Floating on the Moon

Hello readers and followers, today I am continuing with my theme of “Moom” poems, and if need to have a chat with me, “I am up here floating on the moon”

Floating On The Moon


I am not always wrong

And at times I may have been right

Behind my mask I smile

And at times I grimace

Numbness has entered my bones

Clumsiness guides my pen

Awkwardness precedes my stride

Uneasiness resonates in my voice

I am not able to walk on water

And at times I have sunk like a stone

I live within my soul’s cocoon

And at times I am floating on the moon





Ivor Steven (c) January 2021

A Midday Moon


Hello readers and followers, … my “Moon” poem theme continues today with a repost from September 2019, and I hope you are all enjoying my collection of “Moonolgues”



A Midday Moon


Surprise, surprise, up there in the sky

Hidden by the glare, of noon’s golden eye

I saw the moon, being cradled by the midday sun

There, glowing like a silver button

As hundreds of human’s passed me unawares

I was staring in wonderment, at our worlds brightest stars

The sun’s white ray’s, wore soft gloves of silk

And the moon was like a baby, enjoying mother’s milk

A chance of a lifetime I captured

Our sun and moon’s moment of embracing rapture







Ivor Steven (c) September 2019

A Moonless Sky Goes Sailing By

Hello dear readers and followers, … yes I am still suffering from “Moonbeam Dust” in my eyes, and here is another “moon” poem of mine that I originally wrote in March 2020 …


A Moonless Sky Goes Sailing By




After your sixty five

There’s a time to live

And there’ll be a time to die

Who am I to tell a lie?

Under the moonless sky

That casts no shadow

Only a night crow

To sing for us

What’s the fuss?

We’re on the same bus

The dawn’s a plus

Without the virus





Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020

Promote Yourself Mondays, October 25, 2021

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Moon Shadows And Celestial Lights (Revised)

I am ‘Moon-struck’ this week, and here is another “Moon” poem, which I originally wrote in May 2018, and today I am posting a new version that I revised this morning ..


Moon Shadows And Celestial Lights


I stood alone

in my second-hand clothes

holding her worn out soul

silently

I placed her ashes

in a brick wall

years of heartache

hidden in a chasm of pain

moments in time

now resting in peace


How does tomorrow become another day?

how does the past live with today?


Her moon shadows shyly tiptoe through my nights

as my hazy dreams glow under her celestial lights






Ivor Steven (c)  Revised, October 2021

To The Moon And Back

Today’s “Weekly Prompt” Weekend Challenge is: Discovery … Please go over and visit they fabulous site by clicking >> Here Yesterday when seaching my files for an appropriate poem for my “Go Dog Go Cafe” .. Throwback Friday post, I “Discovered” that I had written numerous ‘poems’ about the “MOON” over the years … and attached today, this is one of pieces that I “DISCOVERED” during my search …

Above Photos: The award winning, Geelong Library and Art Gallery… (Looks like the moon)

To The Moon And Back


Well, say hello spring

You’re certainly flashing us your everything

A warm mild morning

Followed by midday sunshine

Then suddenly a wild storm

Lightening and heavy rain

Windy squalls, umbrella’s flying

And down the fat hail came


While the dark sky opened his jaws

I wondered if it was like this

On our faraway moon

So without further ado

I jettisoned myself there

Soaring into space

I left this human race

Just for a short time, anyways


I journeyed to the art gallery

Displaying a real moon show

Wilderness photos from yesteryears

Bold colourful impressions

From out of this world

Ancient traditional stories were also told

Old-time moon movies, on the big screen

Bold sculptures, of every shape imaginable

And a moonscape, seen through artist eyes

The wondrous afternoon escape, was my prize


Above Photos: Some friendly humans that I meet on the moon……






Below: I love this song and video  by ‘The Airbourne Toxic Event’, performing their tune “All At Once”…. enjoy




Ivor Steven (c)  September 2019

Throwback Friday, Moon Blossom(Revised), by Ivor Steven

My “Throwback Friday” article over at ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’ … and another poem about the “Moon”

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There was a full moon last, so I thought my poem from June 2019 was an appropriate piece for this weeks ‘Throwback Friday’

Moon Blossom

The old moon knows

After a bitterly cold winter

There’s never a false spring

And Eve’s apple tree always blossoms

Then the full moon shyly shines

Casting moon-shadows upon sacred ground

And asks about the planet’s fading designs

“Where have all the ancient spirits gone”

However, the new moon remains alluring

And his moonbeams spoon our imagination

Yellow ripples shimmering across blue lagoons

Casting moon-shadows over lovers bedrooms

And love eventually conquers us all

When moon blossom ringlets gently fall

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS…

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Did You Hear The Full Moon Sing?

Featured Image Above:A Tree-house for Mystical Faeries”(My Title for the photo), taken by, Derrick Knight, and reproduced here with his permission, and again, thank you to Derrick for his kindness and continued support of my poems. Link for Derrick Knight’s site; > https://derrickjknight.com/author/derrickjknight/



Did You Hear The Full Moon Sing?


Yesterday, spring arrived

Last night, a full moon ignited the sky

Today, warmth arose from the earth


Everywhere I walked

Nature stood there bountiful and proud

Everywhere I looked

Nature displayed her colourful shrouds


I saw a glossy black pony

Glowing in the paddock moonlight

And a garden of purple flowers

Bouncing in the sunlight


I saw tree-house sanctuaries

Homes for mystical faeries

And hollowed out logs

Comfy beds for spiders and frogs


Tonight, nature’s mockingbird will sing a lullaby

Tomorrow, the universe will hear no lie or alibi





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Salt

This week the midweek challenge from “Weekly Prompts is: FAMILIARITY. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here ..
I suppose my poem today has that “Familiarity” of my words being in created in the pleasant surroundings at my ‘Box Office Cafe’



Salt


A scent of sea air drifts by

As the sun cascades into my eyes

And Spring is flowing from the sky

“My river of renewal” she decries

“Taste my salty breeze and feel alive”





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

I Feel The Sky, (is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine)

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “I Feel The Sky”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine.  … please click on the link below and visit my poem at Coffee House Writers … and let me know what you think of my poem, and I would appreciate your support over at my new venture as a writer on CHW…
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/i-feel-the-sky/


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I Feel The Sky
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I Feel the Sky


I am creating a verse from beyond my cage

Here, surrounded by the essence of a new age

Spring blossom floating on a sea of loose pages

Soaring on the wings of yesterday’s paper darts




I was finding words in unusual places

On dirty microwave plates

Under shaggy-pile carpets

Between last night’s lonely sheets

And walking down empty streets


Inside the Box Office Cafe, I sit

Observing the world below my feet

An old wooden floor of weathered planks

And table bases made from engine cranks


On the open verandah I can feel the sky

And I write on the blank skyline

About today’s invisible freedom, before my ink runs dry





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021