Autumn has been dry and warm
And the earth remains cracked
Providing cosy homes for the field critters
The brown crickets are thriving
And hopping along shared tracks
Innocently dancing there
Beyond the murdering arms of war
Mushrooms are sprouting on the verges
Stoically poised on stumpy stems
Under sheltering white caps
Nature’s nutritional ground fruit
Innocently standing there
Beyond the murdering arms of war
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
There is a greyness filling the sky
Made up of sick tongues and lies
Death and destruction in a dirty disguise
Enquiries from worldwide continue to ask why
So many innocent people must die
While fleeing the greyest of Eastern skies
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
Ten years ago today, it was the “Time” that I made a “heart stopping decision”
Did Your Heart Stop Too?
Did you cry too?
When the doctors told you
She was not going to recover
Did they ask you too?
About what you already knew
It was time
To flick the switch
And dim her light
Did your heart stop too?
Knowing
You had emptied her shoes
Did you sleep there too?
During those infinite days of blue
Softly holding her hand
And not letting go
Did you weep too?
Blankly alone
In her full room
Waiting
For her last silent breath
Ivor Steven (c) April 27th 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Day One”, 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/day-one/
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
Running Out Of Time (a Tanka)
Time is eternal
We live and die over time
Unfinished business
Is left hanging on the line
No more time, our only crime
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
Did you see the sunrise this morning?
The horizon was like a golden blind
Did you read the news at lunchtime?
The headlines were dark and unkind
Did you watch the night sky fall this evening?
The stars looked like yellow pieces of shrapnel
Do you know our planet earth?
Exists only as a moment in time
Do you know that the universe?
Created all reason and rhyme
Do you understand Mr Shootin’ Putin?
That you are the world’s worst crime
Heartlessly deaf, cruelly dumb, and compassionately blind
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
Walking in the rain
Wearing water-logged boots
I am dodging millipedes
And hopping over puddles
With the footpath crickets
I see a universe above the sky
As the liquid clouds
Drop their weight
Upon my empty hands
Filling them with verses
Of memories and rhymes
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
Here is another ‘Easter Poem’ from my archives. This one is from Easter last year (2021)
How To Eat An Easter Egg
[i] Carefully chose your Bunny’s and Egg’s
But the “Violet Crumble” box is a MUST
Deliciously smooth and tasty
[ii] Wisely place your purchase in the fridge
Australia always has a hot Easter weekend
And judiciously push the Easter delights towards the back
[iii] Patiently wait until Sunday morning
Stoically obey those traditional procedures
Mine were eaten by Saturday evening. How did you go?
[iv] Delicately unwrap the colourful foil covering
I have diligently preserved the shiny shells since my first egg-hunt
Then gently nibble open the pointy end of the exposed Egg
[v] Fiendishly devour the irresistible chocolate
Until you are more than fully satiated
Then voraciously attack the bunny and bite off his ears
WHOOPS !! surprise, surprise … that rascally easter bunny has
left me some “Eggs” to find on Sunday…
WARNING: This article is posted for Austraian audiences, however
‘International’ followers may read the below instructions at their
own RISK !!
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
Happy 75th birthday to my dear departed wife Carole, and I am also celebrating the 10th anniversary of her passing from this world.
Featured Image above: Is a collage I created from 2 of Derrick Knight’s photographs, and thank you to Derrick, for allowing me to use his photos here in conjunction with my poem. >> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/04/15/swarms-of-moths/
A Third Eye is Watching
When your emotions begin to flow
Do your senses amplify and grow?
Bodily aches and mental strains intensify
Your flooded brain feels like a third eye
Wondering why?
You are paddling knee-high
In yesterday’s goodbyes
Today my universe
Hovers above my verse
And there is no reason to cry
While her soul resides high and dry
Ivor Steven (c) 17th April 2022
Another Easter poem from 2 years ago, that I also posted on Throwback Friday, over at Go Dog Go Cafe >> https://godoggocafe.com/2022/04/15/throwback-friday-jingle-jangle-for-my-easter-bonnet-by-ivor-steven/
Jingle Jangle for My Easter Bonnet
My notebook’s running on empty
There’s pages of invisible words
And blue lines are leaping forward
Leaving my empty threads behind
I have empty socks
Lining my holey pockets
And my mouldy purse
Is loosely tied to my Easter bonnet
How am I going to fly?
Without costly wings
I’ve not even a jingle jangle
Of silver change
And my dream’s destination
Now seems out of range
But I don’t need to travel too far
To reach my Easter avatar
Ivor Steven (c) Easter 2020
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