On The Wings Of A Dove

On The Wins Of A Dove 

 

How do I write to you

With these tears blurring my sight

Five months since my heart left your home

Your hot summer has been and gone

Oh, to be beside you

To hold your warm hand

 

You may hear my chest beating

Echoing, from over there

The rumbling is not a broken ache

More that of a loving heavy throb

A longing, pumping thump

Oh, to be beside you again

 

To see your adoring smile

I miss our knowing talks

Me, reciting to you

With that sparkle in your eyes

Oh. to be beside you still

So, I send you this letter

On the wings of a dove

I miss our united love

 

Ivor Steven (c) October 2019

Evaluating Her Moon

This week’s Word Prompt is: EVALUATE. Please click >>HERE, to visit the Weekly Prompt’s fabulous site…

Evaluating Her Moon

I’m evaluating her moon, that flooded my heart, when I tried to find her heaven

Calmly relaxing here now, below a morning moon, in my verandah writing haven

Finally feeling warm and comfortable, and spring is in the air

My outdoor speakers are resonating my musical flair

Listening to Norwegian singer, Sivert Hoyem

His voice, delivers a deep melodic rhythm

The former lead man of Madrugada

And I’m writing a Haiku, to ease my hysteria

Spring In Australia

Chilly morning moon

Wakening to clear blue sky

A warm day beckons

Hope After Babylon

Hello dear readers and followers, maybe some of you may recall/recognise a few of the lines in my poem “Hope After Babylon”… yes, they are all lines I’ve written in comments/responses to your glorious poems/articles, that I’ve read of yours over the last month. I hope you all enjoy the way, my final compilation/poem has turned out… Thank you to all, who follow my writings….. Lots of love from Ivor… xx

Hope After Babylon

 

Distant love is a hidden pain

Caught in the shadows of moonlit rain

I walked away yesterday

And I sing in harmony today

 

Beyond the blue horizon line

Loyally, in due time

I shall touch the unreachable

And find my star’s cable

 

We the desolate, keep hanging on

There has always been hope after Babylon

Then we have to let go, to stop the bleed

Allow a next dancer, to take the lead

 

The honesty in true love is hard to find

The  truth of love, is like a gold-mine

I’ve stayed in silence for many years

Eventually my silence grew wings, made of tears

And soared above my fears

 

True love under the stars

Remains in my memoirs

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  August 2019

Dear Friend, I Mean These Words

Hello dear readers, I’ve been browsing through some old poems of mine….. and I came across this poem/letter, that I had written for a very dear friend …. the piece has remained filed away for over seven years….. and for the sake of my angel, I think It’s time that my noble soul shared these words……

Dear Friend, I Mean These Words
From the bottom of my broken heart, I thank you

From the depths of my crying soul, I thank you

Holding her frail hand at night, you were there

Caressing her spirit with your gentle words, you were there

Keeping me company, during her gathering dark, you were there

Hugging me when I cried and cried, you were there

Dear friend, again, and again, I mean these words

Dear friend, over and over, I say these words

From the bottom of my beating heart, I thank you

From depths of my noble soul, I thank you

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  August 2019

I Do Thee Shine

I’m sitting here remembering the good times. my dad was a gentle and loving man, and I’ve been a fortunate son. Maybe this old poem depicts how I’ve been feeling, over the last few days. Sorry dear readers for not being so diligent as usual   ……

 

I Do Thee Shine

 

When I was little and young.

“Your heart will always shine” Said Mum.

When I grew up, a know-all teenager.

Head strong, and an all-night rager.

“Your love of life will shine through” Said Dad.

Later on I married, so happy and glad.

Suddenly, one spring, MS touched her bad.

The shining dulled and time turned sad.

Dad said, “Your heart shone through”.

And Mum said, “Her Star will always shine on you”.

My Star, my Dad and Mum, you are my spine.

For you, I do thee shine.

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Leonard Cohen… Lyrics

“To A Teacher”

[Dedicated to A. M. Klein (1909-1972)]

Hurt once and for all into silence.
A long pain ending without a song to prove it.
Who could stand beside you so close to Eden,
When you glinted in every eye the held-high
razor, shivering every ram and son?
And now the silent loony bin, where
The shadows live in the rafters like
Day-weary bats,
Until the turning mind, a radar signal,
lures them to exaggerate
Mountain-size on the white stone wall
Your tiny limp.
How can I leave you in such a house?
Are there no more saints and wizards
to praise their ways with pupils,
No more evil to stun with the slap
of a wet red tongue?
Did you confuse the Messiah in a mirror
and rest because he had finally come?
Let me cry Help beside you, Teacher.
I have entered under this dark roof
As fearlessly as an honoured son
Enters his father’s house.

Black Snow Thaws In The Winter Sun

 

 

I went to my favourite lunch-spot today, the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe. I have not walked that far (the weather has been dismal), since I’ve been home from my trip to Philadelphia. Surprisingly I handled the long walk reasonably well. Then I sat down for a coffee and a piece of tasty blue-berry cheese cake. The winter sun was gorgeous, out on the outdoor balcony, and I happily “observed” a pair  of Weebill birds, as I continued to write this poem(Below). Also attached, a few photos from my pleasant afternoon observations……

The Weekly Word Prompt is: >>  Observation  << click to view their site.

 

 

Black Snow Thaws In The Winter Sun

 

I’ve no more secret words of sorrow

Only old lines I’ve borrowed

I found them in a poet’s dusty booklet

The pages were tattered, like grandma’s cookbook

Torn recipes, out of last century’s Gideon’s bible

Of a tongue, ancient and tribal

Shadowy scriptures that now appear outdated

Erased from my sacred tablet

Years of love and dreams desecrated

Thrown away, but prudently not wasted

My road ahead is now cleared of black snow

The night is not always black, you know ?

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2019

Brave Heart

I always remember

The last time I saw the sun

I always remember

The last time I saw you

 

Yesterday I remembered

The colours of your sky

Yesterday I remembered

The colour of your eyes

 

Today I remembered

The happiness in your smile

Today I remembered

The happiness of our every mile

 

Tomorrow I’ll remember

The final beat of your brave heart

Tomorrow I’ll remember

The unread pages of our lost charts

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2019