Ivor Steven: My Dragon (The Trilogy)

My Dragon trilogy has just been published in “Slasher Monster Magazine” and with some impressive artwork, I’m so pleased, and thank you, “SMM”.

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My Dragon.

A Monstrous Dragon, breathing fire.

Did arise from the gurgling mire.

Dark gangrenous green, from head to tails.

Claws blackened, sharp as nails.

Purple secretions, from his scaly chest.

A spear harpooned, a grizzly mess.

Eyes seeping yellow maggot heads.

My Dragon’s crying, and nearly dead.

My Dragon, The Revival

My harpooned Dragon’s fallen and out of breathe.

Gazing around, pleading, near death.

The slayers spear, protrudes from his scaly vest.

And I quietly hear his soulful pounding chest.

Quickly, I plunge my sword, cutting shard.

Removing the spears horrid barb.

My Dragon exhales a fearsome howl.

Eyes Bulging, tears flowing down his jowl.

In agony, thrashing his spiky green tail.

Then slowly abating, like a windless sail.

Is he dying, lying there loudly groaning.

Nostrils snorting, neither afire nor smoking.

Suddenly, his left wing begins flapping.

And my Dragon’s head rises, stretching, arching.

Green horns twitching, like…

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‘Til Death Do Us Part

 

 

TO ALL MY DEAR READERS, A GREAT PIECE OF NEWS FOR ME TODAY, THIS POEM HAS BEEN SELECTED TO APPEAR IN THE GEELONG WRITERS ANTHOLOGY 2017. And I’m feeling blessed and honoured, on this, Leonard Cohen’s Anniversary week of his death last year, 7th November. And thank you, Leonard Cohen, for being there as a guiding light through-out all of my life. 

 

‘Til Death Do Us Part.

She’s there, in that tall pale building of brick.

Where the Nightingales care and tend to the sick.

She’s there, away from home and her comforting bed.

Where the Doctors try to fix the endless ills, from her head.

She’s there, her absence, reminds me of future plights.

Where my anxieties for her well being, endure her fight.

She’s there, I need to visit her, all day, and every night.

Where the distance to reach her soul, is out of sight.

She’s there, I’m wondering about that far away dome.

Where my lost personal affection, leaves her all alone.

She’s there, in those misty clouds, church bells ringing.

Where she’s nearing sombre sounds, of angels singing.

She’s there, her constant pain, remains tight in my heart.

Now I’m convinced, like I said, at the very start.

There’s no place like home, for her gathering dark.

And I promise to her, again, ’til death do us part.

 

Ivor Steven.

This Lost Shadow 

I wrote this poem early in the year of 2012, and I was lucky enough to have the work published by Numen Books. “Melpomene”, a collection of poems, both old and new, Edited by Gwendolyn Taunton. Available through “Amazon Books”. A review of the book via this link  https://gwendolyn-taunton.com/reviews-2/melpomene-editions-laurence-teper/

This Lost Shadow

 

I’m writing this song for my body and for my soul.

I’m singing this song, about my return from the cold.

Why am I so tired, is sixty that old.

Why am I so sore, have I been far too bold.

I’m so physically worn, and so mentally torn.

I’m so worried about my every waking dawn.

I’m thinking of this oppressive life, for you and for me.

I’m wondering if this vigilant life’s, too hard for me.

I’m deliberating if this tragic life, shall continue to be.

And feeling this bonded life’s, drifting out to sea.

 

I’m penning these words for everyone to see.

I’m writing this book about a single weeping tree.

Why am I so sleepy, am I aging too quickly.

Why am I so sad, who’s looking after me.

I’m this furnace log, burning up with glee.

I’m this sinking boat, all about to flee.

I’m this over-burden camel, or a donkey maybe.

I’m this empty desert, a void, far as the eye can see.

I’m this broken branch, withering and dying, oh so slowly.

I’m this lost shadow, wandering this barren land furtively.

 

Ivor Steven.

 

 

This Lost Shadow 

I wrote this poem early in the year of 2012, and I was lucky enough to have the work published by Numen Books. “Melpomene”, a collection of poems, both old and new, Edited by Gwendolyn Taunton. Available through “Amazon Books”. A review of the book via this link  https://gwendolyn-taunton.com/reviews-2/melpomene-editions-laurence-teper/

This Lost Shadow

 

I’m writing this song for my body and for my soul.

I’m singing this song, about my return from the cold.

Why am I so tired, is sixty that old.

Why am I so sore, have I been far too bold.

I’m so physically worn, and so mentally torn.

I’m so worried about my every waking dawn.

I’m thinking of this oppressive life, for you and for me.

I’m wondering if this vigilant life’s, too hard for me.

I’m deliberating if this tragic life, shall continue to be.

