Best Ivor Poems
When climbing up the tree of life,
Strong branches we must find.
When some of them don’t bear our weight,
We’re sometimes left behind.
The branch we grasp to meet our needs,
May bend back to the ground.
Alas we find, what looked so strong,
May bring us tumbling down.
We have to live by our mistakes,
And learn by every one.
Our failures mean we have to try,
To change the way we’ve gone.
For every time that we succeed,
There’s more times that we loose.
But losing makes us wiser souls,
And helps the way we choose.
Our life’s a maze, with many paths,
That none may walk the same.
No wonder that we take wrong turns,
When walking down life’s lane.
So carry proudly all your scars,
You won when you went wrong.
They helped you find your own true way,
It’s them that make you strong.
Now take these lessons, taught by life,
And help all others see,
That they must make their own mistakes,
When climbing up life’s tree.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
ivor, life
Form:
Rhyme
I thought that I should never be
as old as folks as old as me,
for in my youth the time of day
moved so much slower on its way.
But youth can be a wondrous thing
that hides the truth of living’s sting,
that birth must surely lead to death
from babe’s first cry to final breath.
For time flows past at different rate
it never ever stops to wait,
however time decides to go
mankind must follow fast or slow.
Of course when measured on the clock
the time when tide will wash each rock
can be defined specifically,
but time defies this guarantee.
The speed of youth makes time go slow
as youngsters race to stem its flow.
Slow pace of age can speed time’s drift
as with our memories we shift.
So tide and time I fear my friends
are never constant in their trends,
you’ll find as you meet each new day
a little time has slipped away!
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
ivor, time,
Form:
Rhyme
I don’t know why I’m feeling down
but sadness fills my heart,
my breathing’s slow, my mind’s withdrawn,
this mood will not depart.
I have not got the energy
that usually fills my life,
I want to sit and rest my soul
from all my daily strife.
There’s no particular reason
why just now I feel this way,
a lethargy just fills my thoughts,
I’d like to drift away.
To lands I knew on far off shores
where sunshine warmed my day,
when I lay on the golden sand
just passing time away.
I feel that I should meditate
to try to clear my mind
and listen to my inner self
to see what I can find.
The reason for this mood I’m in
is slowly coming clear,
it’s others linking with my soul,
I feel that friends are near.
Their presence I hold dearly
so a little time I’ll find
to sit with them a moment
while they nestle in my mind.
To share their love of living
I am joined with them as one
for the peace that they are bringing
is much warmer than the sun.
So the mood I thought was sadness
was a quietness of my soul,
I’d mistook the gentle presence
of the one’s who’d joined the whole.
They’d a lesson for my feelings,
though I thought that I was down,
in my mind I’d been mistaken
it was inner peace I’d found.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
ivor, emotions, friendship, how i
Form:
Rhyme
There are:
Those that’s false
And those that’s real
~
Those who earn
And those who steal
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Those who frown
And those who grin
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Those who lose
And those who win
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Those who love
And those who hate
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Those what’s early
Those what’s late
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Those what’s dirty
Those what’s clean
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Those who’s generous
Those who’s mean
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Those who come
And those who go
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Those what’s fast
And those what’s slow
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Those that rise
And those that fall
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Those with nothing
Those with all
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Those who run
And those who walk
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Those who listen
Those who talk
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Those who save
And those who spend
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Those what borrow
Those what lend
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Those in heaven
Those in hell
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Those who buy
And those who sell
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Those that whisper
Those that shout
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Those who believe
And those who doubt
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Those with friends
And those with foes
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Those with joys
And those with woes
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Those that’s young
And those that’s old
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Those that’s scared
And those that’s bold
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Those who break
And those who make
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Those that give
And those that take
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Those who’s heavy
Those who’s light
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Those that read
And those that write
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Those that’s nasty
Those that’s nice
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Those like fire
And those like ice
Those who’s calm
And those who’s wild
~
Those who’s adult
And those who’s child
~
Those who succeed
And those who fail
~
Those who’s female
Those who’s male
~
Those who’s mums
And those who’s dads
~
Those who’s girls
And those who’s lads
~
Those who’s fat
And those who’s thin
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Those who sink
And those who swim
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Those that’s selfish
Those that care
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Those who’s bald
And those with hair
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Those with less
And those with more
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Those who’s wealthy
those who’s poor
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Those who quit
And those who try
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Those who’s wet
And those who’s dry
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Those who’s clever
Those who’s thick
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Those who’s healthy
Those who’s sick
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Those who laugh
And those who cry
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Those who live
And those who die
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And those who go that extra mile
To write a verse to make you smile!
