Below the Surface

This Saturday the Weekend Challenge from ‘Weekly Prompts’ is The Face. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> https://weeklyprompts.com/2020/09/19/weekend-challenge-the-face/ .. And the below is my response to this weeks prompt.




Below the Surface

I’ve had thorns under my feet

And a rose between my teeth



I’m on a voyage to somewhere, and beyond

And the false façade goes on and on

Left follows right, one of us cannot be wrong

The Small Faces are singing the same old song

And the winter snake-skins have all gone

Lets face it, will I ever truly belong?



The mysterious journey never ends

Until that inevitable finale bend

George said it’s “A long and winding road”

And I’ll face life’s hard curves, unbowed




Above Artwork:  By Kerri Costello, Graphic Design Artist, my beautiful niece/second cousin, who lives in Philadelphia, she’s so very talented, and a very special person in my life, thank you Kerri.



Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020.

Half Normal and Half Crazy


Earlier today I was having an on-line video chat with my niece Kerri, in Philadelphia, and during our conversation, we often mentioned, how the world was going “crazy”. So here’s my “crazy” poem, inspired by my “crazy” Philadelphia relatives, Kerri, Joanne and Ken….


Half Normal and Half Crazy

The day’s cold and breezy

Phillip the penguin is going crazy

Excitedly clapping his wings

Waiting for our luncheon fling

He’s jumping and shouting

“We are going on an outing !!”



Despite our masks and the pouring rain

Time has come to leave our quarantine

And savour a fluffy carrot cake again

Drink hot coffee and fizzy champagne

Drown these hazy days of feeling lazy

And resurrect ourselves from going completely crazy



Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020

My Sunrise

Here I am re-posting a poem that I recently submitted to be published, however the piece didn’t get accepted, and later on today, I’m going to present this poem on “Go Dog Go Cafe’s” ‘Throwback Friday’ weekly category … but firstly, I’m posting “My Sunrise” here on my site…


My Sunrise

I’ve walked a thousand lonely miles

Looking for her everlasting smile

Gradually scaling Ararat’s steepest cliff

There, sipping from the grail’s cup of youth

I’ve travelled to the edge of time

To find the final word of rhyme

Where my sunrise soared into the sky

To recapture her last goodbye



Then I crawled on my hands

Searching for that broken line in the sand

I’ve dug myself a hole, deep into space

To join her spirit and grace

Releasing my star into the universe

And I awoke, to write more of this verse





Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2018

Dancing Stardust


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Today’s prompt: sapphire stardust


Dancing Stardust



The morning sky caresses my eyes 

Shades of daylight colours, amplified 

A cosmos of infinite sapphire stardust  

Royal aqua beams, an inviting wanderlust 

 

I’m illuminated on this day, to actually try 

Gather up all my blues, that have yet to cry 

Pack them in first, don’t waste a chance 

There is time left, to travel this vast expanse 


My Itmims* craft is waiting, and ready to fly 

And traverse through space’s cobalt sky 

These alien eyes, sense my universe wants to have a dance 

And embrace my star’s everlasting existence 



*Itmims; Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space




Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020

Sunrise Beyond the Cracks


Sunrise Beyond the Cracks



My sage coloured curtains are half open

And the grey cloudy sky is half blue

I see the tree tops are half green

And above their swaying screens

I see last nights fading half moon

Is my world a half empty spoon?



Or is my ocean half full of wishes?

And splashing daylight kisses

Upon nature’s eternal waterfalls

Where misty forest rainbows

Deck her shimmering valley halls

My sunrise beyond the cracks in crumbing walls




Ivor Steven (c) September 2020

A Cool Penguin

Here in Victoria we have the famous ‘Fairy Penguin Parade’ on “Phillip” Island, which is south-east of Melbourne. Because of the current ‘Covid’ restrictions, Phillip Island ‘Nature Parks’ are currently broadcasting live telecasts of the fantastic Penguin Parade, and hopefully this YouTube link will work for you >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGr3V2pwNbo


A Cool Penguin



During these days of low tides

I am again to be shut inside

Today, there is more reasons than one

My courtyard’s devoid of springs sun

And there are only raindrop ripples

On the grounds expanding puddles

And standing there in the pouring rain

Drinking the wet sky, like cascading champagne

Was Phillip the penguin, wryly smiling

And splashing in the cool pool under his webbing




Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020.

Where Has Time Gone?

I standing was on an iceberg

Near the south pole

Watching the news on Bloomberg

Wanting to know who was in control



Time, never leaves us alone

Time and time again

We say, where has time gone

Nineteen years, since that September pain



Where were you on that day?

When Times Square stood still

As the sky-line fell on Broadway

Testing humanities courage and will


Ivor Steven (c) September 11th 2020

It’s the Same Old Blanket

Here in the cemetery

Among her guardian faeries

I kneel with flowers in hand

Wearing a mask and feeling bland

You cannot see my smile

Under my new covering style



Do not be alarmed, I’m no bandit

See under my arm, it’s the same old blanket

That I use to sit down beside you

Where I stay and ramble on about us two

I have two glasses and a bottle of red

For a toast to us, to when next we will be wed



Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020