"One Bird" (Theme of Everything's Everything) by Steven Ilchev, 2012

One Bird (Theme Of Everything's Everything)

By: Steven Ilchev, 2012

Not a moment too soon, 

that hot-air balloon 

of what we call ours,

the flight of loving's herons, 

would take off 

and off, it heralds the map of 

vineyard routes on a day 

so unshackled 

So promising forthwith, 

so taken with bubbles 

forever blown 

and expressed on a canvass 

by sharers unknown 

of the undeniable unsettling 

down there where dots join 

and adjourn all the fretting

Binocular wishbones, 

the shooting of stars, 

champagne supernova 

and blizzards, mudslides

defining and rummaging whatever 

it seems, 

beachwalk-aiding bagpipes 

theme-crawling union of dreams

And when it all replays for aeons unforeseen, 

it all elucidates all that has been

so whole, so rewarding, the picture of you, 

the soulmate whose soothing effect hollers true!

"Get Well, Lovely Monkey" by Steven Ilchev, 2012

Get Well, Lovely Monkey!
[Steven Ilchev, 2012]

Dedicated to my precious daughter
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Get well, lovely monkey, 
I love you more and more
You look at me kindly,
I don't know what for!

You have so much life and heart
That we all 

couldn't store in a life-time
If we put life on hold

And it is infectious,
Your genuine smile,
Your eye-twinkle rhapsody
That journeys for miles

Please know that you have
My arms when you're down
Together with mummy
We'll keep you on safe ground

For precious sweet monkeys
Must feel all content,
Growing freely and longing
For giggles heaven-sent

I love you, o Monkey,
A wonderful child,
I'm rooting for you
And I sense you have smiled.

"How Many Days Until Tomorrow?" by Steven Ilchev, 2012

How Many Days Until Tomorrow?
Steven Ilchev, 2012


Inspired by my beautiful daughter on Christmas Eve, 2012
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How many days until tomorrow? 
'Til every church-bell chimes our souls,
Until it all re-emphasises Christmas, 
And every sparkle photographs winterfalls? 

Until the sprinkling, tender souffle
Of the season's delicate little touch,
Like child's play innocently rumbles
And tumbles as if to curl so much

Around the homes of slight contentment
While skies they fade to whiteness mean,
Economic temperatures and boiling kettles
Correspond, so we have seen

And when I think of more tomorrows,
How many days until the following one?
How many huggles 'til we giddily wallow,
Not santising any fun?

How many match-sticks 'til flaming ball-points
Sky-autograph crimson dreamlands,
How many ice-skates to engrave us,
Initialled in the youthful trance?

For what time flies, it never withers
The playful you and the ones you teach
For what time strides, it never dithers,
It's timeless like your evergreen speech!