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
ivor, people,
Form:
Couplet
Can I kiss a Catholic
or a Muslim or a Jew,
A Buddhist or an Atheist,
a Sikh or a Hindu?
Can I share their faith with them
and not condemn my soul,
To eternal persecution
in the Devil’s deepest hole?
Can I offer love to those
who are not always straight.
Who’s love is shared with their own sex
or either kind of mate?
If so, am I a pervert
who can’t pass through heaven’s gate,
is it true that love can lead to hell
as surely as can hate?
Can I really lead a life
rejecting all I find
that meet the inner feelings
that have formed within my mind?
Is it true that I’ve no right to choose
the things I want to do,
but just accept I must conform
to things that can’t be true?
If this is so, I’ll tell you,
then this life is really hell,
the Devil’s won already
we are bound within his spell.
But I’m sure that God Almighty
is around for All Mankind,
whatever path we follow
or whatever love we find.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
ivor, caregiving, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
Breathing Life
When all about you crumbles
and life becomes a chore,
when despair and desperation
leave you empty to the core.
When there is no point in living
and you wish that you were dead
there is no one that can wake you
from depression’s hopeless bed.
When every straw you grasp at
seems to snap off in your hand
and every step you’re taking
meets with ever shifting sand.
When you soul has sunk to levels
where it’s lost the will feel
it is hard to then distinguish
what is false and what is real.
To seek your resurrection
from this darkness into light
you must struggle for direction
as you rise towards the light.
At first it’s just a glimmer
like the hopefulness of dawn,
but as the sun gets brighter
it will help to keep you warm.
It’s a long and tedious journey
and it never has an end,
but becomes less of a burden
as you stem the downward trend.
Should sadness comes to haunt you
let life wash its waves away
immersing you with feelings
of new hope in every day.
When all about you crumbles
and life becomes a chore,
it takes courage, strength and effort
to make life worth living for.
But when risen from the ashes
like the Phoenix from the Flame
you can once again start breathing
and enjoy your life again.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
ivor, depression, lifelife, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Where have I been, what have I done,
what have I lost, what have I won.
I do not really care at all,
unless my back’s against a wall.
For I am happy to be free
and do whatever pleases me.
Some people are not free at all
and live their lives ‘against a wall’.
No hope in life for them you see,
by circumstance, they can’t be free.
Suppressed by things they can’t control,
their life becomes hell’s darkest hole.
If you think freedom is a choice,
try saying this without a voice.
Where death awaits if you cry out
and you mourn friends who tried to shout.
This is the place some have their home,
where freedom has no place to roam.
I’ll not define these captive’s chains
for they all come by many names.
The things that most all think are free
are not all what they seem to be.
For others may not have a choice
....deprived of liberty and voice.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
ivor, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
Feeding Mankind
We have to kill each other,
it's determined in our genes.
We have to maim and slaughter
to fulfil inherent dreams.
Fools believe man carries
a peaceful heart of sorts,
they look through rosy glasses
and never see the warts.
If everyone was equal
and needed nothing more
we'd still seek out a reason
to start a bloody war.
If nobody went hungry
had food for all their needs,
Mankind would go on killing
for on killing Mankind feeds.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
ivor, life, people, war
Form:
Rhyme
I found myself sitting in a circle of chairs,
With people about me, some saying their prayers.
For family and friends who’d completed life’s stay,
To continue the journey, on their spiritual way.
The people around me weren’t gloomy or grim.
As they talked of their loved ones, they all seemed to grin.
They joked of the times they had shared here on earth,
And spoke of the things they’d achieved since their birth.
I settled my mind and relaxed, don’t you see,
I was here to help others, and not just for me.
While drifting, not thinking, and floating around,
I felt that my being was raised from the ground.
Then slowly and calmly the thoughts flooded in,
And words started filling my head, just for him.
I knew that these memories were his, not for me,
Of a beautiful woman in that misty sea.
I asked him if he could remember the time,
When we met at a bus stop, both waiting in line.
Then, as fate would have it, we caught the same bus,
And from that day onward, we both became ‘us’.
His face started beaming, the love shone out clear,
I think that he knew then, ‘that death had no fear’.
He choked as he answered and tears flowed quite free,
And said, “Yes I do love”, not speaking to me.
This story is one from so many I hold,
I could tell you lots more about other good souls.
Just remember when heartache will not set you free,
That friends are reborn, it’s just that we don’t see.
The spirit within us must travel its way,
It comes to the ‘earth plain’, to grow, love and play.
And when time is destined, must then make its way.
