Spider’s Domain: Haiku
fernery spider
guardian of the garden
lord of the flowers
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
Spider’s Domain
Author: ivor20
G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer.
I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.
PDF Release of True Love, Spring 2020 Issue 16
Red Wolf Journal’s Spring Issue 2020, is now out, (including my poem Strings) and there’s a PDF link available for you to download, and the anthology “True Love” is a truly a wonderful read….
We are pleased to announce the release of the Spring 2020 Issue.
The poets with work in the True Love edition are:
Paula Bonnell
Jeff Burt
William Conelly
Joe Cottonwood
Judy DeCroce & Antoni Ooto
Ivo Drury
Edilson Ferreira
John Grey
Randel McCraw Helms
Christopher Hileman
J.I. Kleinberg
Kathleen Latham
Ron. Lavalette
Michael J Leach
Marie C Lecrivain
LindaAnn LoSchiavo
Karla Linn Merrifield
Barbara A Meier
Misky
Joseph Murphy
Nils Peterson
Diana Raab
Ivor Steven
Debi Swim
Mark Tulin
Alan Toltzis
Alan Walowitz
You may download a copy of the PDF release here.
True Love Spring 2020 Issue 16
You’re invited to submit to our new issue, titled Journeying. Read submission guidelines here. You may also find us over at the other site at Red Wolf Editions. Happy writing!
Irene Toh
Editor
Spring 2020
Promote Yourself Monday, March 2, 2020
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…..
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link 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.
The Communities Leap Of Faith. “Pako Festa”, Geelong
Over on Weekly Prompts, this weekend’s challenge is: Leap. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>HERE
Yesterday (Saturday), I went to Geelong’s annual Pako Festa event, a gathering, celebrating the colourful multicultural societies that live in harmony within Geelong’s community. These people who have come from all around the world, have taken a giant leap of faith to resettle their lives here in Geelong. There were over 25 different nationalities represent in the glorious parade, and I’ll let my photos below do all the talking today….. I hope there’s not too many photos, but as you can imagine the parade took well over an hour to go pass me !!
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
Leftover Dew
This a very old poem that I posted on ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’ yesterday’s ‘Throwback Friday’, and I’m posting again here on my site for you to read…
Leftover Dew
I know I’m far from perfect.
I make awful mistakes.
I know I’m overly loud.
I dominate and crowd.
I do have a big heart.
A soul so soft.
I do love to hold and to kiss.
To cuddle and caress.
I feel your reluctance.
Your barrier fence.
I feel like a fog over you.
Like the morning dew.
Will you ever need another?
Or love another.
Will you ever let me remain.?
Or look for me again.
“The Hosting Of The Shee”, Lyrics by The Waterboys
The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare
Caoilte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling: ‘Away, come away’
‘Away, come away, away, away’.The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare
Caoilte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling: ‘Away, come away’
‘Away, come away, away, away’.The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare
Caoilte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling: ‘Away, come away’
‘Away, come away, away, away’.
Our armsa-wave, our lips are apart
And if anything gaze on our rushing band
We come between him and the hope of his heart
We come between him and the deed of his hand.
The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare
Caoilte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling: ‘Away, come away’
‘Away, come away, away, away, away, away…’.
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2016
There’s a Heartbeat, Within Every Dream
The persistent rain, drizzling all week
The misty drops playing a gentle tune on our roof
Reminding our souls, how we exist softly meek
Remembering souls we’ve lost, we the leftover proof
The hovering clouds, hide thoughts of yesterday
The lifting fog, delivers today’s golden sunbeams
Reminding our hearts, why we love, why we stay
Remembering our every heartbeat, within every dream
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
Not So Wise, But My Size
The midweek challenge on Weekly Prompts is T-Shirt Wisdom. An interesting subject/prompt for me, as I am a bit of a T-shirt buyer when I’m on my trips away, and the below photos are from my collection of T-shirts……. And please go and visit the fabulous “Weekly Prompts” site by clicking >>HERE
Below: My China trip T-Shirts…
Below: My cruise to the New Caledonia Islands
Below: My cruise to New Zealand
Below: The trip to New York and Philadelphia, “Dreams of the Heart”
Below: Gifts from my sister-in-law when visiting Thailand
Below: My ‘Doctor Who’ T-Shirt…. & a gift from my Canadian uncle
Below: Leonard Cohen T-Shirts (Of course)
Below: “Hanne Kah”, from Germany, who I meet at a music venue in Geelong…. A Geelong Music Festival T-Shirt, from 5 years ago, and the T-Shirt my sister bought for me, when I got home hospital, in time for Christmas 2018….
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
Old Enough
Today’s Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge, from the Go Dog Go Cafe team: Write a piece of prose around the phrase: “I never want that again”, … Dear readers you are most welcome to join in the fun by clicking >> Here
Old Enough, – a Senryu
Three times is enough
I never want that again
I’m nearly too old
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, 25, 2020
The Go dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Prompt, all writers are most welcome….
Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.
The prompts are designed to be quick challengesthat can be written in 10 to 15minutes, inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting. Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support. All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate. Feel free to share this post on yourown blogs and/or Facebook.
Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose around the phrase: “I never want that again”
Happy Writing!
Jigsaw, A Thousand Pieces
Jigsaw, A Thousand Pieces
Life can be a giant jigsaw turntable
The jumbled picture of a unique fable
Connected by shared oblique faces
Made up of a thousand little pieces
That have run a thousand different races
Curving around thousands of warm embraces
Thousands of handshakes and well wishes
Thousands of hello and goodbye kisses
Thousands of friendly smiles
Thousands of ups and downs along bumpy miles
Thousands of grieving fears
Thousands of emotional tears
Thousands of tears we do weep
Thousands of kisses go deep
Accepting patience and persistence
Gradually pieces start falling into place
Time heals those missing ones in grace
And finally the jigsaw falls into place
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 