With my fiddle and riddles
Here in the middle
Of this unopened universe
Time spirals in reverse
Quills fly in from cyberspace
As alien words unravel and interlace
A torn thesaurus is my database
I wonder
Have I landed in the right place?
But that does not matter
K-9’s happy with the community banter
Doggie treats and friendly pats
And he presents his paw for more
Like a hungry beggar’s cap
Ivor Steven (c) July 2022
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is: GARDEN ART. You may visit their fabulous site by clicking on the Link >> Here .. and the poem below is my response to their Prompt
Jack’s Back
I woke at dawn
And there was Jack
Laying on my lawn
Good morning, Mr. Frost
I am at a loss
With the ground so white
And the air’s bitter bite
Why are called Jack?
The Jack’s I know from the outback
Are all warmhearted folks
And happy-go-lucky blokes
Not cold-blooded guys
Baptized by frozen skies
Are you a naughty and chilly skite?
Or a noble defender of the night
Jack! Today at first light
You gave my warm toes an icy fright
Ivor Steven (c) July 2022
Misty rain streaks down my cheeks
And gentle droplets play life’s symphony on my roof
Reminding my soul that I exist, so meek
Humbled by the sound of nature’s heartbeat
I shall continue to follow her melodious proof
The dark clouds part during my day
And the lifting fog pours me a rainbow beam
Reminding my soul, why I love, and why I stay
Honoured by the strength of nature’s heartbeat
I shall continue to follow my dream
Ivor Steven (c) July 2022
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A big thank you to Francis of, JaZzArt en València, for being the inspiration behind this poem today. Please visit his inspiring poem, via this link >> Poem: “I am a Drop of Water” #poetry – JaZzArt en València (wordpress.com)
The Peace Dove Continues to Sing
To the moon I am calling
Please do not stop shining
Upon our dark failings
Where are we going?
We can be anything
Can we be everything?
The sun’s golden bowstring
The clouds rainbow swing
A penguin’s happy wing
An owl’s nightly hooting
He, who knows everything
And tells us nothing
While the peace dove continues to sing
Daily praise for Martin Luther King
Ivor Steven (c) July 2022
“Dad”
My Guiding Light
Seven years have gone bye
But who counts stars in the sky
Or the passing blue moons
Waving shadows upon blue lagoons
A waterfall’s pool of liquid joy
Shimmering memories, of when I was a boy
I shiver from yesteryear’s leftover rains
And there will always be a deep river in my veins
Dad, you were a brother and best mate too
And your ever-loving spirit guides me through
Ivor Steven (c) July 3rd 2022
whether you’re a rock
or a rolling stone
under this thunder-dome
we all need to pause
to let life’s storms pass
dry off the gathering moss
relax upon the carnival grass
and enjoy life’s fairy floss
Ivor Steven © June 2022
My poem over on ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’s’ Throwback Friday is “Astronauts to the Rescue” from Novemder 2019
Today’s poem is one I wrote back in November/December 2019, at a time when bushfires were raging across vast areas in every Australian State …
Astronauts to the Resue
The night sky’s hazily stark
Black space debris fills the dark
No bright street globes are in sight
What happened to the starry, starry night?
No faerie lights, nor sparkle dust
Only smoky charring of the earth’s crust
Rescuing astronauts were sent into the atmosphere
They were last seen drifting pass Jupiter
Will they ever stop fighting the desert crusades?
Modern lifeguards are still lying about those charades
Of ravaging the forests, and sinking refugee boats
While Negroes from the Ivory Coast are only eating burnt toast
Ivor Steven (c) Nov/Dec 2019
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer…
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Last night I attended the Geelong Writers Inc. monthly dinner/get together, which also featured the Book Launch of their new bi-annual Chapbook, Anomaly Street, and if you read the photo/scans attached below, you will understand my excitement of being selected in this outstanding collection of poetry with a difference, that creates jolts for flatlined minds ..
This is how my poem appeared in the Chapbook
Ivor Steven © July 2022
Give me shelter
From this daily war-zone
Throw me a blanket
Anything!
To protect my wilting petals
I am cold and lonely
I am tired and hungry
I am scared
Do not let me wither away
Help me
My brothers
The sunflowers
Are war torn too
Do not leave us
Please save us
Give me shelter
From this hard rain
Throw me your shadows
Anything!
To remove the thorns in my side
I am the last living rose
Do not forget me
Throw me an anchor
Anything!
To reground my ancient roots
Before I am blown away
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
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