I’m feelin’ groovy
Rockin’
Without reeling
Like a soft shoe shuffle
Floating on air
Without a stumble
No crumbling or tumbling
Tell Humpty Dumpty
To hold the horses
And the walking soldiers
I’ve found my extra pieces
On the other side of the fence
I’ve fallen on my feet
Like a cat with nine lives
Lucky as a four leaf clover
Like a minstrel boy and his violin lover
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I cry at what I cannot see
But don’t worry too much
That’s just me
I am soft of heart
I am tender of soul
I smile while I cry
The world’s reflection, crying within me
That’s just me, asking why
There’s the earth beneath my feet
There’s the sky above my eyes
Eyes that see rain fall on the trees
Creating life, like my backyard bees
Feet that feel, sand between my toes
Travelling to where my life must go
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I’m not quite on song
Home’s where I belong
Humming ballad songs
I’m going out, right or wrong
I’ve made up my mind
Even though life’s unkind
We only live once
And this is my dance
Dreams are living on
Life shouldn’t be postponed
Realities push and thrive
My future is still alive
She’ll gently take my hand
And show me the distant lands
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I’m not using grand-dad’s rocking chair yet
I’ve a pair of rocking shoes instead
Walk the streets of New York in soft treads
No matter, I’ll always have this pain in my head
As long as I don’t fall in the gutter
And left there, to crawl and stutter
I’ve sites to view through my shutter
Cafe’s to visit, eating cakes, jam and butter
I’ll click my new shoe’s heels
Stroll around, play beside the local seals
Go to Central Park, soar with the eagles
And savour the famous restaurant meals
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Haiku:
Shelter
Shady under me
I’m a hospital Pine tree
A bench seat for three
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I’m too tired to continue
Carrying this Olympus torch
The flame is not staying alight
Under my sheltering porch
All I want to do
Is watch the birds
And selfishly forget
The hungry and dying herds
My bell has become too hollow
To ring against the war
Too heavy to lift
High above the floor
Too wide to pass
Through the Whitehouse door
Too noisy to tell
Humanity the real score
Soon we’ll all board the Ark
Row away from our shores
Fly our rescue flag aft
Explore the sky with Thor
Listen to the heavens
Hear the peace-bells last encore
Proudly ring the bells that still can ring
Chiming so loud, no-one can ignore
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I am also posting this poem “Silent Sky,” on “Go Dog Go Café” via the fantastic idea of “Promote Yourself Monday”.. << Click here
My morning sky is silent
An empty clear blue vent
A vast quietness
Cloudless and soundless
The world has turned mute
We cannot hear
The whales crying
We no longer see
The birds flying
We now refuse to speak
Words of peace, they’re slowly dying
My morning sky has no sun
Spent gold, overused, and undone
A grey dullness
Viewless, a hollow darkness
The world has lost sight
We no longer see
Industrious bees
We cannot hear
The animals fear
We now deny the people’s voice
Words of peace, our children’s choice
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
