Time is an eternal sundial
The sun rises and the sun sets
Tides roll in, tides go out
The rivers ebb and flow
And the gray clouds of life
Continue to fly on by
Curtains open and curtains fall
The audience wants more
Feel the crowd roar
Last night, did you hear the moon call?
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
The hard rain has been falling again and flooding the man made drains…
Raining Pain
Can you hear the rain?
I can’t see above the clouds
Can you feel her pain?
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Today’s poem is a self portrait piece I wrote in September 2018, which I posted earlier today on Go Dog Go Cafe >> http://godoggocafe.com/2021/09/03/throwback-friday-looking-at-the-mirror-by-ivor-steven/
Looking At the Mirror
I see an oldish bloke, who likes to write poetry
Personal topics and our world’s society
Why don’t I try to write a bigger story?
Flash fiction, and there’s enough for a book
Am I too afraid to really look?
All my poems are quite shortish
Like last year’s birthday cake wish
Maybe I’ll say, “I’m far too lazy”
I can’t tell them, I’m a bit crazy!!
Nor that I’m a mad Lord of Wizardry
Best I turn the mirror, for another view
They want to know about me and you
I see a bald man, just like my dad
And that’s not at all bad
I always said, if I grew up
To be half as good as my dad
I’d be very happy and proud
And well ahead of the crowd
He was a kind and thoughtful man
I suppose I’m honest and lend a hand
I see, I’m showing my age
My journey has torn many a page
And it’s not that I’m overly sad
My veneer shows everyone I’m glad
I’ve lived my promise, for better and for worse
And I loved my job, a carer during her curse
Ivor Steven (c) September 2018
Featured Image above; The Athabasca River, Alberta, Canada, taken by Uncle Dick Meyer ..
Dark Rivers
We are not Robots
We are not managed
By remote controls
We are of flesh and bone
We are of spirit and heart
Receptive to compassion and love
The rivers do run
And the rivers do part
Falling into oceans of dying souls
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
A big thank you to Editor Irene Toh for including my poems Cascading Snowflakes and Time Strolls, they were up yesterday, among some great poems by many wonderful writers, in Issue 19 of Red Wolf Journal, an anthologized PDF selection of pieces addressing a “My Dream Of You” theme.
Cascading Snowflakes and Time Strolls were originally published at RWJ earlier in the year, in their almost-daily journal, surrounded by many other fine works, so I’m thrilled and very honored to have been selected for the anthology.
And today I shall present “Cascading Snowflakes”
Red Wolf Journal
Issue 19 – Fall 2021
My Dream Of You
Cascading Snowflakes
by Ivor Steven
A morning blizzard of hailstones
Smothers my old frozen bones
Polarized, I am shivering head to spine
Chilling my chasms of hard lines
Daily coldness unwrapping
Mid-morning thawing, eventually happening
Melting, my eternal iceberg breaks
Into an avalanche of cascading snowflakes
Covering me in a white blanket of crystal firestones
Gradually warming my lonesome bones
Turning my purple blood into glowing red
Clearing heavy fogginess from my head
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Climb into the clouds
Descend with rain and sunshine
Saturate your soul
Ivor Steven (c) August 2021
The Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is: Sanctuary. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . and the poem below is my response to their prompt …
His New Sanctuary is Luxury
Sometimes in life
Just when it’s right
There’s that moment
And tonight’s that moment
Sometimes we are lucky
Against all the odds
There’s that fortunate time
I am ecstatic and feeling blessed
Gratefully thankful
I write these words on today’s Newspaper
Reading tomorrow’s weather forecast
Happiness is here
Here right beside me
Under my verandah roof
Comfy and relaxed
Frankie love’s his new sanctuary
Ivor Steven (c) August 2021
My poem today is the other poem that I wrote at Ali Grimshaw’s, poetry ‘Writing Circle’ Zoom meeting event on Tuesday.. Once again it was a privilage to be a part of a wonderful gathering of kindred poets. And I thoroughly reccommend Ali’s Writing Circle programs to all interested poets out there, you will not be disappointed if you decide to attend… You may connect with her site via this link >>
https://flashlightbatteries.blog/.
I Cannot Remember Aunt’s Name
what do I remember
of yesterday
my memory is softened
and in decay
bouquets and birthdays
have left on Santa’s sleigh
I do recall my sister’s banquet
on Boxing Day
and I am not to delay
a trip to my Aunt in Adelaide
Ivor Steven (c) August 2021
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “In This Limbo”, is this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem at Coffee House Writers
Ivor Steven (c) August 2021
If you wish to purchase a copy of my book “Tullawalla”, the links below will help ..
Tullawalla is Available at Amazon (Paperback), https://www.amazon.com/Tullawalla-Ivor-Steven/dp/B099H47PWQ/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=Tullawalla&qid=1629428327&sr=8-1
Tullawalla : Steven, Ivor, Harris, patricia, Costello, Kerri: Amazon.com.au: Books … ..especially for those living in Australia, with an Amazon.au account, postage is at local rates rates ..
May the Whales Find Their Tails
After climbing high into the clouds
Upon descending with rain and sunshine on your shroud
Life will fall on your shoulders, leaving you wise and proud
Then that full sail will always be your holy grail
And you can delete those old tell-tale snail trails
May the whales find their tails
And hopefully the quails will always wail
Ivor Steven (c) August 2021
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