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.

KaylaAnn

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

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B15RRyl4mmrlMzFQOGhJLW90Z28

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.

Sorry For You

Sorry, I wasn’t always there for you.

I’m sorry for your life of misery.

I’m so sorry, for writing this unhappy story.

And I couldn’t find your holy grail.

That sacred cup of water to cure the frail.

Sorry I couldn’t help or heal you.

I’m sorry for your life being wrong.

I’m so sorry, for playing this wordless song.

And I couldn’t find your holy grail.

That sacred cup of wine to cure the frail.

 

Sorry I didn’t travel every path for you.

I’m sorry for your life’s that’s lost.

I’m so sorry, for holding this worthless cross.

And I couldn’t find your golden grail.

That sacred cup of blood to cure the frail.

Sorry I couldn’t be stronger for you.

I’m sorry, for your lonely life with me.

I’m very sorry, for walking on an empty sea.

And I couldn’t find your silver grail.

The angel’s vessel of purity, to no avail.

 

An old poem I wrote, when I was feeling guilty about my capabilities as a carer. I’m posting here, and thinking someone in a similar situation may read these words. Please do not feel guilty or inadequate, you’re not failing, and there’s really only so much that is possible. You’re not alone in having these insecure feelings, and please understand, us carer’s all go through these self doubts and confusing thoughts.

 

Ivor Steven.