Tit Bits #2

The apple I ate today was pure white

did I do wrong, or was I right

to have the adulterated bite

knowing all eyes have imperfect insight

 

It’s a crying shame

that dreams aren’t the same

who’s to blame

for this loveless game

please give us some hope

so we may live to cope

 

The cracks are dark holes

chasms to the soul

leaking emotions of old

needing warmth from the cold

 

We all have our worth

here on mother earth.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

How Many Books Do I Take On The Cruise

I’m sailing on my Pacific cruise on Saturday 31st, off to the New Caledonian Islands, and I’ve not had a holiday for three years, and I’m looking forward to my trip. Hehehe, although I’ve still to dispose of that wicked witch !!

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Ripe Tomatoes And A Garden Spade

Only another week to go

I’ll be on the cruise

I’m not feeling nervous

More that I’m fearful

Scared my plan might go amiss

Before the high seas deliver bliss

 

Taking two suitcases is normal

Other passengers may have three

I won’t look suspicious

I’ve bagged her precisely

Chopped her into small pieces

Stored separately in the freezer

 

The old witch, I caught her trespassing

In my private courtyard

Stealing my precious cherry tomatoes

I whacked her with my garden spade

Across the top of her green head

I didn’t hit her too hard

She lay there bleeding, not dead

How dare she come into my yard

She’s pleading with me, no mercy I said

As I dragged her into the shed.

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Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

How Many Books Do I Take On The Cruise

I’m sailing on my Pacific cruise on Saturday 31st, off to the New Caledonian Islands, and I’ve not had a holiday for three years, and I’m looking forward to my trip. Hehehe, although I’ve still to dispose of that wicked witch !!

pacific-eden-cruise-ship

Ripe Tomatoes And A Garden Spade

Only another week to go

I’ll be on the cruise

I’m not feeling nervous

More that I’m fearful

Scared my plan might go amiss

Before the high seas deliver bliss

 

Taking two suitcases is normal

Other passengers may have three

I won’t look suspicious

I’ve bagged her precisely

Chopped her into small pieces

Stored separately in the freezer

 

The old witch, I caught her trespassing

In my private courtyard

Stealing my precious cherry tomatoes

I whacked her with my garden spade

Across the top of her green head

I didn’t hit her too hard

She lay there bleeding, not dead

How dare she come into my yard

She’s pleading with me, no mercy I said

As I dragged her into the shed.

20180315_161825

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

Ivor Steven: Ripe Tomatoes and a Garden Spade

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Ripe Tomatoes and a Garden Spade

 

Only another week to go

I’ll be on the cruise

I’m not feeling nervous

More that I’m fearful

Scared my plan might go amiss

Before the high seas deliver bliss

 

Taking two suitcases is normal

Other passengers may have three

I won’t look suspicious

I’ve bagged her precisely

Chopped her into small pieces

Stored separately in the freezer

 

The old witch, I caught her trespassing

In my private courtyard

Stealing my precious cherry tomatoes

I whacked her with my garden spade

Across the top of her green head

I didn’t hit her too hard

She lay there bleeding, not dead

How dare she come into my yard

She’s pleading with me, no mercy I said

And I dragged her into the shed

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Beyond The Trapdoor

I’ve been there so often

I’ve lost my fear, gone, forgotten

The darkest abyss

Under a cobblestone crest

Opening into a gloomy manhole

Trapdoor to the soul

 

Below the floor

My elbows do score

Over dried out soil

Beneath sticky cobweb curtains

Fingernails claw my way

Toes pushing against crumbled clay

 

No space, dusty tears

No air, dirt I chew

Shouldering under bearers

Squeezing, I burst through

I’m here, there’s a job to do

I begin searching for you

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Yellow And Green

Yellow

There she silently stays

Baking under daily sun-rays

An old warriors chariot

Vehicle of love and riot

Deliverer of play and gain

Carrier of our angel in the rain

A working yellow submarine

Shipping friends and our queen

Transporting them all

Here and there, having a ball

 

Green

I’m green with envy

Overnight, mother natures been

Healing my poison ivy

A miracle potion unseen

 

Mosaics of Autumn leaves

A queens robe of gold and brown

Warm quilts from the trees

Nurturing globes in the ground

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Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Tit Bits

Oh, how I do over stretch

then like a faithful dog

I return after the chase and fetch

balancing life on a rolling river log

 

I was waiting last year

waiting last month

waiting last week

waiting yesterday

I’m waiting again tonight

I might as well keep waiting

Wait for what I’ve been waiting for

 

To see a crack in the wall

to stop your fall

may you grow tall

as the light calls

 

Anger is danger

anger is not love

danger is heavy

danger is not love

love is respect

love is not crushing

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018