red Radish Cafe, I have soup, Celery and silver-beet

Tiffany greets me, takes my coat, offers me a seat

Then I recite to her, ‘Dreams Of The Heart’, my day is replete

Ivor Steven (c) June 2019

Haven’t Seen You For A While

I’m keeping the celebrations up, of my two years here on WordPress. Here’s another one of my earliest poems, which was originally written seven years ago, but first posted on my blog, June 8th 2017.

Haven’t Seen You For A While

Woke up dreaming of your petite smile.

And pondering, I haven’t seen you for a while.

That generous grin, making you so cute.

So pleasing, and so alluring, seems to suit.

Dreaming of your grace and gorgeous style.

And thinking, I haven’t seen you for a while.

The glow on your face, reminiscing sweet things.

A silky smooth body, with all it’s offerings.

Dreaming of your thighs, where the harp sings.

And sensing, I haven’t seen you for a while.

The sweat of our loving, a distant past.

‘Twas pure lust, sharing to the last.

Dreaming of your love, and more tender scenes.

And realising, I haven’t seen you for a while.

Please take the time to listen to Damien Rice, sing and play live, this amazing version of his song “I Remember”

Trees, We Apologise To Thee

Today I’ve added another Haiku to my piece from yesterday to create a dual Haiku, I hope it doesn’t detract from the heartfelt intentions of my original Haiku, and I’ve also added another piece of glorious music by Ludovico Einaudi. Thank you Kate, of Calmkate, for the excellent photo prompt

Haiku: Trees, We Apologise To Thee

Ancient trees of life

Anoint colour to the sky

Cast shadows aground

I, hugging a tree

I, apologise to thee

I, seek mindful peace

Ivor Steven (c) June 2019

No Pinks, Just Chocolate Cakes

I’ve been nominated for a “Sunshine Blogger Award.”, by Vanessa of, ‘say no to clowns’, As my followers might know, I don’t usually participate in awards, I suppose I feel embarrassed/overwhelmed, and feel like it’s a burden to other readers, to pass on/be nominated. Anyhow, for Vanessa, here’s my answers to her intriguing questions….Thank you to, >>saynotoclowns

What is definitely not your favourite colour?

Pink, It definitely doesn’t suit me. My mom wanted her second child to be a girl (Me), I was originally dressed in pink for a while, after mom had spent months knitting pink outfits for the new baby (Me)

Do you like cake? If not, why?

I’ve been known to eat whole sponge cakes, in one sitting, especially with pink icing, like I’m trying to devour the pink icing, off the face of the planet…….

Can you live without a Smart phone?

I don’t have a smart phone, just a little Android phone. I suppose I use my phone a lot, but in my health situation, it’s a necessary item. And I’m always jotting down notes/lines in my phone, that I could later use in a poem…….

Do you like cake? If not, why?

Chocolate cake is my favourite……

What are your thoughts on clowns?

I never liked clowns at the circus, they used to scare me, and never thought they were the least bit funny, and they wore terrible make-up !!

One of us had to switch to decaf. Can you guess which one of us?

It wouldn’t be me. I don’t drink a lot of coffee, but I do like going to a cafe for a good coffee, and enjoy a chat with a friend, and soaking up the atmosphere created within the cafe….

As Vanessa said in her article, “As for my own nominations…actually, I am going to be bold and just tell you., ‘you have been one of the winners of the award’…and that goes for all of you wonderful people who have enriched my blogging life. Thank you so, so much!”. If you feel inclined, maybe you could answer the above questions that Vanessa,put to me……

Cheers

Ivor.

Hallelujah, A Song He Played For Me

Hallelujah, A Song He Played For Me (Thanks Terry)

I’m relaxing here in the city square

Enjoying the simple things in life

Eating fresh fruit for lunch

Feeding the local seagulls

Watching people, passing by, going to and fro

Not everyone is stopping to see the show

Listening to my friend playing the blues

At this chilly outdoor venue

There’s others too, lazing on the wet ground

Soaking up his musical sounds

Guitar strumming, and a loud tenor voice

He’s singing Leonard’s Hallelujah, my choice

I’m emotional, but that’s me

Resting here under a winter tree

Gentle drops of rain, drizzle upon the calm

But that doesn’t dampen his enthusiasm or charm

Syd and Shirley seagull stand entranced

And the young ones are starting to dance

Ivor Steven (c) June 2019

Violin Strings

Hello dear readers/followers, I’ve not taken much notice, but it seems I’ve been blogging here on WordPress for TWO years…. To celebrate the occasion, I’m re-posting one of my original poems from June/July 2017…..

Violin Strings

I’m singing a song, all about you.

Singing words, both sincere and true.

From my heart to my soul, the veins,

They’re as tight as violin strings.

I needed you, to take my hand.

Take my hand, and show me the way.

Show me the way, into a formal debut.

Show me the way, into your dancing shoes.

I needed you, to take my dreams.

Take my dreams, and show me how to behave.

Show me the way, into your family home.

Show me the way, into your holy grail.

I needed you, to take my open heart.

Take my heart, and show me how to pray.

Show me the way, into your little world.

Show me the way, into your milky-way.

I needed you, to take my old violin.

Take my violin, and show me how to play.

Show me the way, into your harp strings.

Show me the way, into all your tunes.

In finality, you unpicked the strings.

And you plucked my soul.

A broken violin.

And twisted strings.

Ivor Steven.

It Was On The Tip Of My Tongue

I awoke unexpectedly

Suddenly the mind had kicked in

My cogs were grinding and searching

Seeking that lost memory inside me head

That annoying buzz has been bugging me

Teasing me about that location

That place I couldn’t remember

The name was on the tip of my tongue yesterday*

But recalling that name had eluded me

Three o’clock in the morning

My eyes are wide open

Old cloudy visions, are now clearing

Up there, in bright neon lights

Of course, that’s the missing name

And my brain is not dead

Answer solved, back to sleep for my head

* The name that was on the tip of my tongue was a place in Philadelphia, called the Reading Terminal Market, I’ll attach a Link here
https://readingterminalmarket.org/