Walking barren pastures of sand
With only detergent hands
Old arms are empty of nature’s seeds
I only see, future investment greed
And history’s lessons, are hard to understand
When we’re taught, disrespect by corporate bands
Who only extinguish life, and fracture our lands
Instead of regenerating our planet’s, last stand
Ivor Steven (c) October 2019
Dear Readers, come and join me at “Go Dog Go Cafe’s”, Promote Yourself Monday
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.
The Last Chicane
I’ve been climbing every rung
Even the broken ones unsung
I’ve played every sad song
Even when the words were wrong
I felt my bird fly away
Even though her nest stays here today
I’ve praised my swan’s eternal flight
Even through the hardest fights
I’m listening to the bells chiming
Even above lyrics that aren’t rhyming
I’m beginning to flutter my wings again
Even after missing the last chicane
I’m preparing for the next equestrian
Even tasting potions of bubbling champagne
Ivor Steven (c) October 2019
Hello dear readers, and dear Sue(Nan’s Farm-Inside Out)…. here I am on the beach, yeah !! yes a long 18 months since I’ve been able to feel the warm sand between my toes…. not hot enough for swim yet, but I could smell the fresh sea air…… In my excitement I took all of these photos (and More). The sun was shining and it was a pleasant 23’C.
Eastern Beach, on Corio Bay The Geelong Yacht Club
Ivor with the famous Bollards** More of the sculptured Bollards**
The enclosed beach area within the perimeter of the promenade
Some views as I was walking around the promenade
The salt-water pool, where Ivor learnt to swim (55 years ago)
Yachts on Corio Bay Steps and fountain down to the beach
The children’s pool area
The lush lawn expanses at the beach Looking back to the Geelong City centre
I hope you all enjoyed viewing these photos, as much as I enjoyed my outing to the beach on this a memorable day for me…….
No visitor to Geelong’s magnificent waterfront precinct can miss the whimsical bollards that stretch from Rippleside to Limeburners Point. Painted by local artist Jan Mitchell, the bollards have become an icon of Geelong. Sadly Jan is no longer with us but she has left a lasting legacy which will put a smile on just about anyone who comes face to face with these unique and much loved pieces of public art.
Ivor Steven (c) October 2019
Today’s Weekly Photo Prompt is: Big and Small.… and I believe the topic is open to one’s own interpretation….. Please go and visit the fabulous “Weekly Prompts” site >> Here
Tonight I’m making two BIG bowls of salad’s for my dinner. The BIG bowls of salad will probably last me most of the week, for my dinner meals. The two salads I made were a Potatoe Salad and a Broccoli Salad. I had a SMALL serve of each salad with my barbeque lamb loin chop…. Then for sweets I had a SMALL serve of mango yogurt.
Above: my two BIG bowls of salad, the broccoli salad, top of photo, and potatoe salad at the bottom of the photo…
Above: A SMALL serve of each salad with my barbeque lamb loin chop….
Above: The recipe for the Broccoli Salad, and yes, it’s yummy….
Above: My SMALL Mango Yogurt, also very yummy…… actually a Greek style yogurt
Ivor Steven (c) October 2019
After months of anxieties and tears
Today was softened, on a smooth lake of old fears
The specialist report was stable
Grey clouds settled under his table
Obvious scars inside the head
Were idle seeds in the garden shed
Life is allowed to continue, cautiously
Back to a normal daily odyssey
Writing about cosmology and ideology
As battology turns a page on neurology
Ivor Steven (c) October 2019
G’day dear readers, today I’m reblogging this article, my introduction as a new Barista/writer for the Go Dog Go Cafe team. I’m honoured and thrilled to have been appointed as member to this wonderful group of writers, at Go Dog Go Cafe. You are all welcome to go and visit their fabulous website for writers…
The Baristas were thrilled at the diverse and talented group who submitted applications to be a new Barista at the Go Dog Go Cafe. We will be introducing them to you one at a time so you can get to know them and their writing better. This week we introduce you to Ivor.
Read more of his writing at Ivor.Plumber/Poet
Another older poem from last year, and quaintly appropriate for this historical gold-mining town of Ballarat
My Kite And Bike
Here I am in this ancient town
Climbing the local mystical Blue Mountains
Standing in the world’s greenest paddock
Flying my yellow and purple kite
On that old magical golden thread
My kite is soaring higher and higher
Towards our planet’s crimson sky
A sky covered by the clouds rainbow hues
Creamy clouds, opaque, thick and soft
Powerful and solid grey, hovering aloft
Where pristine snowflakes abound
All bright and shiny white
Heavy enough to ride my silver bike on
Peddle my way through today’s slippery black-ice
And wallow in the colourful heights of tomorrow
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I’m feeling a bit older this morning after last night’s party!! , so here’s an older poem I’m reposting…
Not Here Nor There
My time is slowly passing.
Age is creeping, not lasting.
I’m frail and growing older.
My body shivers when it’s colder.
And sweats like hell, in the heat.
My mind is feeble and weak.
I don’t seem to remember.
Whether it’s March, April, or September.
Here I sit, what am I doing.
There I look, where am I going.
There I ask, what’s for tea my dear.
Oh, I forgot, she’s not here.
Well best I retire to bed.
And wrest this weary head.
Under a linen sheet, like a hood.
Laying here, on this piece of wood.
Ivor Steven (c) October 2019
Having a lazy day in Ballarat, but managed to have a picnic lunch and a walk around a bit of Lake Wendouree, the famous picturesque attraction in centre of Ballarat..
My younger sister Myfanwy, below
Cheers
Ivor Steven
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 