Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Water-wrinkled Hands And Sand Between My Toes”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/water-wrinkled-hands/
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Above Images: My doggie Frankie, on his early morning walkie.
Before The Bell Rings
I am changing my daily routine
Now summer is in full swing
Hot like a fiery lantern
Before the breakfast bell rings
I will leave early and go walking
With doggie in tow, happily prancing
We will bathe in golden sunrises
Under the cobalt blue skies
Adorned with white cirrus stripes
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Photos: Please note, that all the “Snail” images here on this post, were taken by Derrick Knight, who at my request, kindly delved through his many years of Archives, especially for this article and I am sincerely grateful for his generosity and diligence.
Winter Snails (a Haiku)
Autumn leaves did fall
A winter sun warms our souls
Snails renew their trail
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
A deluge of fat rain drops
Larger than an army of flying frogs
Bounding over tumbling logs
Quickly flooded my driveway
With rivers of bubbling ponds
Wildly racing in busy relays
That blindly drowned my lazy Sunday
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Apple blossom and white lilies are flowers that symbolize peace, but we need more than nature’s beautiful flowers to set the white doves free …
White Flowers (a Haiku)
May we all see peace
Bloom beyond the seasonal
Lilies and blossom
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
My poem today is based on a poetic ‘comment’ that I wrote on the “Chatter Blog’s” site, after reading her interesting article. For those who follow Colleen’s site, would agree that all of her posts are thought provoking and interesting, and you may visit her article by clicking on this link >> https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2021/12/29/hasnt-been-back/
Mankind’s Dirty Hands
I am an ancient oak tree
leaning against the prevailing breeze
the winds of time have shaped me
after blowing my disguise into the sea
now here I stand
a lifeless shadow
of leafless branches
within nature’s naked forest
waiting for mankind’s dirty hands
to stop the desert sands
from ravaging the last strands
of what remains hanging over our land
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
I’m proud to announce that my poem “In the Valley of Light”, has been published in the Anthology “Nothing Divine Dies”, a poetry anthology about Nature, produce by Vita Brevis Press, which is Volume III, in their successful series of Anthologies, and my sincere thanks go to the editor Brian for kindly considering my poem.
“Nothing divine dies. All good is eternally reproductive. The beauty of nature reforms itself in the mind, and not for barren contemplation, but for new creation.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
From a shaft of sunlight warming the kitchen floor to a lush forest by Walden pond, what is it about experiencing nature that pleases and fulfills us? In the third volume of the Vita Brevis Poetry Anthology,established and emerging poets from around the world show what nature means to them. This is nature poetry at its most precise and moving, continuing the long tradition of Transcendentalism, deciphering ourselves and the world that sustains us — with art.
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The cold winds of change
Blow down from the mountain range
Gathering up lost souls estranged
Rescuing them from the forest of shadows
And release them into the sunny valleys of tomorrow
Where there is light, there is colour
Where there is colour, there is energy
Where there is energy, there is life
Ivor Steven (c) December 30th 2021
Nurture, Give, and Receive
It’s a material world
That leaves us in a whirl
What we really need
Is a planet without greed
That needs our minds to proceed
By growing and nurturing her seeds
Then our journey becomes that of the giver
Rather than being nature’s grieving receiver
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
My poem today has been inspired by the three photos here on my article … The photos were all taken by Derrick Knight, who kindly allowed me to reproduce them here for my poem “Connected” … You may visit Derrick’s fabulous site by clicking on this link >> https://derrickjknight.com/2021/11/19/traffic-control-duties/
Connected
up there
under draconian dark clouds
I see a blue moon rising
gracefully shrouding the horizon
meanwhile
back here
on terra firma
woodland Autumn leaves are
colourfully crowning her mounds
where nature’s
unruffled fauna are found
gratefully grazing upon her
wounded ground
Ivor Steven (c) November 2021
Today I read a brilliant poem over on David Redpath’s fabulous site, and I thoroughly recommend that you read his outstanding piece, by clicking on this link >>https://highwaybloggery.com/2021/11/17/welcome-to-the-placebo-dome/
The below poem, is made up from the two comments that I placed on David’s site today.
Cracks In The Dome
I can hear bells ringing from the Placebo Dome
Through the cracks in my wall here at home
And still they are singing the same old anthem
Hollow words of charming wit and blunt sarcasm
Resonating from the dysfunctional meetings in Glasgow
Declaring they have saved the planet from a deadly afterglow
Absurdly, far too ironic
In a town so green and iconic
With their faces all aglow
Ashamed they were too slow
Because there’s not enough dough
Although
The world continues to produce live ammo
Ivor Steven (c) November 2021
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