Tag: Music/singer/songwriters

Remain Young and Wild

This is a poem for my friend Colleen, who through her glorious writings, which assist my imagination to be brave and free.

Remain Young and Wild

I’m having a breakfast cuppa

with my friend Chatter Blog from Columbus

sharing our virtual chocolate Teddy-Bears

talking about these current affairs

agreeing we don’t have the answers

today it’s time, for us all to be garden dancers

we’re not lost, but now feeling young and wild

whirlwinds of the day, and our minds are not exiled

If wish to visit ‘Chatter Blog’s'(Colleen) site here’s a link > https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2020/04/06/to-the-truth/

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020.

Good Morning Sunshine

After two days of wind and rain

Here is morning sunshine again

Blueness dances across the sky

“Flowers sip on light”, through moist eyes

Nature blazes into my ambient day

And dazzles my souls’ causeway

 

These words; “Flowers sip on light”, was borrowed from Robert Okaji’s inspiring poem “A Step Closer”… read his poem via this link > https://robertokaji.com/2020/04/05/a-step-closer-3/

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

Blossom Over Jerusalem

I write about the purple moon

That eats the night with a silver spoon

I write about the yellow sun

That bathes our day with gold by the ton

 

I hear the bird’s morning songs

They caress the world’s souls, right or wrong

I hear the animals’ mighty roars

They remind us of the great outdoors

 

I see the blue sky above

Where life’s white doves carry our love

I see the green pastures, beyond Jerusalem

Where life’s fruit trees blush with blossom

Ivor Steven (c) March 2020…

A Purple Rock

I found a purple rock

Under the big purple clock

The purple rock was quietly listening

To the purple sounds of whispering

Hordes of purple voices reverberating

Within the purple shadows of distancing

 

Unexpectedly the purple rock began crumbling

Into a dusty purple mist, now malingering

And quickly the purple cloud started raining

Spreading purple over those outsiders witnessing

Eventually after years of purple transitioning

The purple bad-seeds flowered after reconditioning

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020

Hold Your Horses

This afternoon I went for a walk to the Moorabool Valley Cafe, however the cafe was operating under strict lock-down conditions. At the cafe door, I could order a take-away coffee, where I also ordered a delicious slice of cheesecake. Luckily I had my backpack on, and the package sat easily in my backpack, and I carried the coffee, I was not allowed to stay at the cafe, nor even in outdoor patio area. Anyhow off I trek on way back to home. On the way home I knew of a park bench where I could have a rest and eat my cake, and I also took the above photos on the way back….. and everything combined to inspire me to think of a poem, while sitting at the park bench, “eating my cheesecake, and writing these words”……. .

Hold Your Horses

I’m riding my white pony from the air-force

She’s a Pegasus, and the perfect horse for this course

But are we on the right track?

Am I actually heading back?

Winging our way across the continent

My loyal stead is divinely competent

And I trust her heavenly sense of direction

Flying us towards my celestial connection

Ivor Steven (c) March 2020

The Universe and My Backyard

 

The Universe and My Backyard

 

Outside alone, stoically I stand

Old toes gripping into cold sand

Here my lawn cover is sparse

But I see the universe in a blade of grass

 

Under my feet I feel our planet’s ground

Above I see a grey sky swirling around

As the sun hides behind trees and clouds

And my backyard garden grows lush and proud

 

Inside, I’m surrounded by a world of sound

Old fingers typing a rhyme of words yet to be found

As the studio rhythm inspires my pen to speak

And my writers haven is where dreams flow vivid and sweet

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020