Dear Emily

The featured imaged above is photo I took today, because coincidently, I happen to be reading a book of Emily Dickinson’s poems … and thank you to my neice Kerri, (a graphic design artist) for cleverly enhancing the image, so as to make the words legible .. (my original photo was deplorable due to bright reflections from the midday sun)

Dear Emily

Your mystical words speak to me

About yesteryear

And beyond today

Where smiles and dimples

Live within bandaged moments

Of my soul

Your book describes the universe

From Celestial lists

To below nature’s dome

Where birds and butterflies

Live within unruffled moments

Of the sky

Your worldly wisdom fills my dreams

From babbling brooks

To mountainous oceans

Where imagination flows freely

And lives within loving moments

Of my heart

Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

A Sunday Dream

Featured Image Above: has been cropped from the photo below, which was taken by Derrick Knight, and again I sincerely thank Derrick for allowing me to reproduce his photos here, in conjunction with my poems. You may visit his fabulous site by clicking on this link

A Sunday Dream

did you hear the stars sing last night?


neither did I

did you see the sun cry at dawn?


neither did I

did you hear the bells ring this morning?


neither did I

did you feel the earth sigh today?


neither did I

there is you, I, and why

why cannot they see the sky?

why do they always lie?

why do they not cry?

Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

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

Hypnotic Jasmine and Aromatic Coffee

On Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is post something just for the fun of it, and their prompt is: Just For Fun. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . .. And today my poem “Hypnotic Jasmine And Aromatic Coffee” is a fun piece I wrote at the ‘Box Office Cafe’ this afternoon…

Hypnotic Jasmine and Aromatic Coffee

Under a sapphire sky

bathing in purified sun

a cool sea-breeze drifts by

adroitly holding the exotic fragrance

of a hypnotic jasmine blossom

then the cafe’s aromatic coffee

flavours the air

as a tasty apple-slice

awaits to be sacrificed

beyond the pandemic’s vices

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Right or Wrong

My poem today is actually made up of 3 different Haiku, however, as what often happens with my jumbled words and thoughts, the 3 stanzas seemed to fit together to form “one” poem …

Right or Wrong

As we scrape along 

In life, we are often wrong 

Before our swan song 

Are we wrong or right? 

Why do we let the moonlight 

Disappear from sight? 

Gloom enfolds the view 

Gey clouds cover rainbow hues 

Darkness stalks us too 

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021

Worlds Beyond Thoughts

My poem today is made from a list of comments that I have left on fellow ‘Bloggers’ sites, and in order of stanza appearance these are the writers sites for you to visit ..

Bart –
Sadje –
Punam –
Sadje –

Annette –
Dwight –
Michelle~M –
Catxman –
Mark –

Cindy –
Carol –
Cassa –
Windwhisperer –

Worlds Beyond Thoughts

Laws are merely guide lines

For the arrows of love to climb

Mirror mirror on the wall 

Recalls our joys and falls 

Behind every mask there is a weathered face 

Behind every face old lines survive in place 

Behind every place memories live with grace 

Evil eyes lurk in veiled skies

The wisdom of native ancestors should be listened to

And not be lost to the modern ways this arrogant world

The way of modern progress

Is to leave nature shamefully undressed

Nature and renewal walk down the garden path hand in hand

I hear church bells ring 

I see the mouses die 

And the clouds always cry

Keep the cup full, turn the power on

And the answer will come   

Like a big jigsaw puzzle

Not all the pieces will fit back

And overall the world will look the same

I cannot dwell on what has been 

While I feel my blade of grass is alive and green

Above and beyond the crusty dirt 

The universe is a symphonic concert

They say that the truth hurts

Beware of cold desserts


Ivor Steven (c) September 14th 2021