A cold winters morn
Another new dawn
I’m refreshed, I’m alive
I roll myself over
Onto my tummy
Elbows on my pillow
The curtains are open
Gazing out the window
Through the leaves and red flowers
Of my Jazzi Bougainvillea
My courtyard’s looking homely
A havens scenery
My forest fernery
Full of natures greenery
I’m feeling cosy and dreamy
Comfy in my writers aviary
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Really “Politics Isn’t My Thing”., but please read this wonderfully intriguing poem by Cosmic Poetry, she writes with a lot of feeling.
Weekly Prompts – Your second chance to be creative. A Photo Challenge, this weeks prompt is Random. RANDOM.
Their Plane’s bogged, in a paddock on the Indonesian island of Sumatra 1919
Keith Smith and Ross Smith, on their heroic flight from London to Darwin, in the Vickers Vimy aircraft. Winning the England to Australia air-race 1919, taking 28 days !!
The photos were taken by grandfather, Leopold Meyer.
Do you every have that vacant feeling
Silently in a void, wandering
Darkness has fallen
Clouds shroud the moon
Misty rain cools the night-air
Wondering what happened to your day-time
Hours of down-time
What have you done
Memories of your day have gone
Nothing in your hand
Blankness in your mind
Decoding untold stories
Writing on pure white pages
Words of invisible ink
Ink that runs away
Eloping with your pen
To find a better day
Leaving you empty again
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Nonsense and logic
What’s the difference in our world today
…….
I love nonsense
It’s my best sense
My creative sense
It’s my good mood sense
Free of common sense
…….
The ocean breeze caresses my senses
Like poetry pages fluttering across the seas
…….
My time flies, past my eyes
It’s time, time stopped flying
At the speed of light
Out of my blurry sight
…….
Oh, you do hide
Haunting, I’m scared
Like a pumpkin head
Under whispering sheets
Let me go to seed
Leave me be
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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The poem here is a rewrite of a very old poem of mine, I’d like to thank Calen of,
What Can I Do
What am I expected to do
When is so much, too much to do
Why am I so scared, what can I do
What is the future, for me and for you
How will I say, I’m too tired for you
When is the day, to tell you
Will I hurt too much, to be without you
How will I know, when the time’s due
Why is it so, what can I do
Where is the place, I’m putting you
Why am I frightened, no, no, not easy to do
When I finally have to, and don’t want to
Who am I, to have this over you
What is the answer, for me and for you
Now or never, could that be true
How by myself, I’ll never be able to
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Thank you Laura Denise of , https://ardorsgarden.wordpress.com for creating and selecting me to play in 3.2.1. Quote Me! I’ve thoroughly enjoyed our in-depth conversation about the changing attitudes toward poetry and literature.
Literature is now the topic for this fun extension! Grab a quote about literature off Google or share your own wisdom. Create your own post or comment and tag.
My two aphorisms I’m contributing to the theme are…
Not all literature is perfect, none of us are perfect – Ivor Steven
Stories emanate from the heart. Literature lives in every heartbeat – Ivor Steven
Here are the game guidelines:
1. Thank the Selector
2. Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.
3. Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’
Play with us,
Claudia, at Humoring The Goddess
Marta, at Moments
Sara, at SarainLaLaLand
Other readers, feel free to play, too!
Cheers. Ivor.
Gone, a day, weeks, years
Gone, sailing by, lonely nights
Gone, sailing by, the good times
Gone, the years of a life-time
What’s the difference between desire and passion
What’s the chance of finding one in billion
There’s millions in the oceans of the world
There’s thousands of beats to every new heart
What’s the difference between love and pain
What’s the chance of falling in love again
There’s millions of stars in the Milky-Way
There’s hundreds of dreams about love yesterday
What’s the difference between the sea and the sky
What’s the chance of sharing the horizon in July
There’s no answers to your questions
There’s months’ of wonders in the four seasons
Whats the difference the calm and the storm
What’s the chance of being forever warm
There’s dozens of lies before the truth
There were two lives’ under your roof
Gone, a day, weeks, years
Gone, sailing by, your soft nights
Gone, sailing by, the good times
Gone, the years of your lifetime
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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