Tag: Music

Looking Through A Window

What a dull way

To start a poem

“Looking through a window”

I was told by my teacher

If he saw a poem

Beginning with that line

He wouldn’t read the verse

Saying the words were over used
But in all honesty

Here I am

Sitting at my desk

“Looking through a window”
And the sky is a gloomy gray

So what else could I say

About this lonesome day

Another one of solitary downplay
Waiting patiently for a new entree

Writing this empty essay

Listening to the rains crescendo

“Looking through a window”

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  May 2020

A Violet, and A Blade Of Grass(today)

 

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”

 

Shine On, Shine On..

Her distant star shines
Walking down by the river
My life’s always fine………..

 

**You may view my poem “It’s Just A Little Dream”, by clicking onto this link >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/12/18/its-just-a-little-dream-2/

 

Ivor Steven (c)  May 3rd 2020

 

 

 

My World, Beyond The Front Door

Apologies to my readers and followers for not commenting on your articles with my usual zest…. but I’m out in the big bad world, busy working as a plumber again, and by the time I get home I’m a tired bag of bones….. For everyone who’s isolated at home, I thoroughly recommend that you have a look at a YouTube program called “BAD SEED TEEVEE”, featuring Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, with interviews, film clips, songs, old videos, and they are on 24/7,  produced for your pleasure as a “Stay Home” show…….

 

My World, Beyond The front Door

 

I’m feeling dead tired

But not quite dead yet

More like terribly tired

But I’m not that terrible

Call me awfully worn out

No! Don’t say I’m awful

 

The poet has gone missing

He’s back to wearing blue overalls

On the tools, as a plumber again

An old working class man

Ouch! My poor soft little paws

Are blistered and sore

 

And I leave my comfy writing desk

Now a vacant treasure chest

While I venture out onto real soil

Visiting my world of intriguing toil

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

Shangri La

On “Weekly Prompts” the word: Desolate, is the weekend challenge. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE… Below is my response to the their prompt.

 

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

Us Robots

This Haiku was originally was written as a response to Brandi’s poem “Robots”, click on the link here >>  https://couchtalksblog.wordpress.com/2020/04/23/robots/   , but alas there wasn’t a comment box with her article, so I’m presenting the Haiku here.

 

Us Robots, A Haiku

 

Us rusty humans

Need fresh air and oiling cans

Not more robot men

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

Primavera, Lyrics by Santana

Spring

Rain of sun
as a blessing
Life is reborn with its light
spring is here
all is like this
back to the root
time of unquiet youth
in spring already.
The black earth becomes green
and the mountains and the desert,
A beautiful garden.
As the seed
brings new life
there’s in this spring, a new era.
In the air of this new universe
today there is freedom
in spring already.
The black earth becomes green
and the mountains and the desert,
A beautiful garden.
As the seed
brings new life
there’s in this spring, a new era.

https://lyricstranslate.com/en/primavera-spring.html-0

Us Robots

This Haiku was originally was written as a response to Brandi’s poem “Robots”, click on the link here >>  https://couchtalksblog.wordpress.com/2020/04/23/robots/   , but alas there wasn’t a comment box with her article, so I’m presenting the Haiku here.

 

Us Robots, A Haiku

 

Us rusty humans

Need fresh air and oiling cans

Not more robot men

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

Primavera, Lyrics by Santana

Spring

Rain of sun
as a blessing
Life is reborn with its light
spring is here
all is like this
back to the root
time of unquiet youth
in spring already.
The black earth becomes green
and the mountains and the desert,
A beautiful garden.
As the seed
brings new life
there’s in this spring, a new era.
In the air of this new universe
today there is freedom
in spring already.
The black earth becomes green
and the mountains and the desert,
A beautiful garden.
As the seed
brings new life
there’s in this spring, a new era.

https://lyricstranslate.com/en/primavera-spring.html-0

Weariness

I’m not one, to feel depressed

This is more an aura, of been oppressed

 

Bones are aching

Muscles are throbbing

And I feel like I’ve run a marathon

But I’ve hardly ventured out into the fray

Here I am in isolation

Wondering about the sun’s X-rays

 

I’m not one, to feel depressed

This is more an aura, of been oppressed

 

I’ve a thumping headache

My misty eyes are tired

And I feel like I’ve rewritten the Bible

But I’ve only been writing a poem a day

Here I am in isolation

Wondering about my future’s stairway

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

Once Upon A Time

 

Once Upon A Time

 

The evening cloudy sky

Is glowing your colour red

My night’s ground is trembling

I hear an unearthly gale blowing

From where the half moon is howling

And I see your star is shaking

 

No, my dearest

I’ve not forgotten

You’re rattling my windows

Earlier than normal

Then that’s definitely you

Always ready and on time

 

I’ve yet to pick new flowers

For your pure white vase

Yes, forever watching over you

These years have flown

But today, feels like tomorrow

My memory tears

Are all for you

And I’m still singing your song

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

 

https://youtu.be/Nnu1E5Kslig