life is indeed both beautiful
and painful
we experience caring repairs
and shattering tears
free to roam
then stood upon
a loving home
or an empty tomb
cold and lonesome
a rotting piece of honeycomb
shriveling in a nursing-home
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Today is the final day of voting
Dear Readers,
I am thrilled to announce my nomination for Spillwords Author of the Month! This is an immense honour, and I am truly humbled, both by the support I have received from the Spillwords Editorial Team over the years, and of course from every single person who reads and shows appreciation for my words.
For those having difficulties with the “Vote” link .. Here it is again
>> https://spillwords.com/vote/
Vote for Author/Publication of the Month at Spillwords.com
Spillwords.com Voting Page, where Spillwords Press Members can submit their vote for Author of the Month and Publication of the Month.
Est. reading time
2 minutes
Best of luck with the process for those wishing to having a vote …
Thanks
Ivor
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
I hardly ever leave my house
Answering the phone is a pain
I cringe like a mouse
In the spotlight again
I feel anxious and threatened
A load of trash blocks my way
The door slams shut every split second
I sit in my chair, am I here to stay?
I hear a cold Autumn wind blow
Rustling leaves against the window-pane
I cannot stop the noise and it has begun to snow
Falling began long ago, who is here to stop the rain?
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Dear Readers,
This morning I am thrilled to announce my nomination for Spillwords Author of the Month! This is an immense honour, and I am truly humbled, both by the support I have received from the Spillwords Editorial Team over the years, and of course from every single person who reads and shows appreciation for my words.
All of the writers nominated are hugely talented, and I offer my congratulations to every one of them on their nominations!
If you wish to show your support by voting, you can do so by visiting this Spillwords Link >>https://spillwords.com/vote/ Voting is open now until March 29th. I thank you all for your support and encouragement over the years.
Ivor …
a Leonard Cohen song for the occasion
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Over at “Go Dog Go Cafe’s, Throwback Friday”, I presented my poem “Crooked Ways” which I wrote 3 years ago …
I originally wrote this in January 2019, (today I have revised and updated the poem) The piece is from when I was home recovering from my second stroke, and before I unfortunately suffered my third stroke in early February
I’m not to be told, how to live my life
It’s now a decade since having lost my wife
I’m not a great philosopher
Nor a modern fashion writer
I’m not a sprightly young surfer
I’ve no money to buy a new carrier
Too old to be a toiling plumber
And these days I prefer to pen poetry
Some say your never too old
Whatever, I shall always be bold
With my plans to reach for the stars
And continue to travel my crooked ways
Ivor Steven (c) June 2018
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m…
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“As a poet, sometimes we confuse ourselves, Trying to create ashes, instead of fire ” – Loenard Cohen
I wrote this poem for “Go Dog Go Cafe’s , Make It Happen Thursday”, please go over and visit our fabulous site by clicking >> Here http://godoggocafe.com/2022/03/24/make-it-happen-thursday-8/
Sharpen Those Pencils
I like to write with a HB lead pencil
I enjoy the earthy feel of wood in my fingers
And the soft touch of carbon upon paper
During sharpening time, my mind ponders
About the origins of those timber shavings
And the history behind the carbon slithers
These tiny trival objects all evoke thoughts
Then the thoughts instigate words in my mind
And simply like that, my writing process begins
I never retire without my note-pad nearby
And a lead pencil as my trusty writing scribe
Sometimes heavy, other times light
A necessary sword to fight off a dark night
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
There are good clowns and bad clowns
In yesterday’s nightmare, a big bad clown
Trampled everyone in my friend’s hometown
He wore a big Red nose and a big sad frown
Destroying every peaceful thing around
When his big red shoes kicked the ground
The world’s worst fears were then found
To be in the hands of a bad Russian clown
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Pitch Black, War Limericks Are Not Fun”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/pitch-black-war-limericks/
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
The harsh baltic winds
Whistle through frozen borders
Destroying old trees
And crushing dead Ukraine leaves
Then depart as Russian thieves
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 