Inside my creative head
Blooms my minds flowerbed
Nurturing stories not to be misread
I see a pot of sapphire dust and water
The old wizard’s wondrous recipe
And drop by drop the magic potion
Rises beyond a soothing lotion
Above the cloudy clouds cotton wool
My empty sails are only half full
And my mystical galleon ship is drifting
Upon a pool of uncharted writings
Becalmed, I’m listening to a romantic viola
And waiting for a guiding tow from her golden gondola
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020.
This mystical faerie poem was inspired by, Derrick Knights intriguing “Hedgerow Fairies” article from his site on May 21st …https://derrickjknight.com/2020/05/21/hedgerow-fairies/ …. and a big thank you to Derrick for granting me permission to use his lovely “Fairy” photos here…..
The Faeries Of Fry’s Lane
Walking down Fry’s Lane
Sheltering from the misty rain
I did spy among the hedgerow berries
A frollick of mystical faeries
Like iridescent glowing canaries
A fluttering of night-time luminaries
Trying not to disturb their magical home
I quietly asked them, “Are you all alone”
The faeries laughed and danced
They replied, “Your vision is by perchance
and your dreams may turn to stone
if you wish for a golden throne”
Suddenly the glittering sands of time
Illuminating the faeries wings of rhyme
Begun jumping off the falling star
And the faeries quickly flew back to their green Avatar
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
This afternoon I went for a walk to the Moorabool Valley Cafe, however the cafe was operating under strict lock-down conditions. At the cafe door, I could order a take-away coffee, where I also ordered a delicious slice of cheesecake. Luckily I had my backpack on, and the package sat easily in my backpack, and I carried the coffee, I was not allowed to stay at the cafe, nor even in outdoor patio area. Anyhow off I trek on way back to home. On the way home I knew of a park bench where I could have a rest and eat my cake, and I also took the above photos on the way back….. and everything combined to inspire me to think of a poem, while sitting at the park bench, “eating my cheesecake, and writing these words”……. .
Hold Your Horses
I’m riding my white pony from the air-force
She’s a Pegasus, and the perfect horse for this course
But are we on the right track?
Am I actually heading back?
Winging our way across the continent
My loyal stead is divinely competent
And I trust her heavenly sense of direction
Flying us towards my celestial connection
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
Alex
My trusty guardian
Shamefully
I’ve taken him for granted
That happy old chap
Who faithfully
Protects me
A loyal family friend
He’s always been around
Like an inherited heirloom
His age remains a mystery
He’s stoic and quietly stern
And I dare not ask him
The eternal keeper
Of our ancestral tree
Holder of heavens keys
Guarding life’s comings a goings
Waiting there, under shady leaves
Forever our courtyard centurion
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
This midweek’s word/photo challenge from the Weekly Prompts site is: ZOMBIE REALITY. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>Here
Worms, Ants and Zombies
I’m under a dome, inside a barn
A giant steel worm farm
Crawling with thousands of ants
Wearing drab skirts and pants
Some are dazed, dumbfounded like me
Others stride out bold and carefree
Seeking their worm’s tunnel
Walking down an endless funnel
Where the guzzling worms stop and go
Slurping ants up, riding to and fro
Oh no, which steel worm to catch
Before the grinding worm halts, to hatch
Unfazed, into a mysterious iron-belly I jump
The giant worm rattles at every bump
Rolling through underground passages
And all the ants are reading messages
Heads down, looking at antenna screens
With their vacant Zombie eyes of red beams
I quietly ask one, “where do I get off this worm”
It snapped, “You’re asked the wrong germ! “
Suddenly I’ve a gurgling feeling of fear
And I must escape, before It bites off my ears
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
Today’s Weekly Photo Prompt is : Crystal.. Please go and visit the fabulous Weekly Prompt site, Click >> Here.
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
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
Dragons And Faeries
My dragon flew me to New York
His scaly tail was singed
By the stoic statue’s torch
As we were landing, upon Central Park
And in the city’s mystical forest I stood
Amongst strawberry fields and woods
Atop the plaque of my dreams
I imagined, how life should’ve been
My naked soul, a vision unseen
I have a dream, like John’s world
Togetherness, love pristine
The apple uneaten
And the snake shyly beaten
I see peace, within evil’s tiredness
Burnt-out flames, of the devil’s nakedness
Leaving us life’s leftover ashes
Then the peace dove shall arise from the ruins
And the lost faeries, will return as humans
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
On a starry Autumn night
Laying under the cosmic sky
I see a universe beyond
The galaxy’s, milky way
With unnumbered orbiting planets
Astronomer’s, clearly hearing their sound
Radars that echo, there’s no shadow of doubt
Out there somewhere
In the vastness of space
Another similar earth, co-exists
Do those purple aliens
Wait and wonder
Look to the cosmos and ponder
When will humanity arrive
Invading their picturesque, violet atmosphere
Ravaging innocent foreign lives
Bowing to the human war cry
Assimilate or die
“Melancholy Man” The Moody Blues
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Good news today !! My scans and tests results from yesterday, came back negative. My Doctor said I could go home, and I’m allowed to start driving again, and I’ve “officially” been given the all-clear to fly to America, New York, and Philadelphia…. The best news I’ve received for 5 months.. Yeah.. and I’m a happy and relieved Ivor. Hopefully, for my next few months, there’s clear a sky and smooth flying.
Time To Think
I’m thinking of time and space
Or am I thinking of time in space
Time
a second
an hour
a light-year
Space
could be infinite
Or a void
inside your head
The head controls your body
To walk
in your space
Your space
where you belong
You belong
a part of the human race
Right or wrong
We live our life
on this place
From the moment we are born
Until the clock chimes
your time to die
Leaving a void of empty space
And we drop out of the race
Becoming a soul of eternal grace
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
