Swallowed By The Sun

I’ve re-posted this poem, on “Go Dog Go Cafe” via their site’s wonderful idea of “Promote Yourself Monday” , and I’d like to thank Michelle, for giving me this fantastic opportunity to present my poem, Swallowed By The Sun, Please Click >> Here  to read about Go Dog Go Cafe ….

On a fiery hot suburban street

Cobblestones are burning the crowds feet

Bursting blisters, on the ignorant

Touching souls, of the innocent

Solar heat’s scorching from the sky

Our world is being swallowed by the sun

Oh, what have us human’s done

All the rivers are running dry

Fish lay on barren land, waiting to die

Polar icebergs are often seen gliding by

Penguins are moaning without their icy slide

And you’ll hear the groan of baby whales cry

As the ocean, sadly waves us goodbye

Knowing our angels wings are singed and cannot fly

Old mother earth is quickly growing awry

And father time is forever asking why

 

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

Swallowed By The Sun

On a fiery hot suburban street

Cobblestones are burning the crowds feet

Bursting blisters, on the ignorant

Touching souls, of the innocent

Solar heat’s scorching from the sky

Our world is being swallowed by the sun

Oh, what have us human’s done

All the rivers are running dry

Fish lay on barren land, waiting to die

Polar icebergs are often seen gliding by

Penguins are moaning without their icy slide

And you’ll hear the groan of baby whales cry

As the ocean, sadly waves us goodbye

Knowing our angels wings are singed and cannot fly

Old mother earth is quickly growing awry

And father time is forever asking why

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

A Silent Visitor

You’re a friend, you don’t have to phone me

You’re a friend, you don’t have to visit me

You’re a friend, no need to enlist me

You’re a friend, you’ll be the last one I’ll see

Your honesty is an eternal friend to me

Your finality will be a truthful friend to me

No need for your secret messages

No need for your silent thoughts

All I need, is to share the sun

All I need, is to share the rain

Share the moon, and the universe’s pond

Share the spoon that feeds my star beyond

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

Just Around The Corner

Thank you to Sue W of Nan’s Farm, << click here, she supplied the title and gave me the inspiration, to write this introverted poem of mine

I’m sorry for smouldering

Smouldering my ashes on your blue sky

I’m on a different kind of angle

Slightly leaning to the right

I used to always turn to the left

That’s when I knew the difference

Between right and wrong

Now, I’m just around the corner

Living on broken cobblestones

And old torn bed-sheets

I’m feeling incompetent in my sleep

Life-long dreams are incomplete

My time here is unwell and unfinished

Unfinished are my words for the future

They’re unwritten from far and near

And this ancient boat needs a good rudder

To steer me through these rough seas

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Time Travelers

It’s that time of the year, a Christmas message from Ivor. And above a picture of my family’s get together, for Danny’s 70th birthday. Only us siblings these days, from the left, Tum(Lawrie’s wife), Ivor, Danny, Lawrie(Standing), Miffy, and Miffy’s John took the picture.

 

Time Travelers 

 

Zap, a gigantic lightening bolt precedes a mystical power surge

Traversing the cobalt skies, like horizontally sleek outriggers

Vividly scoring chords, to hang our every word on

Like musical lines, writing out, our lost dreams and regrets

 

Sound-waves echoing, poles apart, going north, south, east and west

Conducting iridescent lights over our purple and orange sunset

Vibrating quasars, pulsating from deeply inside, outer-space

Focusing towards the huge magnetic Receiving Dish, signalling “An Arrival”

 

 

Recording a celestial traveler, singing with an angel’s voice

Resonating sweetly, like Handel’s, Messiah Hallelujah Chorus

Translated into our universal language of symphonic sound

Digitally televised for the world’s population to simultaneously view

 

The Super-Sonic Cosmic message to be heard loud and clear

“We’ve returned to your degraded planet earth”

“To again, bestow upon you, Peace And Goodwill”

“Like we’ve done before, Eons of Millenniums ago”

 

Ivor Steven  (c)

I’m Helping Out

Dear readers, if you so desire, please read this article below by BottomLessCoffee, it’s an interesting idea, and one I’m already participating in by sending off this post. Help Me, Help You.

Help Me, Help You

ON DECEMBER 7, 2018 BY BOTTOMLESSCOFFEE007IN PROPRIETARY ARTICLE

Q. What is the one thing all of us Bloggers want?

A. Circulation!

We all have a skill and that is writing and expression. We all have different styles and genres. I’ve been giving shout outs to a few of you on every podcast in the hopes of helping others to find you.

I want to propose a sharing promotion. If you want me to give your blog or business or social media a shout out on my next podcast, please use the comment section to notify me of whatever it is. Be sure to provide the links, so I can put them in the description of the podcast.

Whenever I publish a podcast, I also promote it on my blog. This way, both listeners and readers have access to the exact same information.

With all of this being said, I want more circulation as well. So, please give me a shout-out on your blog and other social media as well. Please include my links also.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/bc007

https://bottomlesscoffee007.com

We all want circulation, real circulation. Help me help you. Who knows maybe someone will become $uccessful. It’s worth a shot and it doesn’t cost anything!

If you want me to promote your business, then the flip side of this is you must have the links to my blog and my podcast on your companies website (easy to find and somewhere where it will stand out).

My last caveat is this, there is no such thing as bad publicity. With that being said, it is on each individual to decide what they will say about the other’s. I will not read from a script and I would not expect you to either.

Let me know!!!

Beyond Imagination

Next year, after Easter

I’m flying north

Across a vast ocean

Towards a place called America

From the west to the east coast

Landing at the big apple

Taking a small bite, five days

Then a train from Grand Central Station

For a debut meeting with my cousins in Philadelphia

My Dad’s far away relatives

I shall rejoice in the reunion our family’s spirits

Oh yes, the dream of my lifetime

A fortuity beyond the realms of my imagination

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018