Haiku: Treats
Eating cream doughnuts
And peanut butter with jam
Hots dogs in mustard
For my cousins in Philadelphia, dear, Terry, Maureen, and Ken. Thank you, love you all
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
My Thursday evenings, are a boys night out
As usual, we drank and chattered
Opinions on every general topic
No politics nor religion
We talk about important issues
Mainly, travel, music and sports
Lively banter, of who’s who
Any, this and thats
We know what matters
And how to save a world in tatters
Then I was asked about my trip
My adventures in New York
And the meeting of my cousins and their families
In the warmth of Philadelphia
Fondly, I mentioned my time there
With cousins Ken, Maureen and Terry
And of course, my special niece, Kerri
I explained how they thoroughly spoilt me
I said “Truly the best time of my life”
Slowly tears welled in my eyes
And my friends, saw the liquid joy in my heart
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Hello dear friends, readers and followers, again thank you all for being so supportive of my writings. Today, I’m Proud to say I’ve finished compiling my tenth Tullawalla Booklet of my Poems. I’m extremely happy with the standard of my poems in the booklet. I suppose my healthy recovery from my two Strokes, in December and January, and my subsequent glorious visit to see my loving cousins in Philadelphia, led to the overall joyful tone in my poems…. Again if you would like to purchase my booklet “Tullawalla, Dreams Of The Heart” please contact me through my site here, and we’ll arrange payment and delivery after making contact, and all donations I receive, go to the MS Charity shop, here in Geelong. You could search for me in Facebook/Messenger, via, Ivor Steven, Rollins Rd, Bell Post Hill, Victoria, Australia. …
Below, a few photos of some pages in the Booklet
And also, what I consider my best piece of writing I’ve done for a long time
Haiku: We Lost The Sea
Bridges of dreams crossed
The ocean and river spanned
Waters of love found
“Change Of Heart” Neil Young .. Lyrics
Life is confusing
Love is time bent
Hate is not worth using
Even as cement
To build your walls
That you hide behind
And not see over and it blows your mind
There’s hate there now
That never was
Love is waiting just because of you cause
There’s nothing sacred
A blind man said
I see your feelings inside my head
I can’t predict it, what happens next
I love a future I don’t expect
You fortune tellers
You take my hand
See what’s there, it shifts in sands
I had a change of heart
It was a change of heart
Just a change of heart
I was the ocean
Washed up here
I’m you’re emotions
I’m your fresh beard
So drink me up and laugh away
And let’s all continue another day
Maybe tomorrow our ship will come int
And we’ll set the sails for oblivion
Not so fast
Let’s not give up
Let’s not be angry
And spill the cup
Well I’m still drinking
And I’m feeling so high
My eyes are water now, let’s give it a try
Come on baby, I’m ready to rock
Give me all you’ve got
And then let’s talk
It’s a change of heart
I had a change of heart
Just a change of heart
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I stand here, in a rain filled pond
Leaning against the icy wind
Glazed eyes and I shiver
My boots are stuck in the muddy river
Ankle deep, in a chilly slush
Sheet ice numbing my toes
When will they finish my lane
Tired of walking through cold drains
The tadpoles are thriving again
Multiplying with the continual rain
My clothes are wet and stained
Walking beyond the puddles is a strain
These house-bound reins feel like chains
It’s time to defrost my frozen brain
Allow my pen to write within this frigid membrane
And tell the world, about life’s warm champagne
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
The name Dallas
Hangs proudly under my verandah
The name of our old family house
There’s only us cousins, who are left
We’re unsure as to where Dallas first came from
We do know that Dallas
Was uncle John’s middle name
But where did the name originate
It’s a family mystery to us now
There’s no other mention, anywhere in our family history
And the name has not been used again
The name Dallas, shall now remain
Hanging under my verandah
As a silent memorial to uncle John
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Haiku: Winter Rain
Chilling winter rains
Heavy fat drops of coldness
Spread by icy winds
Ivor Steven (c) 2019