I was in a dazed shock
As the bedside table rocked
When my alarm clock piercingly rang
Ding dong and bang clang it sang
Like a hammering chain gang
Breaking rocks, bang after bang
Awakened by the brutal ding and bang
Out of bed I sprang
Then abruptly, my mind went clang!
When the bells of Sunday morn began!
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
Over at Weelkly Prompts the Wednesday challenge is the word: ALARMS. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clickng on>> Here .. and below is my response to their prompt …
A Penguin Waffle
This year, all around the world
The alarm bells have been ringing loudly
Today, I have escaped to the country
Away from humanities blaring sirens
I am at the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe
Relaxing with a mug of coffee
And a scrumptious piece of cheesecake
Then suddenly, without warning
My sweet tooth starts chiming
There on the counter I spied a ‘Penguin Waffle’
And as my mom used to say
“If you have a sweet tooth, sometimes
you just must have chocolate”
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
G’day dear readers and followers (2780) … Today, five years ago I started writing on my blog-website, and a sincere thank to you all, for supporting, viewing, visiting, and commenting on my poems … I hope you have enjoyed reading my humble writings …
Flying Too High
What does it all mean?
Millions of numbers on my screen
Two hundred thousand views
Seventy thousand visitors
And fifty thousand comments
Can there be anymore replies?
Left in my cyber-sky
My clouds are over occupied
My eyes are tired and dry
Have I been flying too high?
By energizing my poems to multiply
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
Hello dear readers, here is another repost of an older poem, this one is from December 2017
Big Black Oil Cap
Not the town’s greatest car lover
An automobile, an object like any other
Petrol guzzlers
Noisy muzzlers
Inanimate metal and plastic, costing plenty of dough
Pity, they do need some care though
Spoilt and fed like a hungry teenager
Cooling water in the radiator
Screw the shiny brass cap back on
Fresh air in the tyres
Screw the little rubber caps back on
Dear-as-poison petrol in the tank
Screw the safety fuel cap back on
Lubricating oil in the engine-head
This is where absent-mindedness overtook instead
Forgot to screw the Big Black Oil Cap back on
Drove to the Big City the next day
Not realizing I’d gone badly awry
Travelled home in a steamy-hot car
Back onto the driveway tar
Oil dripping over the front bumper-bar
Opened the bonnet. Aaaahhh!
The engine is like a whale’s spout
Spurting boiling, slimy oil all about
And there’s that Big Black Oil Cap
Alone on the garage bench
Like a magician’s gleaming black hat
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
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