*Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me*
Now I bless the light
The spirit of those days within me
Forever your star of hope, glows so bright
Always there, shining down on me
Now I thank you for these days
The dance of glory you gave me
Remembering our world’s warm nights and joyful days
How could I forget, that blade of grass you gave me
That everlasting gift, walks with me every day
You’re in my heart every single day, believe me
*Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me* This line, is a line I’ve taken from the Ray Davies song “Days”, they are truly glorious words, and I could not write a better line to suit my poem, than this brilliant piece by Ray Davies….. so now sit back and enjoy his magnificent song…. “Days”
Here’s a poem I wrote in February 2020, and our world is still needing more “Love”
Another Nineteen Steps to the Top
On a mountain top
I am a rock
A timeless clock
A window into nature’s lock
Understanding the life of trees
I share the knowledge within me
Be sunrise, or sunset of my disdain
My emotions of standing here in the rain
Flood the burning trees of my pain
Life will always be, pain or love
Our journey’s are ordained from above
Pain tests the depth of my love
Strength within my soul, is carried by my dove
Eternal is the saga of, pain and love
We never really owned it
We forgot how to extol it
We could not wear it
We’re naked without it
We need to restart, and resubmit
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
Upon The Highest Mountain. Lyrics, by ‘Lake of Tears’
I still dream of the mountains, where I used to be a king King of all the outer realms, how I wish to return…
“Welcome back, my son, I have waited for a long time Waited for the king to return, I have something to show you Upon the highest mountain, way up by the horizon Lies an ancient path, the path of the gods…”
I’ve climbed the mountains high And walked among the clouds I’ve reached the outer realms Seen past the fields of wild-grown flowers
“Seek the opening of sanguine painted clouds Carried gently upon caressing winds There by the boundaries of seldom broken lines Lies the way…”
These sanguine clouds I saw Appear the heaven’s shore Swept by the woken wind Stray in the garden of tranquillity
“See through the many eyes of the dragonfly Hear the flowers bloom in early spring And see the lines of life untouched by time Upon the way…”
All the stars are yours to hold in your hands All the stars are yours to share with those there
Faerie choirs sing And gently flap their wings And by this creek so small Gathered slowly, drinking unicorns
“Stray pilgrim, god to be Stray wanderer, all these realms belong to thee” “Stray pilgrim, god to be Stray wanderer, all these realms belong to thee” Small creatures coming near Then turn to disappear All while the faeries sing Ode to waters, ode to the winds
“Stray pilgrim, god to be Stray wanderer, all these realms belong to thee”
This Weekend on Weekly Prompts, it’s their first Colour Challenge of 2021 and appropriately they have chosen the colour: White. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here. My poem is a “Re-Whitewash from 2 years ago..
A White Wall, Whiter Than White
I’m lying here in my white-walled bedroom
My body’s been feeling white-hot
The white ceiling fan is cooling me down
Laying under only white sheets
Covering my white skin
This is not the White House
I don’t lie that much
I’ve not white false hair
So my white halo stays on
Without looking like a silly clown
Outside, my great side wall is white
The back courtyard is safe and secure
No non-whites can’t get in or out
Unless they desperately needed to
The great backyard wall
May be easily scaled
With a sturdy white ladder
I’m trumped, here in Australia
Walls don’t even keep out the flies
I’ve been reading my history books
The white walls built in the past
They have never lasted
Over they climbed
Or under they crawled
The walls were eaten by dust mites
Resilient as a feather duster
And pulled down by liberators, in disdain and shame
Remembering my wonderful trip to the magnificent “Longwood Gardens”, founded by Pierre S. du Pont, an hour west of Philadelphia, near Kennett Township. A day I shall never forget, especially with my two fabulous cousins Terry and Maureen.
On Tuesday 12th, it was ‘World Limerick Day’, and to celebrate the day I wrote this Limerick….. I do enjoy writing Limericks, but I don’t usually post them on my site, so while I’m taking a rest from serious writings/poems, I thought I’d present this one today.
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 