Tag: Music

Where to Now?

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – “Connector” – September 23, 2021, click on the link to visit her fabulous site . >> https://amanpan.com/2021/09/23/eugis-weekly-prompt-connector-sept-23-2021/




Where to Now?


Where do they hide? 

When the sea is at full-tide


What lays beyond the sand?

In foreign hands on distant lands 


Their long windy road is untraveled 

With trials of fear yet to be unravelled





Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021

Some Time Now



Some Time Now


Today’s anniversary is fouty five yeas

A marriage of happy smiles, then sad tears

Our color is both red and sapphire blue

Representing the depth and stability of you


Anniversaries, they come, and they go

Some time now since that final May snow

Anniversaries, my soul does not let them pass

Some time now, I reminisce the last


Anniversaries, none ever forgotten

Some time now since your everlasting smile was taken

Anniversaries, over coral and every colour

Some time now since your tidal wave of valour


Anniversaries, when love grew stronger

Some time now since the years became longer

Anniversaries, covered by, love, suffering and pain

Some time now since our river flooded with rain

Your troubles fell, with an Autumn leaf

Forever enshrined, our promises of belief





Ivor Steven (c) September 10th 2021

Standing Upright

Hello dear readers, I’ve been writing this poem over the last three days, and I was struggling to obtained any rhythm between thoughts and words, and then I saw a wondrous photo on Derrick Knight’s blog/website this morning, (which is my ‘Featured Image’ above), and his photo of the glorious old oak tree, immediately channelled my thoughts, into that of strength and resilience, and from there, my Title was formed, and my words started to become a more cohesive piece of poetry…. Thank you Derrick, for allowing me to use this beautiful and impressive photo, with my humble little poem.

Standing Upright

My heart’s bruised from bygone blood-stones

Threaded together by the spirits of old bones

And they’re resting within my ageing body’s soft clay

But I’m leaking, soulful droplets on sunny days

The world’s foul winds are blowing me off my feet

When I’m wobbling down cold and dusty streets

Then a modern medicine-man came with his young tribe

Re-tuning my rusty pieces, with rhythmical vibes

And they declared my cello strings, to be plucky enough

To handle tomorrow’s mystery masks and travellers handcuffs

Ivor Steven (c) August 2020

Drifting Forward

I’ve having a busy Wednesday. My Barwon (Geelong) Health, and Aged Care Plan, has begun today, with a morning visit from the nurse organising my plan, and this afternoon, the plan’s Doctor came to visit me, and from tomorrow, I’ll be having daily visits by physiotherapists and occupational therapists. .. The health program is design around keeping me comfortable and safe at home, and reduce the risks of further falls or accidents in the home… Don’t worry, I am reasonably healthy, and I’m happy to be within this scheme, which is about looking after susceptible older persons living by themselves, and after my recent episodes, I’m in that category….   So my time here on WP has been limited today, and will be for a couple of weeks, as get used to health plan’s orientation and introduction…. Haha,.. having said all that, I had time to write this Haiku at lunchtime, a piece which had been drifting about in mind….

 

Drifting Forward

 

Cleanse our dirty clouds

Saturate the stains with rain

Wash away this pain

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

Cake Crumbs and Coffee Stains

 

Cake Crumbs and Coffee Stains

 

I’m at this cafe table, alone

My notebook page is blank

Except for cake crumbs and coffee stains

 

The cafe venue is not full

Because with the current laws, there’s a Quota

A maximum of only thirty people

 

I feel for the young owners

Trying to run a small business

Under these necessary restrictions

 

There’s the mandatory sign-in and hand sanitising

As the voracious covid’s dirty paws

Attack untethered and unannounced

 

Waiting your turn, is a normal process

Patrons have become more civil and patient

And unbothered I casually scribble these words

Between the cake crumbs and coffee stains

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

 

 

 

 

A Collection of Ponds Turns Into a Lake

Hello dear readers, yesterday I wrote this Haiku for Beth ( ididnthavemyglasseson.wordpress.com  ) about ‘Ponds’….

“A dragonfly Pond 
Mirror’s the hot summer sky 
Natures gallery ”    … and this morning (Sunday) I was reading the 8 Haiku’s I had written over the last 8 weeks, and in my mind they seemed to be following a theme… Then I decided to format them into one piece/poem… so here is my ‘Lake’ of words…..

 

A Collection of Ponds Turns Into a Lake

 

Peaceful is the dawn

Morning frost is hovering

Sunshine cuts the ice

A dragonfly Pond

Mirror’s the cold winter sky

Natures gallery

Soft winter sunshine

The sky’s raining blue diamonds

Warms my fragile heart

 

Are we hand in hand

With hearts joined, ready to start

A new wisdom age

Are we the drowned ones

Laying beside our beached whales

Unable to breathe

Cold steel’s not power

Love can’t be an iron fist

Hand in hand we breathe

 

Upon our torn earth

Lets sit around the camp fire

One circle of sand

On and on we go

We the mighty do venture

Above and beyond

 

Featured Image above; Taken by my Canadian Auntie, of the Barrier Lake in Alberta.

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

From Little Things, Big Things Grow

Once I was a little fella, bursting at the seams

Who loved moonbeams and had big dreams

Years have gone by, now I watch and I listen

And sadly I feel our world’s listing

I’m an emotional old guy

And one day, I’m gonna die

.

Life has taught me to be patient

My story unfolds in poetic testaments

Words written, some happy, others blatant

Little things that grow by accident

Little rhymes, not asking for judgement

My little rhythmical notes, my instruments

 

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020.