Pink Elephants and One Day to Go

Party, party week

Seven days of giving cheek

Eating and drinking like a hog

Sleeping like a frog on a log

But no leaping and dancing

Just happily dreaming and romancing

Friends to meet and greet

Places to go, coffee and sweets

Bones are sagging like old awnings

And I’m smiling at pink elephants in the mornings

There’s a finale fling tonight

Before a last lullaby under starry lights

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020

Olsen Olsen by Sigur Ros (english translation)

Two three cats ran,
which is the same as the cats,
two three can check,
where is the brother of one.

pushbutton board,
fruits of the boat,
ask him to eat,
tell her she does not want to.

cempedak fruit outside the fence,
take pole pitch,
I am a newbie,
if you cant show it

Peace And Serenity

The featured image above, is a photo taken by Canadian uncle(Dick), who was from, High River, Alberta. and the photograph is of Maligne Lake, a lake in Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada. The lake is famed for the colour of its azure water, the surrounding peaks.

Peace and Serenity

There’s an old biplane sign-writing on a cloud

A red blue and white poster, big and loud

Capitol Hill has coldly declared, “Chaos”, in the sky

Copied by the media’s dirty claws gone awry

Our messy world’s living on unclean ground

Lock-down’s isolation the silent sound

Stay calm and relaxed behind our covering masks

And lets inhale peace and serenity as our objective task

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020

Sigur Rós – Varúð

Warning (English Translation)

Three laid out

And fields of everything melted

Out all, all out.

And let’s light the bonfire-candles

And the winds from far away.

As ?who/might be something else? became brick walls

All, everywhere

And enough bones are cold

Kills everything

Warning

Outside, part of the icecold

Let’s light a bonfire, when it’s evening

And words wait bluecold

Let’s build again a silver shelter

And winds from underneath

As ?who? became brick walls

All, everywhere

There laid a thousand falls

And draws everything

Warning

I’ve Been Caught Again

The midnight bell sweetly chimed

And I saw a bright silver moon

Soon dawn opened my sleepy eyes

And I saw a glowing golden sun

The old alarm did not ring

Arising early is no longer the thing

Today I’m another year older

Sixty-nine years upon my shoulders

Time has worn my aching back

And every ageing bone goes crack

But isn’t there a crack in everything

That’s how the new morning light gets in

Ivor Steven (c) July 20th 2020

Pockets Full of Stars

Pocket Full Of Stars

I’ve been sleeping with memories

Here in my brother’s house

A home, away from home

I’m quietly laying here

In a warm cosy bed

Happily wiping away stars

From my night-time eyes

And up on the bedroom wall

There’s a picture of tranquillity

A painting familiar to me

Created by the hands of an angel

Pastel sky and a calm blue sea

Precisely how she viewed the world

A place of peace and serenity

I’m smiling under these loving tears

Knowing she’s within me every year.

Ivor Steven (c). July 2020

Pockets Full of Gravel

I’ve walked a long rough road

Granted to me by His hard gavel

A path of highs and lows

Never smooth nor level

Knees were bruised and cut

By slippery tracks of coarse gravel

Tripping over old shoelaces

Untidy and unravelled

Life has been lost and found

During my perpetual travels

But I’ll continue to follow my star

And keep riding the wise man’s camel

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020

Vaka (Wake), Lyrics by Sigur Ros

You sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You’re so low
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low
You sigh low
You’re so
(you’re so)

you sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You’re so low
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low
You sigh low
You’re so

Ocean Spirit

Dawn sunshine awakens my weary bones

And I hear the early birds are singing

About my day’s visions of flying towards home

Then I remember the tune and start humming

As the windless sky beckons my ocean spirit

It’s time to travel beyond these noisy urban alarms

Sit upon cool sand, and listen to the waves lyrics

Rhythmically roll into my waiting arms

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020

A Brick Wall Comes Alive

Over the last two weeks I’ve had the pleasure of observing a creative piece of street-artwork evolving on a corner shop wall, at nearby the ‘Box Office Cafe’, where I like to enjoy a coffee and cake… The wonderful painting, inspired me to write this little poem.

A Brick Wall Comes Alive

There, before my smiling eyes

An old brick wall comes alive

A colourful display, growing and flowing

There’s flowers and faces glowing

Within artistic creations of finesse

Upon every brush-strokes progress

The facade’s sharing her party dress

And she’s dancing in the streets to impress

Oh.. At Carolyn’s request, here’s pic’s of my coffee & cakes….

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020

Brave Knight

In these times of oppressing days

Pressing engagements are on delay

Souls are in need of a valiant Knight

To pull us from this pool of fading light

A quicksand of swallowing gloom

Rules and restrictions clinging to every room

Oh. Brave Knight save us from doom

Roll away the dark stone covering our tomb

Bring us your enlightening thunderbolt

A silver torch of liberty to our vaults

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020

Wizard, (a Haiku)

Back in 1972, I was a great fan of the band, ‘Uriah Heep’, and I’d play the song “Wizard” on my record player, every chance I had. The music was magical, and the lyrics superbly depicted the feelings within my heart …. and my visions of a more peaceful and harmonious world, might soon be achieved……. That was nearly 50 years ago, and I vividly remember the song, but I’m afraid the world has forgotten the “Lyrics”

Wizard (a Haiku)

Mysterious dreams

Magicians run amok

Wizards remember

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020

The Wizard. Lyrics by Uriah Heep

He was the wizard of a thousand kings
And I chanced to meet him one night wandering
He told me tales and he drank my wine
Me and my magic man kind of feeling fine

He had a cloak of gold
And eyes of fire
And as he spoke I felt a deep desire
To free the world of its fear and pain
And help the people to feel free again

Why don’t we listen to the voices in our hearts
‘Cause then I know we’d find we’re not so far apart
Everybody’s got to be happy
Everyone should sing
For we know the joy of life
The peace that love can bring

So spoke the wizard in his mountain home
The vision of his wisdom means we’ll never be alone
And I will dream of my magic night
And the million silver stars that guide me with their light

Polar Bears and Cold Sheep

hello world, do you see my frown?

will the blizzards ever calm down?

will the rains ever soften the ground?

will the tears of silence be the only sound?

the frozen wounds are deep

the mountains of snow are steep

humans need to stop being cold sheep

and begin taking their own individual leaps

the rewards of being nice

far outweigh this world of ice

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020