Tit Bits #4

There’s a darkness within us all

waiting for a hidden call

 

It’s always the same

a shame

the blame game

that douse’s our flame

 

I’m a mere man

her glass jar

folds in my hand

released, her radiant star

 

On her wildest course

Mother earth is a true force

she’ll always be stronger

forgive her warranted anger

 

Like her lava flowing into the sea

her stormy green eyes melt me

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

The Secret Key

Do I stay, end up in a geriatric room

or do I fly away to the moon

Live in a cottage by the sea

surrounded by mountains and palm trees

I’ve hundreds of dreams to do

I could take a lady friend too

Marry and honeymoon at Niagara Falls

travel to China and walk the wall

See the sights at our National Park, Kakadu

take a spiritual tour of Kathmandu

Cruise the beautiful European rivers

or just globe-trot anywhere I please

What does the future hold for me

I’d like to be healthy and carefree

Writing poetry like the muse Melpomene

reciting to the world, about her secret key

 

Featured Image:  Bing images, COGnitivecreations_guardianangel.jpg

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

The Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 15, Tuesday 17th Apr 2018. Posted by calensariel in Blogging, Challenges, Prompts & Exercises, Reflections, Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018, Self-actualization, Uncategorized

If you could foresee one accomplishment in your future, what would you like it to be?

Her Secret Key.

 

Do I stay, end up in a geriatric room

or do I fly away to the moon

Live in a cottage by the sea

surrounded by mountains and palm trees

I’ve hundreds of dreams to do

I could take a lady friend too

Marry and honeymoon at Niagara Falls

travel to China and walk the wall

See the sights at our National Park, Kakadu

take a spiritual tour of Kathmandu

Cruise the beautiful European rivers

or just globe-trot anywhere I please

What does the future hold for me

I’d like to keep healthy and carefree

Writing poetry like the muse Melpomene

reciting to the world, about her secret key

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

How Could You Not Love, An Everlasting Smile

 

 

Happy Birthday To My Smiling  Celestial Star

Bottom right photo, just 2 weeks before Carole passed, still smiling for everyone, despite her failing health and pain, extraordinarily inspirational lady, for all those who were fortunate enough to know her.

Everlasting Smile

 

My eyes, narrowly cracked.

My cheeks, slightly etched.

I rest here, retracing every mile.

Remembering, your everlasting smile.

My lips, already dry.

My tongue, trying to say goodbye.

I wonder, was it all worthwhile.

Remembering, your loneliest smile.

My throat, lumpy and sore.

My chest, heavy as never before.

I look back, recalling your life-style.

Remembering, your younger smile.

My lungs, empty and tight.

My legs, weak and light.

I relive, your personal exile.

Remembering, your generous smile.

My head, spinning from fright.

My heart, deep and out of sight.

I sleep alone, crying like a child.

Remembering, your everlasting smile.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Under The Snow

A special poem I wrote, after I’d taken my Lady to hospital for the last time, on the day of her last birthday. Happy Birthday Carole, and I wonder if you still wonder that I wonder.

Under The Snow.

 

We emanate to a birthday.

We deflate to a final day.

Birthdays, they all come, they all go.

Birthdays, in the sunshine, under the snow.

Birthdays, slow to mature, quickly an aeon.

Birthdays, before we are born, after we are gone.

Birthdays, hanging on by a breath.

Birthdays, nailed to a cross ’til death.

What’s it all mean to be alive and cry.

What’s it all mean to live and to die.

 

Ivor Steven. (c)  2018