Peace And Serenity

The featured image above, is a photo taken by Canadian uncle(Dick), who was from, High River, Alberta. and the photograph is of Maligne Lake, a lake in Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada. The lake is famed for the colour of its azure water, the surrounding peaks.

 

Peace and Serenity

 

There’s an old biplane sign-writing on a cloud

A red blue and white poster, big and loud

Capitol Hill has coldly declared, “Chaos”, in the sky

Copied by the media’s dirty claws gone awry

 

Our messy world’s living on unclean ground

Lock-down’s isolation the silent sound

Stay calm and relaxed behind our covering masks

And lets inhale peace and serenity as our objective task

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

Sigur Rós – Varúð

 Warning (English Translation)

Three laid out
And fields of everything melted
Out all, all out.
And let’s light the bonfire-candles
And the winds from far away.
As ?who/might be something else? became brick walls
All, everywhere
And enough bones are cold
Kills everything
Warning
Warning
Outside, part of the icecold
Let’s light a bonfire, when it’s evening
And words wait bluecold
Let’s build again a silver shelter
And winds from underneath
As ?who? became brick walls
All, everywhere
There laid a thousand falls
And draws everything
Warning
Warning
Warning

 

 

I’ve Been Caught Again

The midnight bell sweetly chimed

And I saw a bright silver moon

Soon dawn opened my sleepy eyes

And I saw a glowing golden sun

 

The old alarm did not ring

Arising early is no longer the thing

Today I’m another year older

Sixty-nine years upon my shoulders

 

Time has worn my aching back

And every ageing bone goes crack

But isn’t there a crack in everything

That’s how the new morning light gets in

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 20th 2020

Pockets Full of Stars

 

Pocket Full Of Stars

 

I’ve been sleeping with memories

Here in my brother’s house

A home, away from home

I’m quietly laying here

In a warm cosy bed

Happily wiping away stars

From my night-time eyes

And up on the bedroom wall

There’s a picture of tranquillity

A painting familiar to me

Created by the hands of an angel

Pastel sky and a calm blue sea

Precisely how she viewed the world

A place of peace and serenity

I’m smiling under these loving tears

Knowing she’s within me every year.

 

Ivor Steven (c). July 2020

Pockets Full of Gravel

I’ve walked a long rough road

Granted to me by His hard gavel

A path of highs and lows

Never smooth nor level

Knees were bruised and cut

By slippery tracks of coarse gravel

Tripping over old shoelaces

Untidy and unravelled

Life has been lost and found

During my perpetual travels

But I’ll continue to follow my star

And keep riding the wise man’s camel

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

Vaka (Wake), Lyrics by Sigur Ros

You sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You’re so low
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low
You sigh low
You’re so
(you’re so)

you sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You’re so low
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low
You sigh low
You’re so

Ocean Spirit

Dawn sunshine awakens my weary bones

And I hear the early birds are singing

About my day’s visions of flying towards home

Then I remember the tune and start humming

 

As the windless sky beckons my ocean spirit

It’s time to travel beyond these noisy urban alarms

Sit upon cool sand, and listen to the waves lyrics

Rhythmically roll into my waiting arms

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

 

A Brick Wall Comes Alive

Over the last two weeks I’ve had the pleasure of observing a creative piece  of street-artwork evolving on a corner shop wall, at nearby the ‘Box Office Cafe’, where I like to enjoy a coffee and cake…  The wonderful painting, inspired me to write this little poem.

 

A Brick Wall Comes Alive

 

There, before my smiling eyes

An old brick wall comes alive

A colourful display, growing and flowing

There’s flowers and faces glowing

Within artistic creations of finesse

Upon every brush-strokes progress

The facade’s sharing her party dress

And she’s dancing in the streets to impress

 

Oh..  At Carolyn’s request, here’s pic’s of my coffee & cakes….

 

 

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020

Brave Knight

In these times of oppressing days

Pressing engagements are on delay

Souls are in need of a valiant Knight

To pull us from this pool of fading light

A quicksand of swallowing gloom

Rules and restrictions clinging to every room

Oh. Brave Knight save us from doom

Roll away the dark stone covering our tomb

Bring us your enlightening thunderbolt

A silver torch of liberty to our vaults

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020

Black and White

 

tues-prompt

The Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge on ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’ is; Write a poem or piece of prose around the words “in the stillness”  All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate.  Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or….. Here’s my response to this weeks prompt

 

Black and White

 

A calmness follows

The healing of night

As the dark moon

Sinks from sight

Leaving no shadow

Upon this blight

Arise lonely soul

Into the stillness of light

The heart throbs again

As blackness turns white

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2020

Polar Bears and Cold Sheep

hello world, do you see my frown?

will the blizzards ever calm down?

will the rains ever soften the ground?

will the tears of silence be the only sound?

 

the frozen wounds are deep

the mountains of snow are steep

humans need to stop being cold sheep

and begin taking their own individual leaps

 

the rewards of being nice

far outweigh this world of ice

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

Paradise Beach

 

Paradise Beach

 

on and on we must go

we the mighty who dare

to venture above and beyond

our drab old vaudeville show

 

join the journey of discovery

out there in search of the Milky Way

swim on our universe’s distant shores

where there’s sure to be a stellar star

completely made of compassion

held together by oceans full of love

 

our beach, a united paradise

one nation, within our reach

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020