I’ve a lady visiting, on my bed
Relaxed and snoring, all spread
Friendly, and in her own way beautiful
Cuddly and always an armful
I’m grateful to have her here
Beside me, I adore her soft ears
Lovingly listening to my heartbeat
As she lays there on my feet
Undemanding, a gracious sleeping beauty
Attending to her daily needs, is my happy duty
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
In reply to CalmKate’s, Friday Foto Fun Prompt; Uprooted << Click to view Kate’s site…..
By The Waters Edge, (Tullawalla)
Above: The home I lived in, growing up. Above Right: My bachelor’s pad, a first floor apartment
Above: Our home, Carole & I, shared for the next 37 years of togetherness. until her passing
Above: Were I rented for 3 years, with a lady called Sue. Above Right: The next year I boarded here.
Above: The old Tullawalla & the new Tullawalla, Mum & Dad’s, holiday house, and then their retirement home. Me and my brother (Danny) lived there for 6 months, at the end of 2016. And then at start of 2017, I moved my present home.
Above: My home today, the front view, and the back courtyard and verandah
By The Waters Edge, (Tullawalla)
I’m in an isolation cabin
Like a waiting mosquito larva
Ready to burst
Surrounded by sand and sea
And a river mouth
Tidal and free
And I share my daily bread
A piece for you, for her, for them
Thoughts of you
I dream of now, and then
I see your flowered coffin
I’m tangled in a cocoon
Like an angry dragon-fly
Begging to break free
Surrounded by water-grass and weed
Tea-tree and Dunes, far as the eye can see
And a garden bed
Grown from seed
And I share my weekly menu
A piece for you, for her, for them
Thoughts of you
I stare down upon a fallen brave
I see your flowered cave
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
His family, siblings of ten
Then a loving father of four
The king of our den
Always the gentle man at our door
You were our best friend
Now our star forever more
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
Inside the clouds
Comes the secret of the rain
Outside, the sky
Reflects the ocean’s colouring veins
Within the sun
Burst, undying corona rays
Overhead, the moon
Casts shadows night and day
Underneath, there’s the earth
Orbiting, in charge of seasonal change
Nearby, there’s Venus and Mars
Planets without smog and cars
Above, there’s the stars
The universe’s infinite mountain range
Featured Image: Pinterest.
Ivor Steven (c) June 2019
Strange….. this morning, I woke up with tears in my eyes……. funny how these moments, occasionally, happen…… I’m fine, I cope well these days, but I had an urge to pen some words, and I wrote these these few short lines…… Also today I’m posting this short poem on “Go Dog Go Cafe’s”, Promote Yourself Monday’s site, please visit them, by clicking >>> Here.
Wherever You Are
You are the pillow
In my pillowcase
You are the morning
In my sky
The cloud in my eyes
The water in my heart
You are the soul
In my every word
Ivor Steven (c) June 2019
My Old Lane To Nowhere
The roadworks have gone on for half a year
At seven in the morning, noisy trucks crunching into gear
My old muddy track
A dirt lane, no longer winding back
The boggy clay is being dug out and renewed
Soon to be a bitumen and concrete view
I’ll be walking on a sealed road
No more murky puddles, nor frogs and toads
Gone the stench of rotting soil
Mixed in with leftover sump oil
My house floor to stay cleaner
And a nature strip groomed and greener
At last, my driveway entrance dry and solid
No more fishing in the muck for my dropped wallet
Ivor Steven (c) June 2019
I went to my favourite lunch-spot today, the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe. I have not walked that far (the weather has been dismal), since I’ve been home from my trip to Philadelphia. Surprisingly I handled the long walk reasonably well. Then I sat down for a coffee and a piece of tasty blue-berry cheese cake. The winter sun was gorgeous, out on the outdoor balcony, and I happily “observed” a pair of Weebill birds, as I continued to write this poem(Below). Also attached, a few photos from my pleasant afternoon observations……
The Weekly Word Prompt is: >> Observation << click to view their site.
Black Snow Thaws In The Winter Sun
I’ve no more secret words of sorrow
Only old lines I’ve borrowed
I found them in a poet’s dusty booklet
The pages were tattered, like grandma’s cookbook
Torn recipes, out of last century’s Gideon’s bible
Of a tongue, ancient and tribal
Shadowy scriptures that now appear outdated
Erased from my sacred tablet
Years of love and dreams desecrated
Thrown away, but prudently not wasted
My road ahead is now cleared of black snow
The night is not always black, you know ?
Ivor Steven (c) June 2019
I attended another recital/open mic, evening tonight. Despite venturing out into the cold, I enjoyed the friendly evening. A great chance to meet up with fellow poets and hear their outstanding works. Also a time to sip on a few beers and soak up the pleasant surroundings, and atmosphere, of the ‘Valhalla Brewing & Taproom’ bar, during the poetry reading sessions. I was fortunate enough to be allowed to read three of my poems. Below are the three pieces that I read out tonight.
Dreams Of The Heart
I cannot walk the continents
Like the intrepid Marco Polo
But my feet have felt the sands of time
Pass between my toes
I have not sailed the high seas
Like the courageous Christopher Columbus
But my body has bathed
In an ocean full of kind hearts
I’m yet to fly in space
Like the brave Neil Armstrong
But I have reached for the stars
And touched my soul’s dreams
Its Time
We’ll miss you,
Mother Earth.
Your splendour,
And imposing style.
From forest canopy’s,
To the desert Nile.
New creations,
Beauty, gone.
We’ll lose you,
Father Time.
Your rhythm,
And stoic guile.
From ancient history,
To the future files.
New millennia,
Awaiting, gone
Haiku: We Lost The Sea
Bridges of dreams crossed
The ocean and river spanned
Waters of love found
Ivor Steven (c) June 2019
The old moon knows
After a bitterly cold winter
There’s never a false spring
The devil’s apple tree always blossoms
The new moon now asks us
About the planet’s every faded sign
Ghosts in the soils dried up cracks
Moon shadows cover sacred grounds
However, above a dying old moon
Or below the new moon’s veins
Eve’s love moon, remains alluring
Her moonbeams spoon our imagination
Shimmering upon that blue lagoon
Playing the jubilee tune in every lovers bedroom
Love eventually conquers us all
When moon blossom ringlets fall
Ivor Steven (c) June 2019
He has no shame
He has no name
Life for him is a game
Life for him is someone else’s blame
He will not be remembered
He will not be a heavenly member
He’s full of money and greed
He’s full of himself, that’s the arrogance of his breed
His narcissistic attitude is growing worse
His growing pool of lies , will eventually stagnate and burst
Ivor Steven (c) June 2019
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