Category: Poems

Remain Young and Wild

This is a poem for my friend Colleen, who through her glorious writings, which assist my imagination to be brave and free.

Remain Young and Wild

I’m having a breakfast cuppa

with my friend Chatter Blog from Columbus

sharing our virtual chocolate Teddy-Bears

talking about these current affairs

agreeing we don’t have the answers

today it’s time, for us all to be garden dancers

we’re not lost, but now feeling young and wild

whirlwinds of the day, and our minds are not exiled

If wish to visit ‘Chatter Blog’s'(Colleen) site here’s a link > https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2020/04/06/to-the-truth/

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020.

Good Morning Sunshine

After two days of wind and rain

Here is morning sunshine again

Blueness dances across the sky

“Flowers sip on light”, through moist eyes

Nature blazes into my ambient day

And dazzles my souls’ causeway

 

These words; “Flowers sip on light”, was borrowed from Robert Okaji’s inspiring poem “A Step Closer”… read his poem via this link > https://robertokaji.com/2020/04/05/a-step-closer-3/

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

Dreams of Hope

today there’s menacing trouble

one day we’ll fly out of our bubbles

 

hopefully people’s profanity

and selfish insanity

will cease after the matinee

and they’ll resurrect humanity

 

there shall be more grief

but there will be relief

when love will grow closer

between barriers and the waiter

 

in my courtyard you’ll exist

in the green leaves of hope

in my heart you’ll exist

in the hum of my souls hope

 

Featured Image: My fernery’s, Philodendron selloum, called ‘Hope’

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

Ripened Fruit

I’m climbing a ladder in my suit

to pick the ripened fruit

stretching high and askew

I’ve been told not too

step off the the ground

and stay here, earthly bound

but how else am I to fly

and reach my star in the sky

 

a lady told me I was wise

but my wisdom is only a disguise

hiding my old wounds and bruises

from my ripened fruits fallen excuses

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

Another Day

The muted day is ambling by

Grey clouds blowing in the sky

Banks of rain tears are flowing down

I’m sheltering under my iron crown

 

I wonder about today and tomorrow

When are we to reappear from our burrows

Winter approaches to cool the ground

Autumn colours are vanishing uncrowned

The super-bug remains lingering in the air

And Scientist are striving to snuffle this virus affair

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

You Cannot Shoot Or Electrocute It

This week’s Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts, is the word WARY. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . Below is my poem about being ‘Wary’

 

You Cannot Shoot Or Electrocute It

 

I see grey clouds drifting across the sky

And I hear the great white bear continue to lie

You cannot shoot it

Nor can you electrocute it

I cannot hear your bullets blazing

Nor can your bombs do the erasing

Your insincere words cannot stop it

I’m wary of your falsehoods, that hide it

I cannot see your pain and fears

Nor can I see your sympathetic tears

Your money keeps you safe in the ivory tower

But will your money send the people flowers

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020

Bob Dylan, wrote these profound lyrics 50 years ago…

“All Along The Watchtower”

“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief,
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.””No reason to get excited”, the thief, he kindly spoke,
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”.All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.