Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem“Endless Seams”, 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/endless-seams/
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
This poem is not really a poem, but a poem made from some of my quotes that I have occasionally posted here on my site, and the creating of this collection/poem was prompted by Derrick Knight’s, Feature Image Above >> and you may visit his site via this link >> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/06/24/too-close/
Do Not Quote Me?
“A poet following a poet, gives you poetry in motion”
“The tunnel is growing wider
The light is glowing brighter”
“He who worships from the tallest tree,
should be weary of the broken branches he trod on below”
“Stories emanate from the heart. Literature lives in every heartbeat “
“Not all literature is perfect, none of us are perfect”
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
New Born Lambs
Here, on the edge of suburbia
Wide bitumen rivers
Plough through barren fields
On nearby deserted hills
Giant man made towers pierce the clouds
The midday winter sun
Forgot to open her eyes
And failed to warm
The frost bitten land
Where new born lambs
Tremble and struggle to stand
Here, I silently search
For her guiding hand
While passionately waiting
For Mother Nature’s last command
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
On a fiery hot suburban street
Cobblestones are melting the crowd’s feet
Bursting blisters, of the ignorant
Burning souls, in the innocent
Ultraviolet rays are scorching everyone
Our world is being swallowed by the sun
Oh, what have us human’s done
All the rivers are running dry
Fish lay on barren land, wanting to die
Polar icebergs are often seen gliding by
Penguins are moaning without their icy slides
And you’ll hear the baby whales cry
As the ocean, sadly waves us goodbye
Our Angel’s wings are singed and cannot fly
Old mother earth is quickly going awry
And father time is forever asking why
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
The Featured Image above was taken by Derrick Knight, and when I viewed his heartwarming photo of the foal peacefully sleeping on the grass, my mind was immediately inspired to write words, and after numerous attempts to create something worthy of Derrick’s beautiful photo, I eventually produced this poem “There Will Be An Answer” … and my poem is to be read by pretending that you are the “foal’s” thoughts … You may visit Derrick’s article by clicking on this Link >>
https://derrickjknight.com/2022/06/20/shadows-and-reflections/
There Will Be An Answer
All the world is green
Within my midday dream
Please, do not disturb me
Let me sleep, let me be
Let it be, let it be
I do not comprehend
Your unnatural trends
Of killing your neighbours
After kicking in their sacred doors
Do not listen to me
Hear the breeze among the trees
There, under nature’s ancient marquee
She wisely decrees
Live in harmony like the bees
Co-existence is free
Let it be, let it be
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
We walked pass the ‘Imagination Garden Kindergarten & Childcare’ centre this morning, and I was reminded of this poem I wrote in August 2020, when the building was being constructed. All the photos in my post here today were taken this morning at the “Imagination” centre ..
Imagination (revised)
Boldly, the sign “Imagination” is written on the wall
The silent gift of creativety that is given to us all
Imagination looks beyond the distant horizon
To where a blue sky unites the oceans
Imagination looks above the gathering dark clouds
To where a golden sun dispels all doubts
Imagination looks inside the essence of nature
To where a nurtured animal instinct matures
Imagination looks outside the boundaries of mankind
To where a human mind can roam unconfined
And peacefully co-exist nonaligned
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a ‘Tanka’ called Infinity Times Infinity, and here today I have altered the Tanka, to form an eight-line poem .. For betterer, or worserer .. here is my revised piece … below: after my poem is the ‘original Tanka’
Infinity Times Infinity (Revised)
Between flying high
From here, to out there
Beyond the daylight
A trillion light-years away
Is there further light?
Where does the universe end?
Is infinity times infinity,
The foundation of light?
Infinity Times Infinity (a Tanka)
Beyond the daylight
A trillion light-years away
Is there further light?
Where does the universe end?
Is infinity the light?
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
Featured Image Above: by Derrick Knight > https://derrickjknight.com/2022/06/10/rich-pickings/
The Images below: are from my courtyard ..
The Ancient Fern Survives
Selfish, unopened minds remain numbed
False eye-lashes are heavy and closed
Botoxed lips are silent and sealed
And elephant ears have been pegged out of sight
But there under our careless feet
The earth’s ferns have agelessly survived
Three hundred and sixty million years
Without changing the appearance of their golden leaves
That timelessly regenerate themselves
By naturally releasing their fertilising spores
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
Waters flow on by
We steadfastly wonder why
We’re left high and dry
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
Welcome to wintry Geelong
One day, shimmering sunshine
The next, cold as the South Pole
But there he sits
At the front door
Waiting for his morning walk
Ok Frankie “Let’s brave it”
The wind is frigid
The misty rain is hard
And my eyes are crying
Icy droplets in the snow
But I am not complaining
As I think about the children
Sheltering in their damp cellars
Hiding from Putin’s hard rain
A deluge of bombs and bullets
Callously sent to kill and maim
** Please enjoy the Waterboys song below, “Mad as the Mist and Snow”, the words are directly taken from the W B Yeats poem of the same and musically adapted by Mike Scott
“Mad As The Mist And Snow”
Bolt and bar the shutter for the foul winds blow
Our minds are at their best this night and I seem to know
That everything outside us is mad as the mist and snow
That everything outside us is mad as the mist and snow.
Horace there by Homer stands, Plato stands below
And here is Tully’s open page, how many years ago
Were you and I, lads, mad as the mist and snow?
Were you and I, lads, mad as the mist and snow?
You ask what makes me sigh, what makes me shudder so
I shudder and I sigh to think that even Cicero
And many minded Homer were mad as the mist and snow
That Cicero and Homer were mad as the mist and snow
That Cicero and Homer were mad as the mist and snow
…
Ivor Steven © June 2022
