Category: Words and Thoughts

The Odds and Ends, I Send

A poem made up of anecdotes that I have written and sent to my fellow blogger’s sites, as replies to their articles/poems … In order of stanza appearance below,
– V.J. >https://vjknutson.org/
– Kate > https://aroused.blog/
– Beth > https://ididnthavemyglasseson.com/

This week’s Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts is the word: CHANGE … here is the link to their fabulous site >>  https://weeklyprompts.com/2023/02/22/weekly-prompts-wednesday-challenge-change/ … and my poem today is a “Change” from what I normally write …


The Odds and Ends, I send




Our head reaches for the clouds 

But our heart forgets to speak aloud




We are all little fish in a big sea 

Swimming below the atmosphere 

Created by nature’s life giving trees




Not all rocks 

Are not just rocks 

Some old rocks 

When you study their socks 

And listen to their knees knock 

They “Have rocked around the clock”








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AND
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Ivor Steven (c) February 2023

Becalmed Without an Alibi





Time to unshackle my inflatable raft

And reignite my charred draft

I left floating down the river

When I was the disabled driver

Of my Itmims space craft


Sadly, the fuel tank is running on empty

And the secondhand battery is almost dry

I need to recharge my world beyond page twenty

And being becalmed is not an imaginative alibi


Itmims; Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space







Tullawalla is Available From

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Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com

Amazon: search via, ‘Tullawalla by Ivor Steven’


AND
Perceptions is Now Available via:

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Ivor Steven (c) January 2023

A Writer’s Wondrous World Watchfully Waits Where Wisdom Willingly Wanders Within Wizardry Walls

Today I am revisiting this post from 3 months ago, … I really liked the articles overall Presentation and pizzazz

This poem is made up of four separate comments that I have written on my fellow blogger’s articles.
The Title: Lori >> https://ecopoetic.wordpress.com/
First Stanza: Claudia >> https://humoringthegoddess.com/
Second Stanza & Finale Stanza: Colleen >> https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/


A Writer’s Wondrous World Watchfully Waits Where Wisdom Willingly Wanders Within Wizardry Walls




Once upon a midnight 

After visiting Poe’s Raven site 

My dark dreary nightmare took flight 

And left me with a fluttering sprite


Over the many years of self-doubt 

There is now no doubt 

I have learned to strive beyond doubt 

And accept my worthiness without doubt


Within us there is a small piece of air

Available for our soul to give and share

However most of our soul is there

For our self-love and self-care





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Ivor Steven ©  August 2022

My Marathon’s Goal




The winter sun sets

Over my oldest day

I tick off another year

My sister reminds me

“Twenty years to go

to equal Dad’s Ninety-one”


“Is that achievable?”

I ask myself

“No harm in trying”

I tell myself


Carole’s Dad also reached Ninety-One

This is my marathon’s goal

“To walk around the moon

on my way to touching the stars”






Ivor Steven (c) July 20th 2022

Bloody Tears, Bloody History



Can you hear the ghosts of Sunday?

“Sunday, Bloody Sunday”


From your distant country’s

On the edge of peace and tranquility

Within your rural trees of serenity


Beyond invisible borders of rivalry

Between oblivious inequality

From the old schoolyard bully

Overseeing an avoidable atrocity


Again another “Sunday, Bloody Sunday”

How can they forget history so quickly?



Love is Not Declined 

 

My internal battle is never ending  

Neither won nor lost 

My opponent is my ghost 


I forgive with the morning dew 

And my regrets are few 


There is two breaths in every moment  

The first one kisses our heart 

The second breath caresses our soul


 

True love is hard to find  

And impossible to define 

When found, be exceedingly kind 

Love can spellbind your mind 

But blindly, love is not declined 






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Ex Comes Before Why 


Do you get caught staring? 

At an unknown person 

Who returns your stare 

With an angry glare 


Sorry! 

I was daydreaming 

Inside an empty vortex 

You were not in there 

Nor next


 

My vacant gaze 

Was mindlessly waiting 

For my sparkling mirage 

To turn into Cinderella’s carriage 


Or am I? 

The next ex 

Before the why 






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

A Buzzing Chime



It’s the devil in me

The curiosity of a buzzing bee

I just had to see

Your words of poetry


Writing is a conundrum

Your quill keeps attuning the drum

A humming note on every blue line

Do not worry if your rhythm is not in time

I only need to hear the chiming of your rhyme

To understand your journey’s resounding climb






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Words to You

I wrote to you

You wrote to me



Your words turned to scrawl

Eyes began to call

A crack crept down the wall

You stood on the rubble so tall


We let the dust settle

Heated up the Kettle

Had a cuppa and a silent chat

Light flows back, through the crack


Words were our pearls

Writing is my world






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022