My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn(Revised)

This midweek’s challenge was meant to be the word Narrow, but someone beat us to the post, so we’ve gone with the opposite and used the word BROAD!  Please go over and visit the “Weekly Prompts” fabulous site by clicking >>Here.  Below, my unusual and overly broad poem, has both ‘narrow’ and ‘broad’ within the contentious meaning of my poem…..

 

My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn

 

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 (c)  Feb 2020

My Broken Mast

The midweek challenge on Weekly Prompts is Inconvenience Stores. But I’m only going with word “Inconvenience”, and I’ve written a poem here, about a fallen branch from a big tree, at a birthday party that I attended on Sunday. The big branch coming down was of a slight inconvenience to the party goers, or were we selfishly thinking of ourselves, and not thinking of the “inconvenience” the damaged tree was feeling …….. again a timely reminder, of how “we think wrongly”, that we might be in charge of our planet earth !!  Please go over and visit “Weekly Prompts” fabulous site, by clicking >> Here

 

 

My Broken Mast

 

Yesterday, a sudden stormy gale

Ripped through my leafy sail

And tore my oldest branch down

Crashing onto the ground

 

Leaving my main mast, hurtfully marred

A long open wound, and I’m painfully scarred

Mother, will dry my weeping tears

And I’ll recover to live another thirty years

 

Fatefully, my debris fell safely

All my owners guests escaped injury

And I left their ship damage free

Tomorrow they’ll clear my messy sea

Then rest under the shade of me

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020

Melody & Poetry

Here’s a poem I’ve written for ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’s’,  Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge. Today’s prompt: Write a story or poem that ends with the phrase “he shredded her dreams in dignified air of victory”

Friday evening I attended my first ever Melody and Poetry event at the Analogue Academy & Gallery. The new and interesting night developed into thoroughly enjoyable show, for both the musicians and poets. The poem I recited was “Lost On The River” , here’s the link >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2019/06/30/lost-on-the-river/

Melody and Poetry

 

The Gallery’s been darkened

And the room’s illuminated by faerie lights

The Melody and Poetry event begins

On stage, there’s a piano player and guitarist

Improvising their music, to each poet’s readings

And the enthusiastic crowd sings along

To the sheets of printed words

And the poet’s recital is resonating vividly

As he shredded her dreams

In a dignified air of victory

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020

My Bird Feeder

This week’s midweek challenge on ‘Weekly Prompts’ is: BIRD FEEDERS.  Please go and visit the fabulous “Weekly Prompts” site by clicking >> Here  

I don’t own a bird feeder as such, but I suppose my verandah roof acts as my permanent bird feeder.  Seeds from my neighbours trees seem to naturally end up landing on my verandah roof. The birds can be quite noisy feathered friends, as they clatter around on my verandah. … but while they are busily chomping seeds on my roof, the birds are forgetting to feast on my ripe ‘Rapunzel Cherry Tomatoe’ bush, and some of my readers, might remember what happens to those who steal from ‘Tomatoe Bush’, for a reminder, you can peruse at this link to that post >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/03/27/how-many-books-do-i-take-on-the-cruise/ …….”BEWARE”…….

Featured Image Above: My verandah roofer, the birds feeding area…!!

Below: My 9ft tall Rapunzel Cherry Tomatoe Bush, higher than the guttering.

 

Below Left: The cherry tomatoe crop              Right: Tomatoes in my Asian salad

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020

 

 

Five Shades of Grey (Revised)

This weekend the Word/Photo Challenge for the monthly Colour Challenge, and for February the colour is Grey! (gray)… If you wish to join in the fun, go over and visit the Weekly Prompt’s site, by clicking >> Here

Today, I’ve attached two photos of our friendly grey marsupials, the Kangaroo’s and Koala’s. I’m afraid most of our marsupials have suffered massive losses during the horrendous bushfires this summer…..but I’m happy to report that most of the fire affected areas, have received significant amounts of rain today……and so my revised poem “Five Shades of Grey” is suitably appropriate for today’s welcome weather conditions…..

 

Five Shades of Grey

 

Daylight turns into night

Ravens scatter in mid-flight

Dark clouds overlay

Into five shades of grey

Thor’s hammer roars

His spark of fire, soars

Fiercely a flaming bolt strike’s

Piercing frightened psyches

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020

What Is Your Name

The midweek Word/Photo Challenge is on the concept of HOME CRAFTS. Please go over and visit their fabulous site, “Weekly Prompts”, by clicking >> HERE

Today I have chosen my recent home hobby, of growing succulents in pots, and below is my interesting abstract poem, “What Is Your Name”…. Here-in lies my problem, I do not know any of their names… So below, I have number the plants 1. to 10.  , and if there is any keen gardeners out there, that know their succulents, I would really appreciate your feedback…..starting with the plant in the featured image above….

Plant 1.                                               Plant 2.

Plant 3.                                                Plant 4.

Plant 5.                                             Plant 6.

 

Plant 7.                                              Plant 8.

Plant 9.                                                                          Plant 10.

 

 

What Is Your Name 

 

Oh, my darling young one

Your skin, so silky smooth

Oh, what is your name

Your pastel tones, so divine

Oh, will you stand here beside me

Your internal beauty captures my heart

Oh, my house is your home

Your eternal life, would grow and blossom

Oh, will my nurturing expose your soft soul

Your exquisite flower, a lovers reward

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020

Worms, Ants and Zombies

This midweek’s word/photo challenge from the Weekly Prompts site is: ZOMBIE REALITY. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>Here

Worms, Ants and Zombies

 

I’m under a dome, inside a barn

A giant steel worm farm

Crawling with thousands of ants

Wearing drab skirts and pants

Some are dazed, dumbfounded like me

Others stride out bold and carefree

Seeking their worm’s tunnel

Walking down an endless funnel

Where the guzzling worms stop and go

Slurping ants up, riding to and fro

Oh no, which steel worm to catch

Before the grinding worm halts, to hatch

Unfazed, into a mysterious iron-belly I jump

The giant worm rattles at every bump

Rolling through underground passages

And all the ants are reading messages

Heads down, looking at antenna screens

With their vacant Zombie eyes of red beams

I quietly ask one, “where do I get off this worm”

It snapped, “You’re asked the wrong germ! “

Suddenly I’ve a gurgling feeling of fear

And I must escape, before It bites off my ears

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020