To the place where we’ll all meet one wonderful day.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
ivor, death, faith, friend, moving
Form:
Rhyme
Seeing is Believing
Souls and spirits come our way
but very few will let them stay,
for most could never bear the shame
of being classified insane.
So even those who know it's true
that dead folk can be living too,
convince themselves that they are wrong
so they can sing 'accepted' song.
Every faith of every creed
is grown from just a single seed,
the one that says that life goes on
when all our earthly time has gone.
And most proclaim beyond the grave
the souls of their disciples gave,
proof positive that they survive
and beyond death they're still alive.
But say that you have seen dead folk
and most will think that you're a joke,
imagination running wild
they'll treat you like a stupid child.
The parson and the parish priest
will tell you, you can't see deceased
and some will go as far to say
it's devils work, you must not play!
But simple folk like you and me
all have ability to see
the ones who walked this way before
the ones who most folk just ignore.
The joy of meeting closest friends
the joy of love that never ends
the joy of knowing in your heart
that friends survive when they depart.
Surly this is worth the pain
of hearing some say you're insane.
Open your eyes, your ears and mind
and then believe the things you find.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
ivor, friendship, religion, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Poetry
In poetry the words impart
where muse has touched a poet’s heart.
Not only those who speak in verse
but all who share in poet’s curse.
It matters not if words don’t rhyme
as long as each and every line
has words that flow with perfect ease
and rhythm that our ears will please.
The stories that these words must tell
should capture souls within their spell.
Outpourings from a poet’s pen
help guide the paths of mortal men.
For words passed on by poet’s muse
are strands of knowledge that they choose
to share with all who care to read
the wisdom of their planted seed.
A poet’s words, when thus enthused,
become the vessel that is used
to place within the minds of men
the words of those who guide his pen.
Words meant to fall like gentle rain,
or storms that rage within man’s brain.
In poetry these words impart
where muse has touched a poet’s heart.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
ivor, on writing and wordswords,
Form:
Rhyme
Universal Law
’like attracts like’
All around in ethereal space,
Blend thoughts of mutual souls.
Combined to form the unities,
That merge to make the ‘whole’.
But many mansions has this land,
With levels far and near.
Unwritten laws of ‘like on like’,
Keep all in order here.
Amoeboid like, these mansions flow,
With new life born within.
Engulfing others in their fold,
All those who will ‘fit in’.
Through different levels all souls pass,
The one that we live here,
Is the spirit’s learning ground,
Where souls feel joy and fear.
When life has run, your soul returns,
It’s drawn back to a place.
Where you will share the wisdom gained,
While running in life’s race.
So if in life you’ve truly learned,
The meaning meant for all.
In peace you will return fulfilled,
If not, you’ll sure to fall.
Some mansions will bring perfect peace,
While others are real hell.
Depends on what you made of life,
In which one you will dwell.
For ‘like on like’, remains the law,
When searching for the ‘whole’.
For where you find yourself in life,
Is where you’ll find your soul.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
ivor, life, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
The poetry I never wrote
fades on the wings of time,
but somewhere deep within my heart
is etched each single line.
It haunts me as a silent ghost
as fleeting memories fail,
but on my soul forevermore
its sentiments prevail
.
Though never meant for me to share
it guides my every day,
and touches everyone I meet
as I pass on my way.
Not everything I see or hear
will shape the way I stride,
but poetry inscribed by life
will always be my guide.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
ivor, introspection, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Christmas day now over,
The turkeys now all dead.
While the bloated celebrators
Sleep their gorging off in bed.
No matter what it cost them.
(Though it cost the turkeys more),
They’d enjoyed the Christmas spirit
They’d invited through their door.
With plastic in their wallets
To finance their spending spree,
They ensured that all they’d purchased
Was on show for all to see.
They let family, friends and colleagues
Know what Christmas really means,
That by spending, spending, spending
You can purchase all your dreams.
Alas for all tomorrows
They may have to scrimp and save,
While the lucky Christmas turkeys
All lie peaceful in their graves!
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
ivor, christmas, boxing day,
Form:
Rhyme
The silver chord of life it’s true,
though seldom seen by me or you,
connects our body to our soul
and joins our spirit to the whole.
A glimpse of it we all can see
when silver waters flow quite free
with happiness straight from the heart,
or love so strong with tears we part.
Again, in times of heartfelt strife,
you see the chord that gives us life
as silver streams pour down our cheeks
as sadness from our soul now leaks.
These waters flow to heal our pain,
to ease the burdens of life’s game.
They clear the pathways for the soul,
a silver chord that joins the whole.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
ivor, happiness, heart, love, sad,
Form:
Rhyme