The Moon – Page 2 – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Talking to a Restless Moon

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday challenge is the word ‘Tomorrow‘. To visit their fabulous site please click on >> Here

Talking to a Restless Moon

On this scorching afternoon
I spoke to a restless moon
He said,
“The sky’s blue balloon
has been treacherously harpooned
by a scary orange buffoon
who openly sucks on his own dirty silver spoon
and be warned, no one is immune”

Since then, I’ve been lying low
But soon I’ll need to leave my hot bungalow
And fly forward to a safer and cooler tomorrow

Ivor Steven (c) January 2025

The Moon’s Love Song, is in this week’s Coffee House Writers Magazine edition.

Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “The Moon’s Love Song” is in this week’s edition …
To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-moons-love-song/

Note: My poem is a “Horatian Ode”
* A Horatian ode is a lyrical poem that expresses personal feelings or thoughts, often characterized by a calm and reflective tone. It typically follows a structured form and addresses philosophical themes such as love, nature, and morality, drawing inspiration from the works of the Roman poet Horace. This type of ode is known for its musicality and balance, making it distinct from other forms like the Pindaric ode.

Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Ivor Steven (c) January 2025

“Make a Wish”

“Make a Wish”

Shine, hail, or snow
The moon glows and grows
Into the wizard’s noble silver disc

“It’s Time, to make wish”
Before the magical foil
Shrinks and recoils
Behind the earth’s orbital shadow
Now bestowed with a sooty air flow
From all the Wars surplus ammo

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Ivor Steven (c) September 2024

Moon Dog (a Haiku by Frankie)

Moon Dog (a Haiku by Frankie)

I’m a Full-Moon dog

But not the sad howling type

I smile, then lick you

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Ivor Steven (c) August 2024

The Moon’s Podium

The Moon’s Podium

The Olympics are over
Now! Is an appropriate time
For our ancient and humble moon
To accept the shiniest medal
For being the friendly games
All around the World, marathon champion
During the endless days and sleepless nights
Our timeless warrior of the sky
Was the competitors overseeing, quiet achiever

Henceforth I duly declare
The “All Nations” podium belongs to the moon
For today, tonight, and all of our tomorrow’s

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ivorrs20@gmail.com

Ivor Steven (c) August 2024

High Noon Moon (a Musette)

Musette:
three verses
first line – 2 syllables
second line – 4 syllables
third line – 2 syllables
rhyme scheme – a/b/a c/d/c e/f/e
the title reflects the poem’s content

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend’s Challenge is the word Mislead. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here.
Here, my poem is about the ‘Midday Moon’ being “Misled”

High Noon Moon (a Musette)

Thin moon
A silver horn
At noon

Unowned
By the blue sky
Outbound

Unseen
Slinks toward night’s
Silkscreen

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OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com

Ivor Steven (c) August 2024

Cold Feet

Cold Feet

I wandered outside
the evening air
was damp and cold
and the moon was sharing
the dappled midnight sky
with dark satiny clouds

forlornly I looked up
and quizzically asked the moon
“I have failed
my words were drowned in the hail
I’m poor and unbound
all I have is muddy ground
who listens anyhow?
where do I go now?”

do not fret my friend
“as Confucius said,
It does not matter how slowly you go
as long as you do not stop
and that old Japanese Proverb
Fall down seven times, stand up eight “

I wandered back inside
the desk lantern was still burning
I reopened my torn notebook
and begun writing again