Nonsense and logic
What’s the difference in our world today
…….
I love nonsense
It’s my best sense
My creative sense
It’s my good mood sense
Free of common sense
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The ocean breeze caresses my senses
Like poetry pages fluttering across the seas
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My time flies, past my eyes
It’s time, time stopped flying
At the speed of light
Out of my blurry sight
…….
Oh, you do hide
Haunting, I’m scared
Like a pumpkin head
Under whispering sheets
Let me go to seed
Leave me be
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Posted in Blogging, Challenges, Prompts & Exercises, Reflections, Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018
The poem here is a rewrite of a very old poem of mine, I’d like to thank Calen of,
What Can I Do
What am I expected to do
When is so much, too much to do
Why am I so scared, what can I do
What is the future, for me and for you
How will I say, I’m too tired for you
When is the day, to tell you
Will I hurt too much, to be without you
How will I know, when the time’s due
Why is it so, what can I do
Where is the place, I’m putting you
Why am I frightened, no, no, not easy to do
When I finally have to, and don’t want to
Who am I, to have this over you
What is the answer, for me and for you
Now or never, could that be true
How by myself, I’ll never be able to
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Thank you Laura Denise of , https://ardorsgarden.wordpress.com for creating and selecting me to play in 3.2.1. Quote Me! I’ve thoroughly enjoyed our in-depth conversation about the changing attitudes toward poetry and literature.
Literature is now the topic for this fun extension! Grab a quote about literature off Google or share your own wisdom. Create your own post or comment and tag.
My two aphorisms I’m contributing to the theme are…
Not all literature is perfect, none of us are perfect – Ivor Steven
Stories emanate from the heart. Literature lives in every heartbeat – Ivor Steven
Here are the game guidelines:
1. Thank the Selector
2. Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.
3. Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’
Play with us,
Claudia, at Humoring The Goddess
Marta, at Moments
Sara, at SarainLaLaLand
Other readers, feel free to play, too!
Cheers. Ivor.
Gone, a day, weeks, years
Gone, sailing by, lonely nights
Gone, sailing by, the good times
Gone, the years of a life-time
What’s the difference between desire and passion
What’s the chance of finding one in billion
There’s millions in the oceans of the world
There’s thousands of beats to every new heart
What’s the difference between love and pain
What’s the chance of falling in love again
There’s millions of stars in the Milky-Way
There’s hundreds of dreams about love yesterday
What’s the difference between the sea and the sky
What’s the chance of sharing the horizon in July
There’s no answers to your questions
There’s months’ of wonders in the four seasons
Whats the difference the calm and the storm
What’s the chance of being forever warm
There’s dozens of lies before the truth
There were two lives’ under your roof
Gone, a day, weeks, years
Gone, sailing by, your soft nights
Gone, sailing by, the good times
Gone, the years of your lifetime
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
A dreamy love poem I wrote in May 2018, which was published by Prolific Pulse Press, in their Anthology Heart Beats, edited by Lisa Tomey.
https://www.amazon.com/Heart-Beats-Anthology-Lisa-Tomey/dp/1736562002
Downhill Run
I was dreaming
Plotting and scheming
Following you skiing
Running the slope, gliding
Twists and twirls
Loops and hoops
Our hearts were racing
Downhill and dancing
Spirals and swirls
Joyous smiles
Swishing faster and faster
Swooping last to first
Silver and gold
Winners and grinners
Your curls unfurl
Ruby hair unfolds
Beauty I behold
Frozen bliss
We kiss
Soul to soul
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I’ve a red-hot poker in my belly
I’m bleeding fiery ember ashes
Choking my blackened reality
Blinded by my burning eyelashes
…….
Please don’t kick me
Pick me up, I’m free
Carry me one more mile
My stone-face will smile
…….
Green blankets everything
Under our earth’s blue sky
From here to your side
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May you balance like a petite ballerina
Toe-pointing your way through the tulips
May you taste fragrances of truth and pleasure
Tip-toeing gently upon your goddesses flower
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
What door have you closed
in your life, and why?
Will you ever open it again?
Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 20, Posted by calensariel in Blogging
Neverland
Never again I say
Do I give my heart away
That’s the way my life may stay
Words will be left here today
Wasted in their disarray
Abandoned yesterday
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
My morning shines golden sunrays
Your poem debuts my day
My lips do quietly say
Your silent words are here to stay
…….
Words Of reality you rhymed
Recalling life’s ebbs and flows
Like the sands of time
Warm between your toes
…….
Cruising on the winds of time
Messages of love and rhyme
Observing bodies entwined
Upon every moonlit line.
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I’ve a terrible dilemma
My memory’s long and vivid
Wishing for many more to come
I suppose I’ll have to march on
Into the future and enjoy the show
Leave behind what’s buried in snow
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Green covers everything
Green’s the colour of spring
Green makes my heart sing
Green’s the sparkle on my angels’ wings
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Please read if you are concerned at what’s going on, and how Europe feels about America. A very interesting article.
Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 19. Posted in Blogging
“What have you done
that no one knows about?”
When I was ten and brave
I climbed our tree, a giant Peppercorn
Nearly midnight, and I clambered stark naked.
Maybe it was a full-moon
When I was fourteen and timid
I quickly kissed the girl next door
Under a midday sun, bashfully red-faced
Maybe it was spring-time
When I was seventeen, my voice had broken
I met a gorgeous school girl
I’d walk her home, hand in hand, and in love
I shyly asked her to marry me
She was wiser than me, and said no
I was young and naive
When I was twenty-six and carefree
I married the girl of my dreams
We needed shelter and a home
I went to the local bank for a loan
I lied to the manager and declared assets falsely
We moved into our house, and lived happily ever-after
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
