I’ve been out celebrating my sporting Club’s 60th Anniversary, it’s been a fab’ event, and I’ve thoruoghly enjoyed myself, and i won’t be “able” to do much commenting over the next day or so(Hic).
Well I don’t expect you all to understand, but that doesn’t matter, please be happy and enjoy what you’re doing in life xx
I didn’t have a dream
My night-time was a void
No crystal shallows or bubbling streams
No deep blue ocean covered in white caps
The tropical sunshine a distant past
My courtyard flowers are coldly dormant
Autumn leaves shrivel upon the damp
The Sun’s not to be seen
No shadows or garden beams
My cloudiness a sombre screen
The front door is slightly ajar
All I see is a celestial star
I didn’t live my dream
All is not what it seems
But I’m quietly satisfied with my stay
Charting my days under a celestial star
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Storms do come and go
high seas and undertow’s
my chaotic fears on show
awaiting the next big snow
…….
let the pendulum swing
posterity’s blowing in the wind
…….
I’m sitting here on the floor
It’ll be for a short time
’til I find a door
…….
I’m slippery like an eel
I flow with the field
my mood changes with the breeze
I can be cold as ice in a freeze
or I can be warm as toast
sunbathing on a tropical coast
I can be a chameleon in the trees
not easy to see, but ready to please
…….
My soul is open
your eyes look into my heart
your moon’s my Bowman
cupids arrows play Mozart
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Time bygone, This Lost Shadow
Words written, your May Day
Timed out at one-fifteen
An afternoon, vividly clear
Words written, a tragic play
Remembering my Gracious Lady
A Midday Sun, you were gold
Words of moonlight, and silver too
Words under stars, celestial and bold
Words upon oceans, purples and blue
Words on fire, Smouldering beams
Words Rain In May, your favourite green
Words cry tears, Liquid Joy and mellow
Words an eternal vault, In My Mind
Words of sorrow and tomorrow
Words of love, you were my dove
Life’s colours, you were every hue
A life story, coloured and true
The words in Italic, are all referring to poems of mine that have appeared on my blog site here since I started on June 7th 2017, https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/11/09/this-lost-shadow-3/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/09/06/gracious-lady/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/10/19/a-midday-sun/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/07/07/smoldering/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/01/12/rain-in-may/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/06/07/a-few-words/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/04/17/in-my-mind/
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I dreamt of her serenity
I gently held her frailty
I whispered calmly
words of love and grace
unable to fathom
her living museum
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Hi To All My Wonderful Readers.
Please visit Robert Okaji’s site here, he’s an extraordinary poet, and especially this post/article of his, which I found both very interesting and FUN. Download his incredible MicroChap Book “Only This”, and do have a go at the “origami” of making his book, I’m sure you’ll be pleased with the outcome !! And enjoy the read ..
My latest micro-chapbook, Only This, is available via free download from Origami Poems Project. Many thanks to editor Jan Keough for taking this!
Find folding hints here.
Who knows the words to your song
Who sings in tune to your song
Who’s to say a song is right
Or a song is wrong
It’s not their song
It’s not my song
It’s your song
Aren’t we all here for the same song
Right or wrong
Let’s all sing the song
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Poems by Candice Daquin, of TheFeatheredSleep, are always thought provoking, and I’m pleased to recommended her works to all my readers.
Daquin’s own life, traveling from her native France, via England, Canada and finally the US, has brought a myriad of experiences that others have often been able to tap into via her writing. A collection of lives really, and with this, she tries to weave greater meaning through poetry and touch those who experience similar questions, doubts, and hopes. Surely this is what writing attempts in its very human form?
Daquin’s themes include feminism in its complex, everyday form, and the experience of being a woman, a gay woman, a bi-racial woman, a bi-cultural woman and finally, a Jewish woman of Egyptian extraction (Mizrahi) and how this sits with the world’s current revolt between the dominant faiths.
“I have been told from readers of my published and non-published works that reading poetry which resonates with your emotions, helps you see things clearer, assists in remembering what really matters and enables you…
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After self-destruction
There’s a resurrection
After the Fall
There’s winter and spring
After the blossom
There’s fruit to eat
After last years rotting cores
They’re the trees nourishment
…….
Understanding our time
Is no easy rhyme
…….
True love is hard to find
When found be very kind
Love can break your spine
And blow away your mind
…….
Ah, and this one is for my dear friend Walt.
Horse manure and ashes of Walt
Magic mushrooms could result
Mischief and joy amongst the peat
A reincarnation you’ll be, barking on four feet.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Thursday morning, a chilly May day,
Six years since our gracious lady passed away.
tumbling in, memories hit me
but fears not beat me
Clouds of the past cover me
but tears not flood me
At my old writing desk, all in disarray
wondering would she approve of me this way
regretful feelings within me
but fears not consume me
shadows of the future haunt me
but tears not drown me.
“How many rivers of tears must we cry
before all the deepest wells run dry”
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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