Tag: Photos

Who Has The Foggiest? (a Limerick)

This week’s challenge on Weekly Prompts is: MISSING. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here .. and my Limerick below is in response to the prompt ‘Missing’


 
 
Who Has The Foggiest? (a Limerick) 




I cannot see the morning moon 

There’s no sunshine in my breakfast spoon 

The heaviest of fogs falls 

I cannot hear the birds’ calls 

Has our world condemned nature’s tune? 






Ivor Steven ©  May 2022

The Rear of Night (Revised)



My fading dawn was impossible to identify

A heavy fog had kidnapped my sky

Sabotaging my morning sunlight

The day disappeared in front of my eyes

The passing of night left a murky blight

There’s no start nor end to my blurred sight

Breathing in moist air, I gasp, “where’s the moon?”

Had my dismal forecast unravelled too soon?

Is this shadowless gloom?

The beginning of doom ?






Ivor Steven ©  May 2022

Under A Vanishing Sky




The dawn is a gray silent sea

And as a cold fog invades me



I see a green paddock

Without a horizon

Vanishing into oblivion




I see a ghostly power-source

Hang without opposition

Vanishing into oblivion



I see a ghastly concrete Czar

Without compassion

Disappearing into oblivion






Ivor Steven ©  May 2022

I Tried



After times of sorrow 

Hope lives on,

in tomorrow 

So sings,

my little sparrow


All my mountains

have been climbed 

All my climbs

had their falls and failures 

Then ultimately

I tried to reach my goal


“Except that the goal

Falls short of the reach” … Leonard Cohen, from his song ‘The Goal’






Ivor Steven ©  May 2022

Hot Cross Buns and Chocolates

Hello readers and followers, the poem I am reposting today is an ”Alphabet” poem that I wrote in April 2019, two days before I left to fly to NewYork, on my way to visiting my Philadelphia cousins, who I had never met, and of course I was also to meet my favourite niece and penpal “Kerri” for the “First” time … So, I thought I would try to write my “First” every Alphabet Poem, to celebrate my “First” every trip to New York and Philadelphia …




Hot Cross Buns and Chocolates


America, here I come, ready or not

Beyond my bed-zoned borders

Chasing those forgotten horizons

Dreams are finally blossoming

Easter treats are tucked in my pockets

Fancy editions of my poems, are packed in the case

Giant airports and planes abound

Hot cross buns, and more chocolates are eaten

Inspiring my week’s holiday mood

Jet engines soaring aloft

Kidnapping me by default

Lawyers left floundering

My medical records lost in transit

Naughty nightingales, again covering for me

Opening my doorways, to the promised land

Passing high above the melody, at heaven’s archway

Quarantine played, Leonard’s Tower Of Song

Rumblings, I hear from a distant Bensalem yard

Spiritual chants, from my family circle

Telepathic messages, humming on a magic carpet ride

Unbroken my promise, now to be honoured

Vikings and villains to be avoided

Weapons disguised, under the statues torch of liberty

Xylophones I hear, playing on the streets of New York

Young ladies are dancing to my tune, Hallelujah

Zero-ground, salutes me there, staying upside down






Ivor Steven (c) May 2022

My River Flows, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem“My River Flows”, 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/my-river-flows/






Ivor Steven (c) May 3rd 2022