A Nomad

I’m writing a letter to yesterday’s nomad

The drifter of my dreams, alone and sad

My nomads world is growing wider

Broken trees floating on a flooding river

 

These empty words, today seem drier

The cascading waters, now a wet season’s Indian giver

I’ve hard raindrops falling, end over end

Filling tomorrow’s fresh water pond, the nomads friend

 

This final message, I falsely send

We shake hands, smile, our eyes pretend

My heart sinks, my nomad boards the next boat

Noah’s ark departs, I walk home, alone, in my raincoat

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

Life’s Blooms

I’m doing this Haiku in response to the Weekly Prompt Photo Challenge, “Bloom”, Please click >> Here  .. and go visit their fabulous site………….  and if you happen to enjoy Xavier Rudd’s music, then I’m sure you’ll enjoy his 10 minute piece below/attached…..

 

Haiku: Life’s Blooms

 

Summer in full bloom

Beds of petals for our hearts

Life’s fragrant adieu

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

Midnight Creek

Midnight Creek

 

The old plumber is back on the street

My bodies aching and I’m beat

Bloodied fingers and sore feet

Thoughts are drifting up midnight’s creek

 

I’ve crudely been reminded, how hard this job is to do

Cracked hands were turning black and blue

Bending and twisting, I willed myself through

Working the dusty tools, I was thinking of you

 

Pondering, I know I’ve given it my best

Here on my quiet riverbed, I rest

My joints will recover, in time for my next test

Tentatively, I’m flying out of this restoration nest

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

Love, Nature, Life.

A Collection of My Comments/Quotes, I’ve said to my readers about their poems/articles, over the previous weeks. Maybe some readers may recognise my little comments, that I’ve made on their sites.  I hope you enjoy my following collection of anecdotes, quotes and comments

Love :

 

True love under the stars

Remain as our memoirs

 

Love is kind, love is mine 

I love my world, in every line

 

Funny how the feet, forget how to move, 

in that quickened heartbeat moment

 

I walked away yesterday 

I sing in harmony today 

 

The honesty in love is hard to find 
The truth of love is like a gold mine…. 

 

Love lives on your lips 

Words only fall from your mouth

 

 

Nature :

 

 

 

Free on the breeze 

My spirit soars with ease 

 

Natures little kites 

Soaring over scenic sights 

Of dynamic flights 

 

Rain drops fall, end over end 

Enriching my earth, stem by stem 

 

A rainbow shines 

On natures skyline 

 

Trees and leaves 

Their life, we breathe

 

The simple and pure ways of nature 

If only earthlings could be that mature 

 

is there ever a false spring 

do we actually know anything 

are we only unfixed blossom rings

 

 

Life :  

 

Hope means everything 

A treadmill that drives our dreams 

 

A mirrored reflection can see the light 

The night is not always dark, you know……. 

 

The pen is a powerful tool,

even writing on a tiny piece of cigarette paper,

the words can still burn the town down 

 

I think we are neither better, nor worse 

We have stagnated 

 

Good friends know our life 

And they know our psyche 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Perfect Gift

Liquid joy is glazing my eyes

I’m reading newly received, birthday cards

They arrived today, from America

Messages of love, from distant families

Hand written words, etching visions into my soul

A envelope full of really real, colourful stars

And children’s love letters

For the kindhearted dragon and his faeries

Including my cousins, touching heartfelt poem

Followed by my gift, a writers notebook, for those special dreams

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

There Is Something In Air

The music of Abbey Road is playing

Here I sit in Union Street listening

And there is something in the air

Sounds of words with honest flare

The Open Mic, poetry night

Again, at the Valhalla Bar site

The attendance, was a small downer

A cold winter storm, dampened evening goers

But the enthusiastic gathering

Enjoyed the writers readings

A mixture of poems and vocal songs

The entertainment flowed along

And I had time to read four poems

A range of my many emotions

 

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/07/19/my-dragon-the-trilogy-3/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2019/06/28/black-snow-thaws-in-the-winter-sun/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2019/07/20/back-to-her-man/

https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2019/04/16/haiku-our-river/

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

“Dreams Of The Heart”, Published On SpillWords…..

Dear readers, I’m pleased to announce, that my poem “Dreams Of The Heart’, has been published by,  SpillWords Magazine, and a sincere thank you goes to Dagmara . K, and the Editing Department at SpillWords for their kind consideration of my poem. As most of my readers may know, it’s now nine months  since I suffered another stroke, and I’m feeling humbly proud, that I’ve been able to come back to writing again, and be rewarded with having my words published……… A big heartfelt thanks to all of my followers, supporters and friends, here on WordPress…… ((Hugs)) to you all…..

Dreams Of The Heart

written by: Ivor Steven

I cannot walk the continents
Like the intrepid Marco Polo
But my feet have felt the sands of time
Pass between my toes

To read more…… Please Click on this Link >> https://spillwords.com/dreams-of-the-heart/  and view my poem on the “SpillWords” magazine……..

In the Ivor tradition of posts/poems, the good news of course, deserves a song/music…. and who else would I choose, other than Leonard Cohen, and here I’m playing one of his most profound and poetic pieces, “Villanelle For Our Time” ………

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019