Over at Weekly Prompts, it’s the last weekend of the month, and it’s time for the One Day Prompt. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here …
Sailing Back in Time
One day, my mind was sailing
down the river, and daydreaming
about being in a kindergarten.
Back to where time began,
in a colourful garden of fun.
Where nursery rhymes were real,
and friendly fairies lived
in the neighbouring field
Back then, love was homespun
And given freely to everyone
Ivor Steven (c) April 2025
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word Obsession. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here.
Some people say that I am obsessed with taking photos of the daytime moon … which is probably true, but in my poem today, I am using the ‘moon’ as a metaphor for ‘Easter Sunday’ …
Sunday Shroud
now you see me
now you don’t
I’m as pure as the driven snow
and I covertly nudge my way
through the cumulus clouds
looking for that opening in the sky
where I can display my Sunday Shroud
and dispel that dreaded prophecy
“He does not return”
.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Perceptions:
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Tullawalla:
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OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven © April 2025
Today’s poem is one of my verses made up of comments I posted on some of my fellow WordPress writers’ articles during the month … In stanza order, they are:
Dwight >> https://rothpoetry.wordpress.com/2025/03/31/beauty-or-beast/
Beth >> https://ididnthavemyglasseson.com/2025/04/04/enter-the-penguins/
Eugi >> https://amanpan.com/2025/04/10/shedding-masks-a-journey-from-darkness-to-light/
Violet >> https://violetslentz.home.blog/2025/04/10/a-perfect-fit/
Louise >> https://dareboldly.com/2025/03/31/raw-of-rage-fear-and-release/
** The word “Sinuous” is the weekend challenge at Weekly Prompts. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here.
I think my poem below could be classified as a “Sinuous Poem”
Who Owns Our “Promised Land”
We know it’s nature’s way
Survival is not a showy ballet
And birds don’t have holidays
The clever little penguins will display their true mettle
When all the showy snowflakes finally settle
They are going to resell their snowy wonderland
Back to the ‘Promised Land’, for a million-grand
Shedding those old tacky masks
Maybe a refractory task
Our perfection is impossible
The dejection is horrible
His resurrection is improbable
Rage is for the stage
Fear is always near
Release me, piece by piece
.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Perceptions:
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Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven © April 2025
Today’s poem was my inspired poetic response to David’s “Sijo”, ‘Of all things, or: Bridge to nowhere’. >> https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/03/28/of-all-things-or-bridge-to-nowhere/
Over at Weekly Prompts, since it’s the last weekend of the month, “One Day” is again the monthly Prompt! To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here
One Day, or: Bless My Soul
Beneath our feet, there lies a common mound
Between our ears, the winds of time hear no sound
Below our eyes, the promised land cannot be found
Within our hearts, we share the lost and drowned
Beyond our souls, the world’s burial grounds
Belong to the hounds, who run the battlegrounds
Ivor Steven © March 2025
Featured Image Image Above, was taken at 7.54 pm
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Colour Challenge for this month is Yellowish.
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On our walkies this evening I took these “yellow sunset” photos with my iPhone (Sunset time was officially 8.03 pm)
7.44 pm, 7.49 pm, and 7.51 pm
7.54 pm, and 7.57 pm
Ivor Steven (c) March 2025
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is the word Gawking. To visit their fabulous site please click on >> Here
Flying South or North
I am supposed to be flying south
For a holiday down by the river mouth
But somehow, I found myself heading west
In Search of the next diving contest
If I succeed there, I will fly up north
For the Champions Trophy
At the renowned, Firth of Forth
Win, Lose, or draw, I’ll return to the east
Where I will rest my weary wings
While I’m gawking at the home-baked family feast
.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Perceptions:
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Lulu Books >> Perceptions (lulu.com)
Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven (c) February 2025
Over at Weekly Prompts, The Weekend Challenge is the word Absence. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> HERE
Imaginary Bookcases and Bootlaces
In the absence
Of any commonsense
I’m here talking in mime
About my memories and rhymes
From behind my imaginary bookcase
And wearing a quirky poet’s face
This is my ordained place
Where I bravely embrace
The unpredictable pace
In this dysfunctional race
Then I cautiously retrace
My creations’ underground faces
From the days of waterlogged bootlaces
.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Perceptions:
Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >> Perceptions (lulu.com)
Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven (c) February 2025
Duet Singing. Magpie-larks are one of the 200-odd species of birds around the world that are known to sing in duets. Each partner produces about one note a second, but a half-second apart, so humans find it difficult to tell that there are actually two birds singing, not one.
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is the word Whimsical. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here.
Mudlarks Are Whimsical Duet Singers
The Magpie Lark is
Unique to Australia
A small singing bird
With striking black and white plumes
Our sopranos of the sky
Ivor Steven (c) February 2025
** Over at Week Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is the word ‘Excellent’. To visit their fabulous site please click on >> Here.
** Also at Eugi’s Moonwashed Musings
>> https://amanpan.com/2025/01/21/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-chroma/
Ripples in the Sky
Hi, to all perceptive observers,
you, might not be able to see me,
but, if you look through telescopic eyes,
I’m up here, high in the Cirrocumulus clouds,
lounging in my excellent recliner chair,
sharing the sky’s Blue Theatre,
with the daytime silvery moon.
We are tactfully floating upon
the troposphere’s delicate white ripples,
and wistfully waving to the world’s
congregating survivors.
.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Perceptions:
Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >> Perceptions (lulu.com)
Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven (c) January 2025
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
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