Arousing “Itmims”

Today’s poem is one that I wrote while attending a “Writing Circle” meeting, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous on-line “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link
>> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/
Featured Image Above; my photo of my computer’s start-up screen this morning, from Windows Microsoft

Arousing “Itmims”

I hear a thunderous storm

Rumbling above

I see a chromatic sky

Illuminating my yard

I feel my romantic dreams

Arousing my Itmims* spacecraft

There ready and waiting

For time to chime in

My next mysterious rhyme

However

Time hears no commands

And silently resets her sundial’s hands

To reignite dawn’s golden strands

*Itmims: “Ivors Time Machine In Micro Space“

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Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn, (Tullawalla, page 144

My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn (Tullawalla, page 144)

I saw a broad sign, painted by His hand

the words, I did not understand

I thought why? Put another brick in wall

ascending the crooked ladder, too afraid to fall

there I stood alone, and stared

above the galaxy’s glare

my retinas were burning

last night’s moon had fallen

beyond the broad blue dawn

and my neighbour wasn’t mowing his lawn

I then saw in our narrowing crevasse

the universe, in a blade of grass

Ivor Steven ©  October 2022

A Nomad (Revised)

A poem I originally wrote in July 2019, and today I am posting this revised version.



A Nomad (Revised)

I’m writing a letter to yesterday’s nomad

The drifter of my dreams, alone and sad

My nomad’s world is flowing wider

Broken trees floating on a flooding river

These empty words, today seem drier

The receding waters, now a wet season’s Indian giver

This final message, I falsely send

We shake hands, smile, our eyes pretend

My heart sinks, my nomad boards the next boat

Noah’s ark departs, I walk home, alone, in my raincoat

Ivor Steven (c)  September 2022

My Alien Eyes Have Seen Enough

This is one of my ranting/protesting poems, where the world’s weird ways and woes are vividly pictured in my dreams/nightmares … (June 2019) … Or maybe my ‘Alien Back Pain’ has me angry and grumpy, and I am just desperate for some interplanetary respite.

My Alien Eyes Have Seen Enough

I’m scattering stardust, upon sorrow and grace

Tip toeing through a desert of dying tulips

Before my species vacate this miserable place

Blasting away from here, in my Itmims* spaceship

Flying back into the depths of dark space

To regenerate and revive, from this trying trip

Sadly, we gathered nothing of any value

From this warring human race

Their radioactive sky, was once bright blue

Vast oceans are full of their own waste

They breathe thin air made of sticky glue

And the earth they walk on, is a garbage tip disgrace

Their concrete graveyards, are the warlords database

Women and children, dead, casualties of religious lunatics

My alien eyes have seen enough, I’m leaving without a trace

Political gamer’s never learn, they’re still reusing old septic ice-picks

• *Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space
  
  
  
  

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2019

Towards the Dark (my Nightmare)

A nightmarish hypothetical poem and some of the words are from comments I made on Bart’s and Sadje’s recent posts .. > https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2022/07/15/fraiku-first-lights/
.. > https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/07/13/one-liner-strength/

Featured Image: Photo from the JWST

Towards the Dark (my Nightmare)

One day soon 

After mining the earth dry 

There will no more rubies 

No more diamonds in the sky

Will our silver spoons

Ever stop digging

Towards the dark side of our moon


 

Tonight, we do not need

Our world to be darker

We can learn to survive 

When life teaches us 

The value of being alive

Ivor Steven (c) July 2022

A Torn Thesaurus

With my fiddle and riddles

Here in the middle

Of this unopened universe

Time spirals in reverse

Quills fly in from cyberspace

As alien words unravel and interlace

A torn thesaurus is my database

I wonder

Have I landed in the right place?

But that does not matter

K-9’s happy with the community chatter

Doggie treats and friendly pats

And he presents his paw for more

Like a hungry beggar’s cap

Ivor Steven (c) July 2022

Faerie Runnels

Last week when I was visiting Eugenia’s fabulous site >> https://amanpan.com/2022/06/23/my-journey-thrives/
she introduced me to a Poetry Format, called a “Mariannet”, and I thought I would try to write one … The mariannet is an isosyllabic rhyming poem, consisting of one or more five-line stanzas (quintains) with one syllable in the first line, three in the second, nine in the third, six in the fourth, and eight in the fifth and final line. The first two lines rhyme with each other, and so does the third and fourth, but the fifth is nonrhyming and does not rhyme with any other lines. Thus its rhyme scheme can be expressed as aabbx for each individual quintain (with x representing the nonrhyming line). In Moore’s original formatting of the form, the third and fourth lines were indented five spaces and the fifth ten spaces. … Below is my fun Mariannet,

The Featured Image Above, and the photo on the left below, and from Derrick Knight’s fabulous site >> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/06/24/too-close/

Faerie Runnels




Brave

The dark cave

…..Chase the faeries down the tunnel

…..Find their magic runnel

……….A hidden spring full of sparkle

Dare

Be aware

…..Sip from their bubbling fountain of youth

…..One nip of ancient truth

……….And your dreams will turn into dust

Ivor Steven ©  June 2022

My Kite And Bike (Revised)

Here I am in this ancient town

Climbing the local Snowy Mountains

Standing in the world’s greenest paddock

Flying my yellow and blue kite

On the thinnest of worn threads

My kite is soaring higher and higher

Toward the bold clouds, thick and soft

Where pristine snowflakes abound

All bright and shiny white

Smooth enough to ride my silver bike on

Peddle my way over today’s slippery black-ice

And splash through the heights of tomorrow

Ivor Steven (c) May 2022

Rolling On By (Revised)

I wrote this poem while I was on a Pacific cruise to the New Calendonian Islands, in April 2018. We only had one rough day, but that managed to influence me enough, to pen this dreamy piece that night …

Rolling On By

I am swishing and swirling

splashing and crashing

up and down

I am thrown aground

stumbling around

swaying under her calming horizon

she soothes my rough landing

caresses my awakening eyes

dazed, I knowingly smile

and watch her wings wave goodbye

Ivor Steven (c) April 2018

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