Drifting Sand Dunes

Life continues to deal me arduous tests

Unyielding, believing I’ve tried my best

As the sands of time fall through my hands like dust

Leaving drifting dunes of insurmountable crests


There’s deepening exams of my souls treasure chest

Tearing at my broken hearts hidden pieces

Gnawing away at my inner fibre, a devils feast

Leaving my naked bones scarred by the beast


This stormy life of mine, challenges seem endless

Soaking rain and a raging tempest

Twisting my sinews and veins into a vortex

Leaving my inner demons anxiously wondering what’s next


Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Downhill Run

I was dreaming

Plotting and scheming

Following you skiing

Running the slope, gliding

Twists and twirls

Loops and hoops

Downhill and dancing

Our hearts were racing

Spirals and swirls

Joyous smiles

Swishing faster and faster

Swooping last to first

Silver and gold

Winners and grinners

Your curls unfurl

Ruby hair unfolds

Beauty I behold

Frozen bliss

We kiss

Soul to soul


Ivor Steven (c) 2018

Tit Bits #9

I’ve a red-hot poker in my belly

I’m bleeding fiery ember ashes

Choking my blackened reality

Blinded by my burning eyelashes


Please don’t kick me

Pick me up, I’m free

Carry me one more mile

My stone-face will smile


Green blankets everything

Under our earth’s blue sky

From here to your side


May you balance like a petite ballerina

Toe-pointing your way through the tulips

May you taste fragrances of truth and pleasure

Tip-toeing gently upon your goddesses flower


Ivor Steven (c) 2018

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Behind Closed Doors, Poems That Mean Nothing To Me Anymore.

What door have you closed
in your life, and why?
Will you ever open it again?

Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 20, Posted by calensariel in Blogging




Never again I say

Do I give my heart away

That’s the way my life may stay

Words will be left here today

Wasted in their disarray

Abandoned yesterday



Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Tit Bits #8

My morning shines golden sunrays

Your poem debuts my day

My lips do quietly say

Your silent words are here to stay


Words Of reality you rhymed

Recalling life’s ebbs and flows

Like the sands of time

Warm between your toes


Cruising on the winds of time

Messages of love and rhyme

Observing bodies entwined

Upon every moonlit line.


I’ve a terrible dilemma

My memory’s long and vivid

Wishing for many more to come

I suppose I’ll have to march on

Into the future and enjoy the show

Leave behind what’s buried in snow


Green covers everything

Green’s the colour of spring

Green makes my heart sing

Green’s the sparkle on my angels’ wings


Ivor Steven (c)  2018


Myfanwy And Glenys

We haven’t been here for years

At Pontfadog’s Swan Inn drinking beers

The cozy lounge’s open fire invites us to stay

Reminiscing, we talk of bygone days


Remembering our twin Aunties, Myfanwy and Glenys

When they giggled and blushed at our first public kiss

We were sitting upon our Aunties picnic rug

Under the ancient Pontfadog Oak

Overlooking the picturesque river Ceirrog

Gently flowing beneath the Bridge of Madoc

And down the road, the Glyn Valley Tram rolled in

Visitors alighting at the historic Tram Station building

We happily observed their contented smiles

Basking in the beautiful country-side of Pontfadog


We’re comfortably warm here, holding hands

Our aging dog’s laying on your lap, a white bundle of bliss

A gift from our dear Aunties, Myfanwy and Glenys

Proudly we had named her “Pontfadog”


Ivor Steven (c)  2018



Secrets Of Mine

Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 19. Posted by in Blogging  

“What have you done 
that no one knows about?”

When I was ten and brave

I climbed our tree, a giant Peppercorn

Nearly midnight, and I clambered stark naked.

Maybe it was a full-moon


When I was fourteen and timid

I quickly kissed the girl next door

Under a midday sun, bashfully red-faced

Maybe it was spring-time


When I was seventeen, my voice had broken

I met a gorgeous school girl

I’d walk her home, hand in hand, and in love

I shyly asked her to marry me

She was wiser than me, and said no

I was young and naive


When I was twenty-six and carefree

I married the girl of my dreams

We needed shelter and a home

I went to the local bank for a loan

I lied to the manager and declared assets falsely

We moved into our house, and lived happily ever-after


Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Down Along The River Bed

The Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 18. Posted by in Blogging

If you could, what parts of yourself would you throw out?


I arose from the dead

Uncovering pieces of me, I dread

Old body parts I must shred

Blobs of fatty tissue to shed

Sinkers of lead inside my head

Drag me down along the river bed


A stainless steel ankle plate

More than an arthritic ache

Pins and needles spike my heal

Soon I’ll need pump-up wheels


My unrepaired tear ducts

Flowing cascades

Pour over etched eye facets

Like flooded Everglades


Black-metal lays upon my soul

Eclipsing my deepest goals

Darkened shrapnel shards

Deal me unforeseen tarot cards


There’s a hole in my heart

Where a silver coated bullet

Fired from an empty pulpit

Ripped my senses apart


If I throw out the truth

What remains of myself

I might as well be dead

Only words left inside my head


Ivor Steven (c)  2018