Tag: Poetry/Australia

Grumpy Bears in Chains


The crashing noise started after midnight

When the growling thunder gave darkness a fright

I was shaken by the storms furious hard rain

Sounding like grumpy bears in chains

Thumping my iron roof with their heavy paws

And lashing at the awnings with their steely claws

Then the giant drops turned into falling ice-blocks

And I rushed back inside to shelter behind the dog box




Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Sunday’s Cooling Zephyr



Sunday’s Cooling Zephyr



So this is our new Sunday

Finally a return to normal ways

I feel almost alive

Adrenaline’s on a high



No time for my Dell

No time to dwell

Wonder and ponder

About a deep blue yonder



Another hour or so

And I’ll get up and go

Relax at my local Cafe

Enjoy a cake and coffee



And there will be a cooling zephyr

Caressing my brow, soft as a feather

I’ll hear Sigur Ros’s soothing music playing

And daydreaming, I’ll be gently swaying



Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Centauress

This weekend the challenge from Weekly Prompts is the word; Noteworthy. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . The below poem is my response to the prompt.


Centauress

I do not have to be famous to be noteworthy

Nor am I remarkably important

But within my fading soul I feel worldly



I do not have to be a President to be noteworthy

Nor am I significantly superior

But within my weary heart this story is newsworthy



I do not have to be a golden deity to be noteworthy

Nor am I the almighty creator

But within my lonely dreams I feel praiseworthy



I do not have to be anyone else but me

A earthy wordsmith, kind and trustworthy




Feature Image: The Centauress, by Rodin.

The Centauress is a provocative variation on the traditional equestrian monument. Instead of a hero mounted on a horse, the heroine and the horse have become one. Rodin combined two previous works in the design: The horse comes from an unrealized plan for a sculpture of a Chilean general. He adapted the woman from a male figure in The Gates from Hell.

Why create this amalgam? Rodin described a struggle between humanity’s “two natures. . . . An image of the soul whose ethereal impulses remain miserably imprisoned in the corporeal mire!”




Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

A Finite in the Infinite

Curiosity opens my eyes at first light

I venture beyond my cocoon of fright

And begin to see the world’s perceived fears

Wingless, I crawl away from the sea of tears


Tired of romancing the stone

I threw a rock into the ocean

Hit the great white ghost in the head

And fed the hungry seagulls more bread


This is no time to throw the towel in

I just heard the bell for round two ring

The power of the universe glows at night

And I am but a finite in the infinite






Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

The Ordinary

Today I’m presenting the other poem that I wrote at the poetry forum held on Sunday, a “Writing Circle”, hosted by Ali Grimshaw.

If you are you interesting in joining the wonderful world of Ali’s “Writing Circle” you can find more information via clicking on this link > > https://flashlightbatteries.blog/2020/11/10/sunday-writing-circle/


The Ordinary

Looking out my window

I hear, the wind blowing

I see, the sun glowing

I smell, the garden flowers

Suddenly there’s a thud

On the roof above

A branch from my neighbour’s tree

Landed on my verandah

Curiosity drags me outside

No obvious damage done

I smile and say “Hi”

To my courtyard garden

And the flowers respond

“Good morning Ivor”




Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

On and On We Go

Yesterday I attended (via Zoom) an event called a, ” Poetry of Gratitude: Writing Circle”, hosted by Ali Grimshaw. During the meeting we were given two separate “5 minute” writing sessions to write two poems, and below is one the poems that I had written in my allotted time. Tomorrow I might present the other poem that I wrote.

If you are you interesting in joining the wonderful world of Ali’s “Writing Circle” you can find more information via clicking on this link > > https://flashlightbatteries.blog/2020/11/10/sunday-writing-circle/


On and On We Go



every second, a commitment

every breath, a moment

every moment, a feeling

every feeling has a heartbeat

and the beat goes on and on

a soft beat to every step, to and froe

and step by step the moments go

a quest for answers never stops

until our eternal sun drops





Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Revolving

Time is tiresome, here loafing around

Best I search for my chi at lost and found



I need a reliable Puffin’ Billy

To find a track that’s not too hilly



Heading towards a time and place

Where my mind can safely settle and touch base



While our new revolution replays the old collections

Of peace, love, and compassion without interjections




Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Broken Shoes

My poem “Broken Shoes”, was totally inspired by Kate’s (CalmKate) thought provoking poem “Witness” you can ‘view her original post’, by clicking on this link >>https://aroused.blog/2020/11/11/witness/

Broken Shoes

More sad news, more sexual abuse

Women being dumped like broken shoes

While men stupidly protect their ‘mates’

Knowing about their blatant mistakes

The multitude’s calls are loud and clear 

Victims are not the ones to be smeared 

Stop being matey fakes 

Decline their dirty handshakes 

The continuing abuse is a disgrace 

It’s time for male attitudes to about-face 




Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

A Snowman Falls

A Snowman Falls



The writing is on the wall

Did you see the words fall?

From stars of blue, one and all

The letters stood humble and tall

Shimmering like Niagara Falls

Announcing the new overhaul

Choirs sang within tenement halls

Medicine-men debuted at the White House ball

And did you hear the snowman fall?

Into his dishonest cannon balls




Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020