Paradise Beach
on and on we must go
we the mighty who dare
to venture above and beyond
our drab old vaudeville show
join the journey of discovery
out there in search of the Milky Way
swim on our universe’s distant shores
where there’s sure to be a stellar star
completely made of compassion
held together by oceans full of love
our beach, a united paradise
one nation, within our reach
Ivor Steven (c) July 2020
Blue Yonder (A Dual Haiku)
Travellers back pack
The journey man’s companion
Australian true blue
On and on we go
We the mighty do venture
Above and beyond
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020.
Today I was struggling for a title and the wording of my 2nd line, but after a chat with a friend of mine, a well known poet, who’s, “Living on the equator and longing for snow”. and she inadvertently inspired me, to come up with the title, and complete my second line….
There’s a Penguin In My Courtyard
my courtyards a frozen pond
cold enough for a penguin
shrouds of ice lay upon the ground
and a crisp sharpness cuts the sound
of the birds unthawed songs of silence
as fernery fronds curl in glaciated defiance
and in the corner there’s a frostbitten spider’s web
while frigidly rigid is the succulent flower bed
above there’s the sun’s ambient saffron disc
the dawn’s prediction that golden days do exist
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
The Weekend Challenge on Weekly Prompts is, Scenic. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here … Below is my photographic article in response to the prompt…
My Scenic Saturday
After writing my daily poem in the morning, I then pottered around in my courtyard garden, however my fingers were becoming frozen from the frosty dawn, and I decided to delay the potting, until after going out for my usual Saturday coffee and cafe visit, to the scenically rural Box Office Cafe. The above photos are from my lunchtime visit today. The winter sun was starting to warm me up, and on viewing my photos, you’ll understand, (maybe), why I frequent this quaint and rustic establishment….
It was definitely a lot warmer when I arrived home. Last week a friend of mine made me two wall hanging racks out old wooden pallets. I hung them up during the week, and today was my day to fill the two pallets with plants… The below photos, were taken after I finished the potting and planting…. and I’m very pleased with the gorgeous ”scenic” outlook of my small but vibrant courtyard…
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
Here I’ve written a Haiku Trio, a poem consisting of three haiku stanzas
*Please note, the above photos, are scanned images, from the book in my personal library, called “Close To Nature”, by John Landy
Under Pressure
Bitter is the clown
A broken pepper stays down
Anger’s every town
Flames leap all around
Burning bridges to the ground
Hatred is the sound
High above the clouds
Songs echo under pressure
Screaming for new air
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020.
This mystical faerie poem was inspired by, Derrick Knights intriguing “Hedgerow Fairies” article from his site on May 21st …https://derrickjknight.com/2020/05/21/hedgerow-fairies/ …. and a big thank you to Derrick for granting me permission to use his lovely “Fairy” photos here…..
The Faeries Of Fry’s Lane
Walking down Fry’s Lane
Sheltering from the misty rain
I did spy among the hedgerow berries
A frollick of mystical faeries
Like iridescent glowing canaries
A fluttering of night-time luminaries
Trying not to disturb their magical home
I quietly asked them, “Are you all alone”
The faeries laughed and danced
They replied, “Your vision is by perchance
and your dreams may turn to stone
if you wish for a golden throne”
Suddenly the glittering sands of time
Illuminating the faeries wings of rhyme
Begun jumping off the falling star
And the faeries quickly flew back to their green Avatar
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
Dragons And Faeries
My dragon flew me to New York
His scaly tail was singed
By the stoic statue’s torch
As we were landing, upon Central Park
And in the city’s mystical forest I stood
Amongst strawberry fields and woods
Atop the plaque of my dreams
I imagined, how life should’ve been
My naked soul, a vision unseen
I have a dream, like John’s world
Togetherness, love pristine
The apple uneaten
And the snake shyly beaten
I see peace, within evil’s tiredness
Burnt-out flames, of the devil’s nakedness
Leaving us life’s, leftover ashes
Then the peace dove shall arise from the ruins
And the lost faeries, will return as humans
Ivor Steven (c) May 2019
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The above photos, are of mine & dad’s, colourful and spectacular Day Lily, which is now in full bloom. Personally this plant is the King of my garden, and he was originally my dad’s pride and joy, and I rescued the Day Lily from my parents homestead in Ocean Grove, (“Tullawalla”), and of course I enjoy a strong spiritual connection with this lovely flower, especially this time of the year, as the Day Lily blooms to coincide with the anniversary of my dad’s birthday, eleven days ago…..
Day Lily, Love and Another Year
Upon my pillow I sleep.
Good morning, I do peek.
From the cushion of my dreams.
To my yard’s radiating beams.
Of blushing red hues, oh so bright.
You flower during the night.
And after cuddling the dew.
You open up your scenic view.
Blooming, standing proud and steep.
Vivid perfection at my feet.
A glorious Lily, like wings of a dove.
And by day you air your love.
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
During the last 3 weeks, I’ve been fortunate to receive a number new books for me to read. In the photos below, the first 3 books, are the ones I’m looking forward to reading soon, and the bottom 3 books, are the one’s that have my poems published in them.
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
A Red Bouquet
The dawn sky’s a misty red
Mirroring my eyes, etched edges of red
T’was my dad’s anniversary yesterday
And I didn’t go to visit her, during the day
She adored dad, my darling redhead
So best I vacate this lonely bed
And select her some blooms from my flowerbed
My courtyard’s a sea of dazzling reds
A vivacious Begonia, called a Dragon Wing Red
Our gifted Geranium, glows a deep ruby red
And dad’s Day Lily, is a glossy red
I’ll create a bright red bouquet from the three
And place the flowers in our vase under her tree
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