And feeling this bonded life’s, drifting out to sea.

 

I’m penning these words for everyone to see.

I’m writing this book about a single weeping tree.

Why am I so sleepy, am I aging too quickly.

Why am I so sad, who’s looking after me.

I’m this furnace log, burning up with glee.

I’m this sinking boat, all about to flee.

I’m this over-burden camel, or a donkey maybe.

I’m this empty desert, a void, far as the eye can see.

I’m this broken branch, withering and dying, oh so slowly.

I’m this lost shadow, wandering this barren land furtively.

 

Ivor Steven.

 

 

Lily And A Lizard Of Wizardry

My loving dog Lily, died last week.

And I broken heartedly buried her deep.

Beneath her favourite sunny spot.

In the middle of our warm courtyard plot.

 

Then today, on top of her grave.

Sitting there, staring at me so brave.

Lazily sunbaking, a big Blue-tongued Lizard.

His pointy tail twirling like a wizard.

 

The lizard laid near our orchids, like our Lily.

He squinted as I moved towards him stealthily.

But he shook his sleek head in fright.

And raced fish-swift out of sight.

 

Whimsically I wonder, is he !

A reincarnation of our little Lily.

Not that I really believe.

And what would you believe.

Could Lily be a Lizard of Wizardry.

Or her living spirit, now named Lizzy.

 

A sincere thank you to, t. l. cummings, TLC’c Virtual Express, for giving me permission to use her exquisite words and line “And raced fish-swift out of sight”.

Ivor Steven.

Lily And A Lizard Of Wizardry

My loving dog Lily, died last week.

And I broken heartedly buried her deep.

Beneath her favourite sunny spot.

In the middle of our warm courtyard plot.

 

Then today, on top of her grave.

Sitting there, staring at me so brave.

Lazily sunbaking, a big Blue-tongued Lizard.

His pointy tail twirling like a wizard.

 

The lizard laid near our orchids, like our Lily.

He squinted as I moved towards him stealthily.

But he shook his sleek head in fright.

And raced fish-swift out of sight.

 

Whimsically I wonder, is he !

A reincarnation of our little Lily.

Not that I really believe.

And what would you believe.

Could Lily be a Lizard of Wizardry.

Or her living spirit, now named Lizzy.

 

A sincere thank you to, t. l. cummings, TLC’c Virtual Express, for giving me permission to use her exquisite words and line “And raced fish-swift out of sight”.

Ivor Steven.

Poetry Contest

A poetry contest, for those fellow readers who maybe interested.

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Are you a poet? Do you enjoy writing poems until your heart is sore or until it soars?

Well, I happen to LOVE reading poetry so I would like to hold a poetry contest! Read the rules and prizes below!

Rules:

  • To be eligible for this competition you must be subscribed to my page (i.e. following and receiving emails.) Not subscribed yet? No worries! Go to my home screen and click FOLLOW (I’ll receive a notification when you do :D)
  • Leave your poem or a link to your chosen poem in the comments below.
  • I will be using a point system to chose the winner:
    • You will receive 5 points automatically for subscribing (everyone must subscribe to be eligible)
    • You will receive another 2 points for sharing the contest on your your own blog and linking back
    • Your poem will be rated on a 1-10 scale based on creativity…

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An Answer Follows

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Good morning dear Readers, this is an experiment of mine, not sure if the above link will open for all of you, or worse still any of you. A dear friend of mine Terry Fielding, has written a song to the words of a section of my recent poem “An Answer Follows”…  I so hope this works and you’re able to enjoy the tune. Also, please feel free to look up my friend on Youtube, under, Terry Fielding, “The Whale”.

Harvey Dan

He was an old school man.

Strong and tough

Big and rough

Kind and gentle

He was as soft as Teddy Bear

Hard and loyal

Friendly and fair

Generous and loving

He was a working class man..

Carole’s Dad’s funeral today, and it was truly a fitting tribute to a community minded man

 

 

Follow By Two

One Day Follows

The abyss is bigger, not less.

On these days of darkness.

The owls are singing sad tunes.

On these days of bad moons.

The brain is harpooned again

On these days of constant pain.

The sunshine has gone, I confess.

On these days of over stress.

The mind has little attitude.

On these days of sleepy solitude.

An Answer Follows

You’ve all walked into my heart.

And you’ve ran into my past.

You’ve all flooded into my soul.

And you’ve soared into my dreams.

I crave for that….. one day soon.

Tomorrow, or another day too.

That all your hearts.

Will be bathing themselves,

In the soothing oils

Of your glorious souls.

 

I’d like to thank my dear friends Mel and Jane, for being the inspiration behind the words of  “An Answer Follows”.

Ivor Steven.