I’m not to be told, how to live my life
I’ve lived this life, having lost my wife
I’m not a great philosopher
Nor a fashion writer
I’m not a sprightly young traveler
I’ve no money to buy a new carrier
Too old for a toiling plumber
I actually like penning poetry
Some say your never too old
Whatever, I’ll continue to be sold
my plans to reach for the stars
Where I shall walk my own crooked ways
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I’d like to thank Gina, of Singledust, and her glorious poem, ‘last pure light’, on “Go Dog Go Cafe”, for inspiring me to write my poem, ‘The Golden Beach’, please click >> Here, to read her wonderful words. Also referring to this weeks, Weekly Photo Prompt: Tradition, yes it’s an Australian tradition to spend Christmas at the beach
Staring over the ripples in my cuppa tea
Gazing at the future forecast by the tea leaf’s
I’m visualising waves upon the morning sea
And the sensation of the sand beneath my feet
Oh to walk on the golden beach again
Inhale the fragrance of the wind caressing my skin
And to swim in the rejuvenating ocean
Feel the surf’s spray on my body, like warm rain
The tentacles of fresh air draw you in securely
An aura of purity and peace abounds richly
There’s a crispness from the sun that warms your heart
And a cleansing depth within the surrounds that soothes your soul
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
My sleepless thoughts are being unkind
I’ve repetitive words on my mind
My memories of the past
Are becoming faded
My empty hands were once full
Of memories and rhymes
My imagination for the future
Is becoming jaded
My fixated hands are now full
Of old expectations and unused time
Maybe these words will clear my mind
Help me think about what I may find
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
You’re a friend, you don’t have to phone me
You’re a friend, you don’t have to visit me
You’re a friend, no need to enlist me
You’re a friend, you’ll be the last one I’ll see
Your honesty is an eternal friend to me
Your finality will be a truthful friend to me
No need for your secret messages
No need for your silent thoughts
All I need, is to share the sun
All I need, is to share the rain
Share the moon, and the universe’s pond
Share the spoon that feeds my star beyond
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
This morn, I broke my favourite bowl
We can buy another one
You say lightheartedly
But can we buy another me
I was as clumsy as can be
Awkward to the ninth degree
Oh, to sit down with a cuppa’ tea
Then I stumbling, spilt the milk
All across the kitchen bench
We can easily clean the stench
You say lightheartedly
But can we get another me
Will I continue to fall out of every tree
Will I always miss where I pee
How am I to swim the pacific sea
How am I to climb the stars with thee
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Hello dear readers, Happy Christmas and Merry New Year. I’ve just finished typing up a collection of my published poems, which I’ve done for Christmas gifts for my family and friends, there seems to have been 23 of them. It was a lot of poems to present here in one folder, but really not a great amount to have published, probably represents my laziness and aversion to print up my poems for submissions. Maybe after I recover from my illness and stroke, I will make more of an effort this new year, to submit poems for publication. Have a glorious festive season everyone, and please enjoy the music.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
There’s a word called surviving
I know that is me
You cannot survive without help
I know that is me
Support from family and friends
I know that is me
There’s a word called love
I know it seeps out of me
You cannot survive without love
I know it seeps out of me
Love comes from everyone I know
I know it seeps out of me
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Thank you to Sue W of Nan’s Farm, << click here, she supplied the title and gave me the inspiration, to write this introverted poem of mine
I’m sorry for smouldering
Smouldering my ashes on your blue sky
I’m on a different kind of angle
Slightly leaning to the right
I used to always turn to the left
That’s when I knew the difference
Between right and wrong
Now, I’m just around the corner
Living on broken cobblestones
And old torn bed-sheets
I’m feeling incompetent in my sleep
Life-long dreams are incomplete
My time here is unwell and unfinished
Unfinished are my words for the future
They’re unwritten from far and near
And this ancient boat needs a good rudder
To steer me through these rough seas
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Today I’ve written a quote, and then at the same time, I’ve converted the quote, into a Haiku. I’ll give you the quote first, then the Haiku
Quote: The Edge
“Life, is living on the edge
There’s no bottom nor top
Moving sideways is enough” – Ivor Steven
Haiku: The Edge
Living on the edge
Moving sideways is enough
No bottom nor top
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
It’s that time of the year, a Christmas message from Ivor. And above a picture of my family’s get together, for Danny’s 70th birthday. Only us siblings these days, from the left, Tum(Lawrie’s wife), Ivor, Danny, Lawrie(Standing), Miffy, and Miffy’s John took the picture.
Time Travelers
Zap, a gigantic lightening bolt precedes a mystical power surge
Traversing the cobalt skies, like horizontally sleek outriggers
Vividly scoring chords, to hang our every word on
Like musical lines, writing out, our lost dreams and regrets
Sound-waves echoing, poles apart, going north, south, east and west
Conducting iridescent lights over our purple and orange sunset
Vibrating quasars, pulsating from deeply inside, outer-space
Focusing towards the huge magnetic Receiving Dish, signalling “An Arrival”
Recording a celestial traveler, singing with an angel’s voice
Resonating sweetly, like Handel’s, Messiah Hallelujah Chorus
Translated into our universal language of symphonic sound
Digitally televised for the world’s population to simultaneously view
The Super-Sonic Cosmic message to be heard loud and clear
“We’ve returned to your degraded planet earth”
“To again, bestow upon you, Peace And Goodwill”
“Like we’ve done before, Eons of Millenniums ago”
Ivor Steven (c)
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