Every Ordinary Day

My poem here today was inspired by Colleen’s thoughtful post “Every Ordinary Day”, please click onto this link to read her article >> https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2020/12/01/every-day-ordinary/

Every Ordinary Day

If you look up

There is air and sky

If you look backward

There goes the sunset

If you look forward

Here comes sunrise

If you look sideways

There shines the fullness of day

Look and you will feel

Nature sharing her love

Look and you will hear

Her crescendo of life’s adrenaline




Ivor Steven (c) December 2020

My Addiction

Fact or fiction

Whatever the diction

Words without friction

That is my addiction



Emotions from the heart

My love potion of remarks

From sweaty nightmares of blue sharks

To walking on dreams in Central Park



Words surviving my writing cramps

Evolving beyond sirens and flashing blue lamps

From bygone dreams of empty homes

To climbing a mountain of slippery stones



Ivor Steven (c) December 2020.

The Quill and Self-will


Tired eyes slowly open

The room is blurrily sloping

My lips are numb and dry

And I cannot see the sky



Three weeks I’ve been here

While my body is in recovery

Nurses say I’ll soon be out of this wheelchair

And I’ll be home with community health care



How will I cope I despair

My arm is idle and I cannot weight bear

And my speech is impaired

With a memory drifting in mid-air

I am unable to read or write

And daytime may as well be midnight



Three months have passed by

I am doing a morning crossword and my smile begins to cry

But there is a knowing sparkle in my eye

Upon my notepad I’ve scrawled lines of rhyme awry



Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Promote Yourself Monday, November 30, 2020

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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

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Words Of Mine, Epilogue(Revised Post)

As many of my readers would know, over the pass few weeks, I’ve been proof-reading and editing my manuscript, and with the help of a Geelong Writers friend (Claudia), her assistance has been magnificently diligent, and yesterday we finally completed our task…. and my poem here “Words of Mine” is to be the Epilogue for my book..

Epilogue

Here’s a link to a song that was written for me from ‘My Words’, by my musician friend, Terry Fielding… I hope the link works for you (let me know please)



And again, the Soundcloud song below my poem, was written for me by a musician friend from France, Haille Anderson.

Words of Mine

I’ve given you my humble words

I’ve given you my hidden soul

Words trickling through cool mountain streams

Words dripping off the frozen ashen trees

Words gliding across the icy lakes

Words of love, drowning in the memory rains

I’ve given you my inner self

I’ve given you my outer grief

Words tumbling over the embedded rocks

Words twisting along the winding rivers

Words cascading down the forest waterways

Words sifting through my barren hands

I’ve given you my lonely heart

I’ve given you my secret loves

Words of life living under the vast oceans

Words of time travelling to the stars beyond

Words flowing through happiness and sorrow

Words of mine, destiny’s dreams of tomorrow



Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Throwback Friday, Myfanwy and Glenys, by Ivor Steven

An old poem that I posted on “Go Dog Go Cafe’s”, Throwback Friday segment.. a bit of fact, a bit of fiction, a bit of fun.

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Today’s poem I wrote in September 2018, and the story is mixture of fact and fiction. The tree in the photo below, is of the ancient “Pontfadog Oat Tree” in Wales, said to be 1,200 years old,… unfortunately the old tree was blown down by a storm in 2013……

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 countryside…

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The Hummingbird Knows

This week the Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is, Snippet. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE. And below is my little snippet of a poem, in response to the ‘Weekly Prompt’


The Hummingbird Knows

I’m searching for a safe nest

a place for my weary wings to rest

a hostel for the hovering bewildered

above the rainbows where eagles soar

beyond the clouds silver linings

away from the world’s selfish cravings

a symphonic haven for my soul to call home

where the hummingbird knows the words for my poem



Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Giving Thanks


Love lives on and on

In the tune of every birdsong

And friendships warm the soul

Like the sun warms our body



Love lives on and on

Memories and rhymes remain strong

Love is within our heart

Love is there to be shared

Like the blood in our veins

Love is made for transfusions



Love has been there all along

Love advances right over wrong

Love lives within our sins

Love lives within everything




Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Life’s Baggage


Baggage on a rough ocean, rattles

And snaps like a snake dressed in black

However the angry waves will bite back

And drown the leftover sacred battles



Baggage is only a temporary state

Between carrying life’s extra weight

And waiting for life’s next update



Baggage, imagine the stories

Imagine the hidden dreams

Imagine love bursting at the seams


Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Grumpy Bears in Chains


The crashing noise started after midnight

When the growling thunder gave darkness a fright

I was shaken by the storms furious hard rain

Sounding like grumpy bears in chains

Thumping my iron roof with their heavy paws

And lashing at the awnings with their steely claws

Then the giant drops turned into falling ice-blocks

And I rushed back inside to shelter behind the dog box




Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020