On “Weekly Prompts” the Wednesday Challenge is, AUTUMN MAGIC. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here and the below poem is my response to their ‘prompt’ ..
Mad-hatters, No Matter the Season
The latter of matter
Did not scale the ladder
The origin of matter
Is in our hearts pitter-patter
Matter is neither flatter nor fatter
“What does it matter
If we are all mad-hatters”?
We are but leaves and twigs of the ground
Awaiting nature’s beckoning sounds
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Party, party week
Seven days of giving cheek
Eating and drinking like a hog
Sleeping like a frog on a log
But no leaping and dancing
Just happily dreaming and romancing
Friends to meet and greet
Places to go, coffee and sweets
Bones are sagging like old awnings
And I’m smiling at pink elephants in the mornings
There’s a finale fling tonight
Before a last lullaby under starry lights
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
Two three cats ran,
which is the same as the cats,
two three can check,
where is the brother of one.
pushbutton board,
fruits of the boat,
ask him to eat,
tell her she does not want to.
cempedak fruit outside the fence,
take pole pitch,
I am a newbie,
if you cant show it
I’ve been nominated for a “Sunshine Blogger Award.”, by Vanessa of, ‘say no to clowns’, As my followers might know, I don’t usually participate in awards, I suppose I feel embarrassed/overwhelmed, and feel like it’s a burden to other readers, to pass on/be nominated. Anyhow, for Vanessa, here’s my answers to her intriguing questions….Thank you to, >>saynotoclowns
What is definitely not your favourite colour?
Pink, It definitely doesn’t suit me. My mom wanted her second child to be a girl (Me), I was originally dressed in pink for a while, after mom had spent months knitting pink outfits for the new baby (Me)
Do you like cake? If not, why?
I’ve been known to eat whole sponge cakes, in one sitting, especially with pink icing, like I’m trying to devour the pink icing, off the face of the planet…….
Can you live without a Smart phone?
I don’t have a smart phone, just a little Android phone. I suppose I use my phone a lot, but in my health situation, it’s a necessary item. And I’m always jotting down notes/lines in my phone, that I could later use in a poem…….
Do you like cake? If not, why?
Chocolate cake is my favourite……
What are your thoughts on clowns?
I never liked clowns at the circus, they used to scare me, and never thought they were the least bit funny, and they wore terrible make-up !!
One of us had to switch to decaf. Can you guess which one of us?
It wouldn’t be me. I don’t drink a lot of coffee, but I do like going to a cafe for a good coffee, and enjoy a chat with a friend, and soaking up the atmosphere created within the cafe….
As Vanessa said in her article, “As for my own nominations…actually, I am going to be bold and just tell you., ‘you have been one of the winners of the award’…and that goes for all of you wonderful people who have enriched my blogging life. Thank you so, so much!”. If you feel inclined, maybe you could answer the above questions that Vanessa,put to me……
Cheers
Ivor.
I awoke unexpectedly
Suddenly the mind had kicked in
My cogs were grinding and searching
Seeking that lost memory inside me head
That annoying buzz has been bugging me
Teasing me about that location
That place I couldn’t remember
The name was on the tip of my tongue yesterday*
But recalling that name had eluded me
Three o’clock in the morning
My eyes are wide open
Old cloudy visions, are now clearing
Up there, in bright neon lights
Of course, that’s the missing name
And my brain is not dead
Answer solved, back to sleep for my head
Iver Steven (c) June 2019
My dream-time is imminent
And reality begins to rock my soul
I’m bodily shaking in my shoes
Making my tummy tumble and squirm
Truth has cut me to the bone
Adrenaline’s spurting through my blood
Veins are bursting
Muscles are stiff and bulging
The night is filling with anticipation
Excitement crawls down my skin
Old hairs are all standing on end
Toes are twitching like never before
Best I slow down my eagerness
And subdue my hullabaloo
Otherwise I’ll forget to pack the shampoo
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Hi dear readers, I’m re-posting this poem, as I post it originally at 3.30 am, and some of my readers may have missed the article. What was I doing, being awake at that time of the morning ???
My dream-time is imminent
And reality begins to rock my soul
I’m bodily shaking in my shoes
Making my tummy tumble and squirm
Truth has cut me to the bone
Adrenaline’s spurting through my blood
Veins are bursting
Muscles are stiff and bulging
The night is filling with anticipation
Excitement crawls down my skin
Old hairs are all standing on end
Toes are twitching like never before
Best I slow down my eagerness
And subdue my hullabaloo
Otherwise I’ll forget to pack the shampoo
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
My locked bubble is about to go boom
Too long I’ve been a stranger in my own tomb
Under a concrete lid, hiding my gloom
Where my world was a Hades of doom
Now these walls are my life-giving womb
Being reborn as a smiling used groom
I’m breaking out of my master bedroom
Escaping on the green witch’s old broom
Flying to the distant land in springtime bloom
Where I won’t have to wear my mask and costume
Discarding my orange Kaftan from Khartoum
I’ll invade the big apple’s newsrooms, to broadcast my poetry heirlooms
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Yorkie’s staring at me vacantly
Like I’m a strange tattooed bikie
Sitting on him, me anxiously crying away
Why am I crying, he quietly says
Looking at me with those big silver eyes
Pondering whether he’s hurting me
Is the ride too much pain
Is all the walking a physical drain
No !! None of that I exclaim, crying tears again
I’m crying wondering, if I’ll ever get there
Crying, because I cannot wait to be there
Crying with embarrassment, for the tears I’ll shed when I’m there
Suddenly, Yorkie barks out at me
Oh Ivor, keep pedalling, toughen-up and and you’ll arrive
Yes, me and my companion Yorkie, have become friends.
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
In between meals
I’m nibbling on my nuts
They’re handy
And easy to find
But I’ve nearly eaten
All my unsalted nuts
Shaved, skinned and plain
Roasted dry
Warm and crunchy
They’ll fill that empty hole
A stomach, now full of my nuts
I’m sure my nuts are good for me
Good for my innards
Good to take-up my time
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Weekly Word Prompt : This week’s word prompt is : Perspective.
This is an old poem of mine, The poem “Inside Out”, is more just a rhyme and a play on a few featured words. Over the road from were I once lived, there was a furniture shop, and the advertising hoarding was, “Inside Out, Exotic Furniture”, well I was sitting there waiting for the bus, and in my minds imagination, I changed the the words to “Inside-out, Upside-down, Erotic Furniture”, and hence my little anecdote was laid…. with a totally different perspective..
Inside Out
The view of my love seems upside down.
When I’m at the bottom of her flowing gown.
And my erotic picture appears inside out.
What’s this scenic love all about.
The ways of my love seem upside down.
When she’s on top, covering me ’til I drown.
And I’m underneath, neither in, nor out.
What’s this crazy love all about.
The river of my love seems upside down.
When I’m sitting inside her smiling frown.
And her foreign body hits me in and out.
What’s this exotic love all about.
The world of my love seems upside down.
When I’m laying below her pounding mound.
And her endless thrusts, feel inside out.
What’s this frenzied love all about.
Ivor Steven (c 2018
