Witty Butterfly

Thank you Yonnie:

Haiku…Witty Butterfly

via Haiku…Witty Butterfly

 

singing butterfly

decrees, have my wings and fly

join me in the sky

-Ivor

Special thanks to Mr. Energizer, himself, for dedicating and honoring me with my First Haiku.

I’m truly excited, humbled and grateful. Your such a wonderful friend, encouraging and supportive.

Ivor posted the Haiku in the comment section, after reading my post Witty Butterfly Post. I was eluded. Ivor’s Creative Poetic Charm flourishes with so much joy.

Witty…Butterfly

Thanks again Ivor,

Yonnie💜

InHisCare

 

 

Eating Our Own Waste

Is It only me ?

that feels this way

my thoughts gushing out to sea

without knowing what to say

 

our world is being flushed

down the sewer drain

water-rat politicians eating leftover crusts

every-time our dying clouds rain

 

never ending, poisoning of the bays

strangling plastic bags

suffocating polystyrene trays

wrapped in bloody newspaper flags

 

animals killed by our waste

governments retain their ego for greed

T.V. and press reports, via copy and paste

while our planet’s going to seed

 

are we trying our best ?

for the creatures in need

stop, this shitting, on our own nest

how much more can the oceans bleed ?

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

 

White Clouds Over Forest Floor Snail Trails

 

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White Clouds Over Forest Floor Snail Trails

 

I remember the days well

When I could hear the ringing of bluebells

And the horizon, was an aqua clear skyline

Splashed with drifting, pristine shrines

The fertile ranges, enriched by His grapevines

Growing on posts and wires, green living enzymes

Now everywhere, there’s poles, cables and yellow floodlights

Feeding hungry digital mealtimes, instead of stargazers under the moonlight

Oh, to again see clouds glide with full white sails

Moving slow enough to observe, a forest floor’s snail trails

Ivor Steven (c) July 2019

Sleeping Beauty

I’ve a lady visiting, on my bed

Relaxed and snoring, all spread

Friendly, and in her own way beautiful

Cuddly and always an armful

I’m grateful to have her here

Beside me, I adore her soft ears

Lovingly listening to my heartbeat

As she lays there on my feet

Undemanding, a gracious sleeping beauty

Attending to her daily needs, is my happy duty

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

By The Waters Edge, (Tullawalla)

In reply to CalmKate’s, Friday Foto Fun Prompt;  Uprooted    << Click to view Kate’s site…..

By The Waters Edge, (Tullawalla)

 

Above: The home I lived in, growing up.  Above Right: My bachelor’s pad, a first floor apartment

 

Above: Our home, Carole & I, shared for the next 37 years of togetherness. until her passing

 

Above: Were I rented for 3 years, with a lady called Sue.  Above Right: The next year I boarded here.

 

Above:  The old Tullawalla & the new Tullawalla, Mum & Dad’s, holiday house, and then their retirement home. Me and my brother (Danny) lived there for 6 months, at the end of 2016. And then at start of 2017, I moved my present home.

 

Above: My home today, the front view, and the back courtyard and verandah

By The Waters Edge, (Tullawalla)

 

I’m in an isolation cabin

Like a waiting mosquito larva

Ready to burst

Surrounded by sand and sea

And a river mouth

Tidal and free

And I share my daily bread

A piece for you, for her, for them

Thoughts of you

I dream of now, and then

I see your flowered coffin

 

I’m tangled in a cocoon

Like an angry dragon-fly

Begging to break free

Surrounded by water-grass and weed

Tea-tree and Dunes, far as the eye can see

And a garden bed

Grown from seed

And I share my weekly menu

A piece for you, for her, for them

Thoughts of you

I stare down upon a fallen brave

I see your flowered cave

 

 

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

The Sun Never Sets

Imagining distant horizons and red sunsets

Visualising vast oceans and blue skies

Dreaming words of hello’s and goodbye’s

Writing down emotions, that I see beyond these scenes

 

Why do I write ?

Could it be an ego thing

Who do I write for ?

Anyone that is listening

Does she hear me too ?

I’d like to speculate so

What do I write ?

Ideas that seep from my heart

But, what do I write about ?

The subjects that matter

 

What matters to me ?

To love the living soul of our planet

Honour the love we give

Adore the love we receive

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

 

 

I Do Thee Shine

I’m sitting here remembering the good times. my dad was a gentle and loving man, and I’ve been a fortunate son. Maybe this old poem depicts how I’ve been feeling, over the last few days. Sorry dear readers for not being so diligent as usual   ……

 

I Do Thee Shine

 

When I was little and young.

“Your heart will always shine” Said Mum.

When I grew up, a know-all teenager.

Head strong, and an all-night rager.

“Your love of life will shine through” Said Dad.

Later on I married, so happy and glad.

Suddenly, one spring, MS touched her bad.

The shining dulled and time turned sad.

Dad said, “Your heart shone through”.

And Mum said, “Her Star will always shine on you”.

My Star, my Dad and Mum, you are my spine.

For you, I do thee shine.

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Leonard Cohen… Lyrics

“To A Teacher”

[Dedicated to A. M. Klein (1909-1972)]

Hurt once and for all into silence.
A long pain ending without a song to prove it.
Who could stand beside you so close to Eden,
When you glinted in every eye the held-high
razor, shivering every ram and son?
And now the silent loony bin, where
The shadows live in the rafters like
Day-weary bats,
Until the turning mind, a radar signal,
lures them to exaggerate
Mountain-size on the white stone wall
Your tiny limp.
How can I leave you in such a house?
Are there no more saints and wizards
to praise their ways with pupils,
No more evil to stun with the slap
of a wet red tongue?
Did you confuse the Messiah in a mirror
and rest because he had finally come?
Let me cry Help beside you, Teacher.
I have entered under this dark roof
As fearlessly as an honoured son
Enters his father’s house.