Ashamedly, I closed my eyes
To keep out the darkening sky
Shadows have stolen my sight
And my dreams vanished in the night
As I knelt to open the crack
I saw a messiah in black
He said “Let there be light”
“The World is not your fight”
“The power of the sun breathes
Upon our life giving trees
Let the doves deliver your message
Your words of love, beyond the wreckage”
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
Togetherness
I remember
Bringing you two into my house
And quietly I sat with you
Upon my courtyard bench
You were both
Dry and lifeless
I diligently prepared your beds
And gently tucked you two in
Wishing you a bright and prosperous future
With care and love
Under my watchful eye
Together you flourished and adorned my home
And together your arms reached out
Embracing each other
Now here together
We live together as one
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
The lines written in Italic, are book titles from my library….
My Story, “From Every Moment A Second”
From the beginning of my lonely times
When I Was Gone
And there was
The Black In My Bedroom, The Star In My Sky
I would return
Close To Nature
My world began opening up
The Day I Saw The Hummingbird
Singing the tune of
The Wordless Songbook
I started to see
A different Kind Of Angel
Behind the closing of
The Yellow Door
After reading about desires in a
Book Of Longing
My Bible became
The Flame
And now in life
I Have A Bird To Whistle
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
Blue Sky Moon
I do wonder why
In our blue daylight sky
You are wandering there
Giving us your half stare
From your comfy afternoon chair
And not your usual midnight glare
You, our beaming day time Moon
With your cultured silver spoon
Are you able to save us soon?
From our poisoned gloom
You, being so open and brave
Without the cover of your shadowed wave
Have you the united power source?
And the cunning of a Trojan Horse
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
It’s Saturday and the start of the month, and on “Weekly Prompts” their monthly colour challenge is: Razzmatazz!, Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >HERE. Below is my response to their prompt…
A Violet and A Blade Of Grass
Years ago I met a pretty young lady
With hair the colour of autumn leaves
I liked her, and she liked me
And our courtship flourished rapidly
One day we were walking down by the river
Where I casually paused to pick a flower
And I gently placed the violet in her hair
She fondly smiled, and said quietly
“Open your hand, I’ve a gift for you too”
Upon my palm she tenderly placed a blade of grass
“There, that is to signify my eternal love for you”
I blushed and smile, and said proudly
“As mother nature is my witness, I love you”
“And thank you, for this blade of grass”
“I shall treasure your kindness forever”
My heart was pounding, as I steadily took her hand
And uttered the words, “Would you like to marry me”
Ivor Steven (c) May 3rd 2020
I personally like this poem, so I am presenting the piece again for you to read…
Shangri La
I’m not on a desolate island
My head is not buried in the sand
And I am not going crazy
You might be crazier than me
Because I saw you reading about
How to fly overseas
I used to be the sanest
Old man in town
You could always find me
On top of Mount Everest
Now I’m locked away
In between my two ears
Playing one handed ping pong
In between crowd-less cheers
Listening to musical ding dong
In between my poetry and beers
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020.
The battle never seems to end
As the fight continues to ascend
Life’s journey is full of lumpy meals
Like bitter and sweet lemon peels
Under the crusty topsoil
Ancient Earth is on the boil
Spewing out contagious oils
Being spread by lowly hydrofoils
The world’s on pause and in turmoil
Needing a big dose of Castor Oil
A friend calls, in-between the bedlam
Hello, I welcome, your welcome
We wish each other a chirpy day
I’m smiling and happily humming away
My music’s playing, volumes on seven
A ninth replay of ‘Stairways To Heaven’
I’m teary and starting to over-think
Must be time for the ‘Kinks’, and my next drink
Ivor Stewven (c) April 2020
There must be a number of silent masks around
Yesterday an old mask flew away at the speed of sound
From behind, the real pieces of what we perceive
Are leftover bones, bleached by sky and sea
Where the worn pebbles lingering in the hand
Fall gently upon lines drawn in the sand
And these new beginnings could be a heavenly gift
As white doves soar above the mourning cliffs
Perhaps the next awakening will be a peaceful one
Full of friendly compassion and wisdom
I’m lucky today, the sun arose again
To light up the hallway, despite the rain
I’ll be the first one to walk out the door
And the only one left here, to see her valour
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
For this week’s Wednesday Challenge from “Weekly Prompts” they’ve chosen the word: HABITS… Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE…Below is my response to their prompt…. again my poem has taken an abstract look at one of my old habits….
Screaming From the Hills
Time for the car and I to leave the garage
And drive to the old mountain range
Many years have passed and been spun around
Since I stood atop that ancient mound
And cleared my lungs from inside the clouds
Yelling hallowed words to distant crowds
I’d listen for the valley to answer so loud
A thousand voices echoing so proud
Me, with my cheeky grin, commanding the world
To hear those profound words that I had hurled
If not to the world, then to all within range
As I screamed. “Peace and love are not estranged”
But was I only a foolish dreamer on a hill
Rewriting and rebounding old habits from my quill
Featured Image Above: A photo of the low-lying mountain range, the ‘You Yangs’ which are only 20mins from my home… https://www.tripadvisor.com.au/Attraction_Review-g255098-d627257-Reviews-You_Yangs_Regional_Park-Victoria.html
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
Today I’m posting another article for the weekend challenge from “Weekly Prompts”, which is: Up and Down. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>Here . My response below is a poem inspired by being able to venture out for a daily walk and observing the sky above…..
Beyond the Dawn
On my walks, of ups and downs
I do gaze at our covering crown
Yesterday I saw our cloudy sky
That darkening sea of grey
Today between whispering puffs
I saw an ocean of blue tufts
Tomorrow I wonder about the sun
Beyond the dawn of what’s to come
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
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