Tag: Music/singer/songwriters

I Broke The Isolation Rules

In my home, I’d become a stranger

I couldn’t stand it any longer

So I entertained a guest today

A girl Emmie came to stay

Sweetly a companion blissfully pleasant

Not a great conversationalist

But her body language

Was gracefully warm and honest

And with first eye contact

I bowed to her demands

 

I guided her around my ranch

And after a scrumptious lunch

We went for a walk together

Despite the cold and windy weather

The outing in nature’s conditions

Didn’t dampen our joint ambitions

Of later resting on my comfy lounge-chair

Where I gently patted her curly hair

 

 

 

 

As Life Went By

 

Above Drawings: by Kerri Costello, my niece, who lives near Philadelphia (Bensalem)

Today’s poem, first appeared on my blog site in July 2017, however I’m not sure when I wrote the original piece….. I know the words where written during Easter “Once Upon Time”….. maybe 7 years ago ?

 

As Life Went By

 

You’re like an infant of mine, a distant cloud in the sky

Always ever present, not able to cry

You’re like a teen of mine, who somehow learnt to fly

Always gliding high, and passing her by

 

You’re like a child of mine, I lost on Good Friday

Always ever present, not able to cry

You’re like an ex-girl of mine, her first words were a lie

Always chasing the answer, by using her thighs

 

You’re like a friend of mine, who left on Good Friday

Always ever present, not able to cry

You’re like a lady of mine, her only instinct was to try

Always seeking final peace, as life went by

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

From Dust We Grow

You’ve the wings of a gazelle

My graceful Rapunzel

You’ve the spirit of a lion

For you, my soul will keep climbing

You’ve fruit still to bear

My eyes in awe, stare

You’ve a tall elegant style

For you, my lips will always smile

 

You’ve the soft arms of an angel

But my heart knows, soon you’ll be disabled

The winter will bury you in snow

And I’ll wait ’til spring for you to regrow

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020

Remain Young and Wild

This is a poem for my friend Colleen, who through her glorious writings, which assist my imagination to be brave and free.

Remain Young and Wild

I’m having a breakfast cuppa

with my friend Chatter Blog from Columbus

sharing our virtual chocolate Teddy-Bears

talking about these current affairs

agreeing we don’t have the answers

today it’s time, for us all to be garden dancers

we’re not lost, but now feeling young and wild

whirlwinds of the day, and our minds are not exiled

If wish to visit ‘Chatter Blog’s'(Colleen) site here’s a link > https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2020/04/06/to-the-truth/

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020.

Good Morning Sunshine

After two days of wind and rain

Here is morning sunshine again

Blueness dances across the sky

“Flowers sip on light”, through moist eyes

Nature blazes into my ambient day

And dazzles my souls’ causeway

 

These words; “Flowers sip on light”, was borrowed from Robert Okaji’s inspiring poem “A Step Closer”… read his poem via this link > https://robertokaji.com/2020/04/05/a-step-closer-3/

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

A Purple Rock

I found a purple rock

Under the big purple clock

The purple rock was quietly listening

To the purple sounds of whispering

Hordes of purple voices reverberating

Within the purple shadows of distancing

 

Unexpectedly the purple rock began crumbling

Into a dusty purple mist, now malingering

And quickly the purple cloud started raining

Spreading purple over those outsiders witnessing

Eventually after years of purple transitioning

The purple bad-seeds flowered after reconditioning

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020

Hold Your Horses

This afternoon I went for a walk to the Moorabool Valley Cafe, however the cafe was operating under strict lock-down conditions. At the cafe door, I could order a take-away coffee, where I also ordered a delicious slice of cheesecake. Luckily I had my backpack on, and the package sat easily in my backpack, and I carried the coffee, I was not allowed to stay at the cafe, nor even in outdoor patio area. Anyhow off I trek on way back to home. On the way home I knew of a park bench where I could have a rest and eat my cake, and I also took the above photos on the way back….. and everything combined to inspire me to think of a poem, while sitting at the park bench, “eating my cheesecake, and writing these words”……. .

Hold Your Horses

I’m riding my white pony from the air-force

She’s a Pegasus, and the perfect horse for this course

But are we on the right track?

Am I actually heading back?

Winging our way across the continent

My loyal stead is divinely competent

And I trust her heavenly sense of direction

Flying us towards my celestial connection

Ivor Steven (c) March 2020

Survive, Again

I’m here, in my writers room

Secure in this single cocoon

But my active mind’s wondering

And dreams of freely wandering

 

Be patient I am told

Remember those bad days of old

When your body turned cold

Dead from a worldly mould

 

You’re to be a good patient again

Remember those months of pain

When clots and spots invaded your brain

And how you survived, to see your spirit reign

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020

A Dragonfly Lives Six Months

The Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is  ‘Ladders.‘ please go over and visit the  “Weekly Prompts” fabulous site by clicking >>HERE. Today my poem is about the view I see from the top of my ladder….

 

A Dragonfly Lives Six Months

 

From atop of my wooden ladder

I saw crowds growing madder

Beyond the world’s yellowing sky

I heard a murmuring dragonfly

Cry and fall off his rainbow slide

Landing awkwardly on his side

Powerless I gazed, mortified

As one of nature’s angels, slowly died

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020