A Blue Shark in My bed

This time three years ago, was the beginning of my three months is hospital, originally suffering from a “mystery” virus, and then I had a stroke, followed by another minor stroke. … Somehow I managed to write about that three month journey via my poems, and today I’m presenting the first poem I wrote from my hospital bed during that time …

A Blue Shark in My bed




I’m lying in bed, hallucinating

They’ve given me too many pain killers

Swimming between soaked sheets

In an ocean of hot sweat

I see a blue shark in my bed

Angrily circling me

That killers glint in his eyes

His giant jaws open wide

And he viciously bites me

Piercing my lower neck

And poking my left eye out

My blood is boiling on the red sea


If this is hell, please ring the bell

I shall pray to save my soul, and be set free

I’m swirling in drugs, I cannot think

My eyes are shut, I cannot blink

Where are you mum

I was always your number one

She’d make me my favourite cake

A passion-fruit sponge she’d bake

I sense a benevolent friend, if he’s not too late

Smuggling me a gun, past white guards, inside mum’s cake


To you who cannot see me, I’m an ancient fable

Who’s about to leave the table

With the rest of the disabled

I’ll look for you, in your higher stables

How can I find my way back?

I’ve lost my winding track

Life for me cannot be the same

I’m not recovering, I’m losing the game

Forgotten my name and where to aim

Destiny has me old and lame





Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Lights Above Bridges, by Ivor Steven

My poem “Lights Above Bridges” was selected by Red Wolf Journal for their up-coming 2022 Spring Edition Anthology, a sincere thank you to the editor Irene for accepting my poem.

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Red Wolf Journal

Lights Above Bridges
by Ivor Steven

Bridges span our invisible years
And carry our many fallen tears
Crossing over old hidden fears

Bridges are burnt over time
Years turn to ashes in an instant
And time is our only constant

Beyond the longest bridges
Under the ocean’s deepest blue
And above nature’s darkest green
Love’s evolving hues renew
And Aurora lights are on debut

Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, and has been writing for 20 years. He is a member of Geelong Writer Inc (Australia), a team member with the on-line blog-site ‘Go Dog Go Cafe (America), and is a writer for the Coffee House Writers Magazine (America).

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Sometimes and Other Times 

sometimes my mind feels as big as the ocean
other times my mind is a grain of sand on the beach

sometimes I wonder how vast is this universe
other times, I am only a speck of dust dispersed

sometimes I feel my star is reaching out for me
others times I am a fish swimming alone in the sea

sometimes I hear the humming of birds and bees
other times I am deaf to the hallowed sounds of dying trees

Sometimes I see the dark side of the moon after midnight
other times I am blind to the world’s unnatural blights

sometimes I am asleep, and all I ever do is have silly dreams
other times I am awake, and only care about strawberries and cream





Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Salt

This week the midweek challenge from “Weekly Prompts is: FAMILIARITY. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here ..
I suppose my poem today has that “Familiarity” of my words being in created in the pleasant surroundings at my ‘Box Office Cafe’



Salt


A scent of sea air drifts by

As the sun cascades into my eyes

And Spring is flowing from the sky

“My river of renewal” she decries

“Taste my salty breeze and feel alive”





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

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/


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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

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