Do you get caught staring?
At an unknown person
Who returns your stare
With an angry glare
Sorry!
I was daydreaming
Inside an empty vortex
You were not in there
Nor next
My vacant gaze
Was mindlessly waiting
For my sparkling mirage
To turn into Cinderella’s carriage
Or am I?
The next ex
Before the why
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
It’s the devil in me
The curiosity of a buzzing bee
I just had to see
Your words of poetry
Writing is a conundrum
Your quill keeps attuning the drum
A humming note on every blue line
Do not worry if your rhythm is not in time
I only need to hear the chiming of your rhyme
To understand your journey’s resounding climb
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
I wrote to you
You wrote to me
Your words turned to scrawl
Eyes began to call
A crack crept down the wall
You stood on the rubble so tall
We let the dust settle
Heated up the Kettle
Had a cuppa and a silent chat
Light flows back, through the crack
Words were our pearls
Writing is my world
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
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>> http://godoggocafe.com/2022/02/18/throwback-friday-day-lily-and-love-by-ivor-steven/
During the month of February, my stunning Day Lily begins to bloom, and my poem today was originally written in February 2018
Day Lily and Love
Upon my pillow I sleep
Good morning, I do peek
From the cushion of my dreams
To my garden’s radiating beams
Blushing red hues, oh so bright
You bloom during the night
After cuddling the dew
You open up your scenic view
Flowering, standing proud and steep
Perfection at my feet
A glorious Lily, like wings of a dove
And by sunlight, you air your love
Ivor Steven (c) February 2018
I have memorized pain
I feel caressed by the rain
Soothing my daily pain
Let it rain
I am over being a champion
Floating on a cloudy high
I breathe in and sigh
Be at peace I decry
Stop doubting how and why
We are one world
Under the one sky
Today I am presenting another poem that I wrote while attending a “Writing Circle” Zoom meeting on Sunday morning, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous on-line “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link
>> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/
A Hard Floor
Storms rush in, then go
High seas and undertows
My chaotic fears on show
Before the final covering snow
I will sit and hibernate
Here on a hard floor
While wintry months
Await the thaw
Only to find the exit door
Opens onto another hard floor
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Today’s poem is one that I wrote while attending a “Writing Circle” meeting, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous on-line “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link
>> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/
Logically, I Am Here
Nonsense and logic
What is the difference?
In our world today
A forest breeze
Caresses my senses
Like flowering gum-trees
Free up my defenses
I love nonsense
Is it my best sense?
My most creative sense
Is it my good mood sense?
Free of commonsense
And government expense
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Are we ever going to change?
Our attitudes
Are we ever going to open our eyes?
To the faded colour of our sky
Are we clever enough to hear?
The distress of nature’s sounds
Are we brave enough to declare?
The truth within our hearts
When will it be safe enough to feel?
Stardust between our toes
Have we a strong enough backbone?
To unload all the foolish gold
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
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Chameleon
I am slippery like an eel
I slide among the field
My mood changes with the breeze
I can be cold as ice in a freeze
Or I can be warm as toast
Sunbathing on a tropical coast
I can be a chameleon in the trees
Not easy to see, but ready to please
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Understanding our time
Is no easy rhyme
After self-destruction
There is resurrection
After the fall
There is winter and spring
After the blossom
There is fruit to eat
After last years sour feast
There is nature’s regeneration
At our feet
After the cycle repeats
Can our dirty clouds be revived?
To rebirth our wheat
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
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