I Feel The Sky, (is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine)

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “I Feel The Sky”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine.  … please click on the link below and visit my poem at Coffee House Writers … and let me know what you think of my poem, and I would appreciate your support over at my new venture as a writer on CHW…
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/i-feel-the-sky/

Coffee House Writers
I Feel The Sky
“Ivor takes us beyond quarantine and refreshes our eyes to the world around us.”

I Feel the Sky

I am creating a verse from beyond my cage

Here, surrounded by the essence of a new age

Spring blossom floating on a sea of loose pages

Soaring on the wings of yesterday’s paper darts




I was finding words in unusual places

On dirty microwave plates

Under shaggy-pile carpets

Between last night’s lonely sheets

And walking down empty streets

Inside the Box Office Cafe, I sit

Observing the world below my feet

An old wooden floor of weathered planks

And table bases made from engine cranks

On the open verandah I can feel the sky

And I write on the blank skyline

About today’s invisible freedom, before my ink runs dry

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Purple Vessels

Today while I was writing this poem a wondrously magical coincidence happened to to me via my Instagram Site… I received an article from a Geelong singer/songwriter, Arjuna, the her new song was up on YouTube, and the title of her brand new single is “Vessel” … and of course I have attach her music/video as my feature song below .. .. and congratulations to “SheIsAjuna” on her fabulous song.


Purple Vessels

Purple is the colour of my dreams

Flowers are the vessels of true love

The fragrant rosemary bush from Tullawalla

Represents the essence of my father’s life

And I visualize my mother’s angels

Floating above the basket of fairy lavenders

My Fragile cyclamen plant

A loving gift from Carole’s favourite carer

The delicate and everlasting drooping violet

Began growing forty-five years ago

Planted by Dad to celebrate our marriage

Annually producing our beautiful wedding flower

A purple shaped vessel of eternal love

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Is Our Hearing Out Of Sight?

Do you peer through the blinds?

Did you peek and wonder?

About the empty street outside

Why are mornings always like Sunday?

A solemn quietness amplified

Do you listen to the bells chime?

Did you hear a silent number?

Ring from the phone-box outside

Is the world aslumber?

Cringing mostly unjustified

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Throwback Friday, River Of Destiny (Revised), by Ivor Steven

Yet again the “reblog button” did not work for me today, so I have copied and pasted my article here from my “Go Dog Go Cafe” post, and you may visit there by clicking on this link >> http://godoggocafe.com/2021/10/15/throwback-friday-river-of-destiny-by-ivor-steven/”
I wrote the original version of this poem back in December 2017, and here I am presenting a revised edition that I wrote today

River Of Destiny (Revised)

I am going to see a lady of Wizardry

In the grey house of mystery

Over the bridge, strong and earthy

To find my path to bravery

Not to be judged lightly

But to be cured internally

I do bow to a Queen, so ghostly

In the castle of stone, so empty

On the edge of the Red Sea

To find my way eventually

Not to be forlorn and angry

But to face friends and foe calmly

Searching for life’s secret duty

In the distant Abbey, so eerie

Beyond the boundaries, down along the valley

To find my river of destiny

Not to be trialed for my insanity

But to be unveiled for my humanity

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Spring’s Renewal

Spring has sprung again

With a burst of sunshine

Between old storm clouds and new rain

While life’s decor is being redesigned

Winter’s open wounds

Are washed clean

Last year’s fragile blooms

Are due back on the scene

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

A Path To Parity

Over at “Weekly Prompts”, the Wednesday Challenge prompt is; Halloween … please visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here … my poem below is in response to their prompt ‘Halloween’ 🎃😎

A Path To Parity




I am but a tiny pebble on the ocean floor

But I see the universe above and wonder. “Is there a door?”

How do I draw shiny dots between those black lines 

Am I able to pluck a star from the column of time 

One that I can paste in my next worldly rhyme 

About finding truth under the grand statue of mime

 
I wish I had the Almighty authority

Then I would burn the guns of tyranny

And ignite the dormant torch of liberty

So everyone could find a path to parity

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Is It True? “That Rainbows Dance At Sunset”

Featured Image Above: A big thank you to Derrick Knight for allowing me to use his magnificent ‘Sunset’ photo … see his link attached below …

Today’s poem is a combination of three, haiku/ukiah/haiku, that I made on, Colleen, Kate, and Derrick’s articles yesterday and today.

“Truth” (a Haiku for Colleen) https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2021/10/11/the-truth-is-yours/
“A Rainbow Dance” (a Ukiah for Kate) https://aroused.blog/2021/10/11/ukiah/
“Sunset” (a Haiku for Derrick)  https://derrickjknight.com/2021/10/11/todays-hobbyhorses/

Is It True? “That Rainbows Dance At Sunset”

Your soul knows the truth 

Within, feel the power grow 

Live, breath, touch the flow

At the end of the rainbow 

We shall dance and glow 

On nature’s golden plateau 

Blazing, the sky sinks 

Sunset kisses everything 

Fall’s finale crown

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Birds Of A Feather

‘Birds Of A Feather’ is poem I wrote a few years ago, and I’m proudly reposting the words here to coincide with the “Indigenous Peoples Day” holiday in America on Monday 11th of October…
Below I have attached a song by Australia’s indigenous singer/songwriter Xavier Rudd … his famous classic “Spirit Bird” …

Birds Of A Feather

to colour us all tanned

black or white

didn’t seem right

even a humorous sight

maybe blue and green

would’ve been a better blight

and I’ve been told orange

is a preferred skin tone

best we have more colours

I’ll go buy the paint drums

toss them together

shaken, not stirred

into one huge cocktail dish

and use a whale-hair paint brush

we’ll all be covered the same

a faded colour purple

like tarnished rain clouds

not too dark

not too proud

not too white

just bright enough

to see the light

Please Note: The featured image above, is called ‘Four Birds’, by an Australian artist, Patsy Anguburra Lulpunda, at the Aboriginal Art Gallery

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Advance Bookings

I have thirteen available chairs

Here at the bottom of His stairs

And a dozen of them are still empty

Despite the neon sign saying “No- Vacancy”

Obviously the advance bookings

Were quickly taken

Wisely heeding the prediction

That our world was breaking

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

New Mushrooms

After the storm

Old boundaries were transformed

Fences were moved and torn

Fields smelled of rotting corn

Patient vultures remained airborne

Above the drowning longhorn’s

After the storm

I rested under the peppercorn

And I saw new mushrooms rise with the dawn

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021