Is There A Light

The cold morning frost, accompanies a winter’s dawn.

I’m snuggling warm in bed, wondering about the day ahead.

It’s Sunday, my home’s empty, a great void instead.

The cool quiet and the loneliness, are unbearable.

 

The passageway to my light is dark, and hard to feel.

If only I knew, the light at the end of the tunnel was real.

In this grotto of fading night, lying low, out of sight.

Where my dreams are false, waiting for another right.

 

Ivor Steven.

A Distant Ship

Am I afraid, or am I being slowly discouraged.

Dismayed by the emptiness of my beating heart.

Am I consumed, or am I being bodily starved.

Eaten by the cells of my inner sentiments.

Am I infatuated, or have I been possessed.

Devoured by the recess of my lonely soul.

Am I swimming after the impossible loveboat.

Drowning in the wake of a passing icebreaker.

 

Ivor Steven

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Left Over Dew

I know I’m far from perfect.

I make awful mistakes.

I know I’m overly loud.

I dominate and crowd.

 

I do have a big heart.

A soul so soft.

I do love to hold and to kiss.

To cuddle and caress.

 

I feel your reluctance.

Your barrier fence.

I feel like a fog over you.

Like the morning dew.

 

Will you ever need another.

Or love another.

Will you ever let me remain.

Or look for me again.

 

Ivor Steven.

My Dragon, Can He Fly.

My wounded Dragon, stands so proud.

Neck arching up, looking to the clouds.

Seeing graceful birds flying apart.

He feels a huge scar close to his heart.

My Dragon bows, and shakes his beastly head

But his enormous tail feels like lead.

Flapping one wing, then the other.

Dejected he looks, not even a hover.

Nostrils snorting, no sign of fire.

To fly again, his deepest desire.

From within I hear, gut-rumblings soar.

My Dragon angrily spews  an almighty roar.

And his gigantic jaws open wide.

A bloodied tongue swishes his fangs side to side.

He swallows and belches another gruesome howl.

A flame bursts forth from his boughs.

My Dragon frantically begins to respire.

Again and again his exhales are afire.

And gyrating his heavy green tail.

He spreads his wings like full sails.

Frightened at first, fluttering end to end.

My jumbo sized reptile gradually ascends.

Twenty, then fifty, a hundred leagues above.

Suddenly flying, like a flock of beautiful doves.

Magically rolling and frolicking he flies.

Happily he shrieks and swoosh, rapidly down he dives.

Majestically gliding he arrives.

My Dragon, again King of the skies.

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Ivor Steven.

My Dragon, The Revival

My harpooned Dragon’s, fallen and out of breath.

Gazing around, pleading, near death.

The slayers spear, protrudes from his scaly vest.

And I quietly hear his soulful pounding chest.

Quickly, I plunge my sword, cutting shard.

Removing the spears horrid barb.

My Dragon exhales a fearsome howl.

Eyes bulging, tears flowing down his jowl.

In agony, thrashing his spiky green tail.

Then slowly abating, like a windless sail.

Is he dying, lying there loudly groaning.

Nostrils snorting, neither afire nor smoking.

Suddenly, his left wing begins flapping.

And my Dragon’s head rises, stretching, arching.

Green horns twitching, like a mythical serpentine.

Yellow eyes glowing, like magical sunshine.

My Dragon’s revived.

And ready to skydive.

 

Ivor Steven.

My Dragon

A monstrous Dragon, breathing fire.

Did arise from the gurgling mire.

Dark gangrenous green, from head to tails.

Claws blackened, sharp as nails.

Purple secretions, from his scaly chest.

A spear harpooned, a grizzly mess.

Nostrils ablaze, bloodied red.

Eyes seeping yellow maggot heads.

My Dragon’s crying, and nearly dead.

 

Ivor Steven.

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Soft Showers

Those years have been and gone.

Since you’ve lived here, my lonely swan.

Sadly, I’ve existed through love again.

However, nothing like your passing’s pain.

And I’ve found I’ll never be the same.

Unveiled by life’s everyday falling rain.

Sometimes the heavy rains flood my very core.

Other-times the soft showers soothe my pores.

And as I once said.

Out of my wounded head.

“How many rivers of tears must we cry,

Before all the deepest wells run dry”.

 

Ivor Steven.

Dreaming Words

A special thanks to, ~M, Her Writing Haven, she’d just posted her first poem written many years ago, a writing full of feeling and emotion. So she’s managed to prompt me to post my first ever poem, from many many years ago, also full of feeling and emotion. Thanks again to, ~M….

 

I wake up,

Dreaming words of you.

Falling like the morning dew.

You’ve been resting tonight,

Under white sheets, out of sight.

Once, you were mine to hold,

But no more of being bold.

And no-one’s at fault,

Fate sent you a horrid jolt.

I lie here,

Dreaming words of you,

I hear the flick of your bedside light.

And you softly call my name

You smile at me, a sigh, a wave, Hi.

Hi, I smile at you and sigh.

Tears rolling down from your eyes.

I grimace, shielding my eyes,

Crying again tonight,

The same as last night.

Always, I’m here for you.

Always dreaming words of you.

 

Ivor Steven.

Pakington street

A dear friend of mine, and a wonderful singer/songwriter. These are the lyrics of his newest song.

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Pakington street was the place we’d meet

when I was a younger man,

there used to be a rope factory, but now they call it The Strand.

not very far from Corio bay on the western side of town

the sky was blue and the wind was soft and the leaves were turning brown.

She was the girl with the honey blonde hair

with eyes so crystal bright,

I met her there on Pakington street on an April autumn night,

not very far from the place I lived on the western side of town,

when the sky was blue and the wind was soft

and the leaves were turning brown.

We used to share a drink or two and dance to the local bands,

She was my love, she was my life, she was my friend in hand

In my heart, I still feel the beat, I still see her dancing feet,

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