Knock Me Down With A feather

Hello dear readers, I would like to send a big thank you to, a dear penfriend of mine, and fellow poet, for her help and collaboration with the writing of this poem, especially the last stanza, which was a jumbled mess at one stage.

Knock Me Down With A Feather

 

The winds may be strong

In the direction of my swan song

Blowing fresh upon my face

I feel a roar from grace

 

Crooked feathers do fly

Old feathers become dry

Angel’s wings soaring on the wind

Angel’s wings failing, are left behind

 

After the breakages

There’s a wreckage

 

And I must restart the race again

For aching bones, it’s a strain

Too many pieces down the drain

Every-time I showered, in the warm rain

 

I see my world, in scrambled grades

From loving rainbows, to gliding downhill on roller blades

Where true words were found, deep in the ever-glades

And I’m not afraid, to call my dirty pitchfork a silver spade

 

Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019

Tanka: Moon Tree

The midweek Word Prompt over on Weekly Prompts, is Halloween!   . Today I’m posting my first try at writing a, Tanka, Please click >> Here, to visit “Weekly Prompts” fabulous site…

Tanka: Moon Tree

 

No! Don’t go up there

The old tree house is haunted

Full moon night, glares

Children’s Halloween costumes

Knock! Knock! Scary pranks, for treats

 

Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019

Potpourri

I have a visiting bluebird

Standing in my potpourri bowl

Bathing in aromatic leaves

Singing a reverie

About her dying tree

And I join in, with her plea

“Trees are the air we breath

Feeding us food and seed

Nourishing land and sea

Please let us grow and breed”

 

In the morning mist

Beside the potpourri dish

There, the bluebird is lying

I see her sad eyes are crying

I hear her choking, but still singing

” My fragile wings are not flying

Give me pure air to breath

Give me clean seed, in my feed

Before it’s time, to begin walking

Find thawing waters, and try swimming”

 

Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019

A Voice, A First Date

Hello dear readers, I found another folder of my older poems today. I had called the poem booklet, “Honour And Wisdom”.  And here’s another one of these personal love poems, that I’ve been posting recently,… ., from a time, when I had new lady in my life. I thought maybe it’s about time I presented these pieces from my archives. The relationship finished four years ago, so I thought that enough time has lapsed, for me to now show you, another side/story of my life….……I am also presenting this article, on “Go Dog Go Cafe’s” fabulous initiative, Promote Yourself Monday’s….. To visit their wonderful site, please Click >>HERE

A Voice, A First Date

 

The moons glowing, silvery stark

My dream’s a shadow in the dark

She’s a cloud of mystique

I’ve only heard words, on my wrist

 

The sun’s rising, I’m forlorn

My heart’s been pounding ’til dawn

She’s a pillow, a quiet wish

Only a voice, from an abyss

 

A new lady, a stranger

The meeting, it’s all arranged

Butterflies flutter, our first date

I shall not be late

 

An anxious rendezvous

Soon an open book to view

Writing these lines, as I wait

Serendipity, destines our fate

 

Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019

Singing Together

Hello dear readers, I am still browsing through some of my older poems, that I have  stashed away, and not been published by me/nor posted here on WordPress. And here’s another one of these personal love poems, from a time, when I had new lady in my life. I thought maybe it’s about time I presented these pieces from my archives. The relationship finished four years ago, so I thought that enough time has lapsed, for me to now show you, another side/story of my life……

Singing Together

 

Recalling the coincidence

The fate

Of meeting someone new

She’s a bright light

Fresh as the morning dew

Retelling a story

An eternal saga

Of Life’s ups and downs

She’e invigorated my lost senses

And softened my sad frowns

She’s rekindled my gentle soul

And released my deep inner fears

 

Together we smile, talking non-stop

Together we kiss, enjoying every drop

Together we touch, absorbing the aura

Together we embrace, singing every mantra

 

Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019

My Book Covers

 This weekend the Photo Challenge, on Weekly Prompts is, Cover. Today I’m experimenting and trying something completely different for me. I will be attempting to produce a “Video Book Cover”…… For my readers that might not know, the third anniversary of Leonard Cohen’s passing, is on the 7th of November, and appropriately, I’m posting this article as a tribute to Leonard Cohen…. The Book Cover photos, are of the Leonard Cohen books I have in my collection here in my writers haven…..The video is short piece that I’ve created, that goes for 28 seconds, and to play the video click on the arrow in the bottom left of the frame. .. . …however despite the small duration, I am ecstatic with the final outcome of my Book –Cover

 

 

Below, I’m attaching a very recent music/video of Leonard Cohen’s brilliant poem, “Happens to The Heart”, his lyrics are superb and the visual effect of the video is definitely stunning……

 

Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019

 

A Different Beat

Hello dear readers, again I’ve been browsing through some of my older poems, that have stashed away, and not been published by me/nor posted here on WordPress. And here’s another one of these personal love poems, from a time, when I had new lady in my life. I thought maybe it’s about time I presented these pieces from my archives. The relationship finished four years ago, so I thought that enough time has lapsed, for me to now show you, another side/story of my life……

A Different Beat

 

They say, “love makes the world go around”

I think my, “loving world” has just been re-found

My life is madly spinning like a colourful top

Whirling at a humming speed, unable to stop

 

My once lonely heart, is pounding a different beat

Throbbing from inside my chest, to the soles of my feet

This surprising emotion of sharing all my deepest love

Could have been ordained by my angel, there high above

 

Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019

Love Again

Hello dear readers, I’ve been browsing through some of my older poems, that have not been published/nor posted here on WordPress. And there’s a number of these personal love poems, from a time, when I had new lady in my life. I thought maybe it’s about time I presented these pieces from my archives. The relationship finished four years ago, so I thought that enough time has lapsed, for me to now show you, another side/story of my life……

Love Again

 

You gave me your mountain of love

You showed me the valley of passion

You gave me your river of happiness

You showed me your ocean of kindness

 

Who am I to deny you

Now, I cannot resist you

Now, my life is you

Now, I feel lost without you

 

You gave me your sunshine for living

You showed me the moonbeams warmth

You gave me your world of devotion

You showed me love in slow motion

 

After the hard rains

Now, is my time again

Now, I’m awake again

Now, I’ve found love again

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2013

 

 

 

Do You See What I See

Below: What I saw outside my bedroom window this morning

Below: Balyang Sanctuary, where I had lunch today

Below: On the way home tonight, I saw the sunset

The photos are blurry, but I was on the way home

See What There Is To See

 

Do you feel what I feel

Do you see what I see

Every day is real

Every dawn is a sea

I hear the rhythm beat

I hear birds singing

Every day is a treat

Every year, I’m winning

You won’t know this song

Read the lyrics

Cuddle a friend, and sing along

Dream, right or wrong, like the Eurythmics

Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019

Blue Plastic Tripe

The midweek word prompt on the site Weekly Prompts is Character. And yes I think “It’s Time”, us human’s showed some >> Character….…

Blue Plastic Tripe

 

The sun’s filtered warmth

Opens my notebook

And a red wine

Enhances the imagination nook

This Cafe’s quietly humming

Enticing my visions into reality

As my heart beats out a rhyme

Listening to melodic rhythms

And I sing to myself, a worldly question

Have we the character, to repair our transgressions

 

A forest symphony’s chiming, ‘All my leaves are brown’

Touching a sensitive soul, one more time

Forcing my dancing feet, down to the sea line

Where I hear mother earth, singing the blues

And sad mermaids, are playing harps in tune

To the ancient whales, deep moaning sounds

” The ocean now covers me, in plastic tripe”

Are we hearing the lullaby, of his final night

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019