Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “I Feel The Sky”, 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/i-feel-the-sky/
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
Today while I was writing this poem a wondrously magical coincidence happened to to me via my Instagram Site… I received an article from a Geelong singer/songwriter, Arjuna, the her new song was up on YouTube, and the title of her brand new single is “Vessel” … and of course I have attach her music/video as my feature song below .. .. and congratulations to “SheIsAjuna” on her fabulous song.
Purple Vessels
Purple is the colour of my dreams
Flowers are the vessels of true love
The fragrant rosemary bush from Tullawalla
Represents the essence of my father’s life
And I visualize my mother’s angels
Floating above the basket of fairy lavenders
My Fragile cyclamen plant
A loving gift from Carole’s favourite carer
The delicate and everlasting drooping violet
Began growing forty-five years ago
Planted by Dad to celebrate our marriage
Annually producing our beautiful wedding flower
A purple shaped vessel of eternal love
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
Yet again the “reblog button” did not work for me today, so I have copied and pasted my article here from my “Go Dog Go Cafe” post, and you may visit there by clicking on this link >> http://godoggocafe.com/2021/10/15/throwback-friday-river-of-destiny-by-ivor-steven/”
I wrote the original version of this poem back in December 2017, and here I am presenting a revised edition that I wrote today
I am going to see a lady of Wizardry
In the grey house of mystery
Over the bridge, strong and earthy
To find my path to bravery
Not to be judged lightly
But to be cured internally
I do bow to a Queen, so ghostly
In the castle of stone, so empty
On the edge of the Red Sea
To find my way eventually
Not to be forlorn and angry
But to face friends and foe calmly
Searching for life’s secret duty
In the distant Abbey, so eerie
Beyond the boundaries, down along the valley
To find my river of destiny
Not to be trialed for my insanity
But to be unveiled for my humanity
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
Spring has sprung again
With a burst of sunshine
Between old storm clouds and new rain
While life’s decor is being redesigned
Winter’s open wounds
Are washed clean
Last year’s fragile blooms
Are due back on the scene
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
Featured Image Above: A big thank you to Derrick Knight for allowing me to use his magnificent ‘Sunset’ photo … see his link attached below …
Today’s poem is a combination of three, haiku/ukiah/haiku, that I made on, Colleen, Kate, and Derrick’s articles yesterday and today.
“Truth” (a Haiku for Colleen) https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2021/10/11/the-truth-is-yours/
“A Rainbow Dance” (a Ukiah for Kate) https://aroused.blog/2021/10/11/ukiah/
“Sunset” (a Haiku for Derrick) https://derrickjknight.com/2021/10/11/todays-hobbyhorses/
Is It True? “That Rainbows Dance At Sunset”
Your soul knows the truth
Within, feel the power grow
Live, breath, touch the flow
At the end of the rainbow
We shall dance and glow
On nature’s golden plateau
Blazing, the sky sinks
Sunset kisses everything
Fall’s finale crown
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
‘Birds Of A Feather’ is poem I wrote a few years ago, and I’m proudly reposting the words here to coincide with the “Indigenous Peoples Day” holiday in America on Monday 11th of October…
Below I have attached a song by Australia’s indigenous singer/songwriter Xavier Rudd … his famous classic “Spirit Bird” …
Birds Of A Feather
to colour us all tanned
black or white
didn’t seem right
even a humorous sight
maybe blue and green
would’ve been a better blight
and I’ve been told orange
is a preferred skin tone
best we have more colours
I’ll go buy the paint drums
toss them together
shaken, not stirred
into one huge cocktail dish
and use a whale-hair paint brush
we’ll all be covered the same
a faded colour purple
like tarnished rain clouds
not too dark
not too proud
not too white
just bright enough
to see the light
Please Note: The featured image above, is called ‘Four Birds’, by an Australian artist, Patsy Anguburra Lulpunda, at the Aboriginal Art Gallery
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
I have thirteen available chairs
Here at the bottom of His stairs
And a dozen of them are still empty
Despite the neon sign saying “No- Vacancy”
Obviously the advance bookings
Were quickly taken
Wisely heeding the prediction
That our world was breaking
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
A Courtyard Song
The spring morn is crisp
Sun-rays cling onto my chest
Porridge and lemon-ginger tea
Refresh my sleepy soul
Courtyard flowers arouse my eyes
Music vibrates the air
With a piano tune from Ludovico Einaudi
And Frankie quietly watches on
I write a comment for Derrick
His home in England needs a plumber
Then I send a song to Susi in America
To compliment her lovely ‘Fall’ poem
Carolyn’s words enrich my heart
But she will need her tissues
When she plays the video/music song
Only 8.00 am, and my message box is full
And now, the old poet’s day begins
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
The “Weekly Prompts” Wednesday’s Challenge is; QUIET PLACES. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . My poem Illumination is in response to the prompt
Illumination (a Tanka)
A sunny spring sky
Softly caresses my thighs
Displacing old lies
And illuminates my eye
To the universe’s dye
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
Here is a poem I wrote last year, and today I am posting the piece as my response to “Go Dog Go Cafe’s” Halloween-themed Prompt Challenge (Guest Submissions), and you are welcome to participate via this link … > https://godoggocafe.com/2021/10/01/halloween-themed-prompt-challenge-guest-submissions/
The Reincarnation of a Pumpkin
My locked bubble is about to go boom
A year I’ve been a stranger in my own tomb
Under a pumpkin lid, hiding my gloom
Where my world was a rotting cave of doom
Now these orange walls are my life-giving womb
Being reborn like a smiling old groom
I’m breaking away from the master’s dead blooms
Escaping on the green witch’s magical broom
Flying over the full moon of autumn
Where I’ll be able to wear my mask and costume
Hidden under my orange Kaftan from Khartoum
And I’ll invade the newsrooms, and all the children’s bedrooms
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
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