Throwback Friday, Poetry in Motion, by Ivor Steven

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A Poem I wrote in May 2020, which now appears in my book “Tullawalla”. The poem is in “Chapter 9, Not Horror, But Weird”, on page 140.

Poetry in Motion

I was searching for words

Maybe the script’s lost in celluloid

I’ve a pile of empty poems

Frustratingly strewn

Here, there and everywhere

But I hear them whispering

“We’re not finished yet

Do not leave us for dead

Under this thick biblical heap

Please tend to your lost sheep”

The mound of poetry pages

Began chanting louder

And I was silently listening

To their distant preaching

But I’m not that proud

And I quickly lit the gunpowder

Ivor Steven (c) May 2020

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…

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Throwback Friday, Echoes, by Ivor Steven

My poem “Echoes” is up at Go Dog Go Cafe’s ‘Throwback Friday’

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This poem appears in my recent book “Tullawalla” and was originally written in August 2019

Echoes (Tullawalla, page 147)

My night’s sleep was calm and sound

Despite the deafening noise of echoes lost a found

I heard the midnight owl singing

Replaying tunes, of last year’s bells ringing

My blankets had not been disturbed

As if my shadow had slept unperturbed

And my mind had been emptied of today’s wind burns

Then my morning song whispered the words, “sunshine returns”

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019

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…

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Throwback Friday, A Fortunate Man, by Ivor Steven

A poem I wrote after I had finished building my courtyard verandah, and I was feeling comfy and content …

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I originally wrote this poem in November 2017, and the piece was then called “Luxury”, and today’s revision is the poem’s third version.

A Fortunate Man

Sometimes in life

Just when it’s right

There’s that moment

And today’s that moment

Sometimes we are lucky

Against all the odds

There’s that fortunate time

And here I am feeling blessed

Gratefully thankful

I write these words on today’s Newspaper

Reading tomorrows weather report

Happiness is here

Here right beside me

Under my verandah roof

Loving the luxury of home

Comfy with the fruits of my life

Sometimes a fortune is a sweet apple

Ivor Steven (c) November 2017

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…

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Throwback Friday, A Voice in the Mist, by Ivor Steven

I found this old poem in a dusty foolscap folder under a pile of “stuff” I was tidying up … maybe from 15 years …

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Today’s poem is one that I have not published on my web/blog site, and I am not sure when I first wrote the original words. Up until now, this a piece that has been filed away in a foolscap folder.

A Voice in the Mist



The moon’s my patriarch

My dream, glowing in the dark

She’s a vision, no feel, no mound

Only a voice, without sound

A distant shining, so forlorn

My heartache until dawn

She’s a pillow, no caress, no kiss

Only a voice, from beyond the mist

Ivor Steven (c) July 2022

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…

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Throwback Friday, Waiting Time, by Ivor Steven

Readers who follow my blog site would know that I attended an Ekphrastic Poetry Workshop during the week, and my poem here today is from a previous Ekphrastic workshop that I went to, in September 2018

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Readers who follow my blog site would know that I attended an Ekphrastic Poetry Workshop during the week, and my poem here today is from a previous Ekphrastic workshop that I went to, in September 2018

Above is the Chapbook published by Geelong Writers, and the magnificent painting by Graeme Altmann, that inspired my poem ‘Waiting Time’

Waiting Time

I’m a time-traveler on a mission

Waiting for a personal vision

An image of my father’s ghost

To appear above the white-water coast

Millenniums ago, I delivered him to the ocean

Threw his ashes across the horizon

Away from faceless time-clocks

Away from hidden jagged rocks

Now I see him, proudly standing afloat

Wondering, who’s left to row the boat

Waiting for the breeze, without a sail

Seeking his passage through soundless hail

Beyond tumbling waves, a prism of light

Waiting stops, his alien spirit soars tonight

Ivor Steven (c) Sept…

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Jingle Jangle for My Easter Bonnet

Another Easter poem from 2 years ago, that I also posted on Throwback Friday, over at Go Dog Go Cafe >> https://godoggocafe.com/2022/04/15/throwback-friday-jingle-jangle-for-my-easter-bonnet-by-ivor-steven/

Jingle Jangle for My Easter Bonnet


My notebook’s running on empty

There’s pages of invisible words

And blue lines are leaping forward

Leaving my empty threads behind


I have empty socks

Lining my holey pockets

And my mouldy purse

Is loosely tied to my Easter bonnet


How am I going to fly?

Without costly wings

I’ve not even a jingle jangle

Of silver change


And my dream’s destination

Now seems out of range

But I don’t need to travel too far

To reach my Easter avatar






Ivor Steven (c) Easter 2020

Throwback Friday, Day Lily and Love, by Ivor Steven

You can visit my article/post at “Go Dog Go Cafe”, by clicking on this link
>> http://godoggocafe.com/2022/02/18/throwback-friday-day-lily-and-love-by-ivor-steven/

During the month of February, my stunning Day Lily begins to bloom, and my poem today was originally written in February 2018


Day Lily and Love


Upon my pillow I sleep

Good morning, I do peek

From the cushion of my dreams

To my garden’s radiating beams

Blushing red hues, oh so bright

You bloom during the night

After cuddling the dew

You open up your scenic view

Flowering, standing proud and steep

Perfection at my feet

A glorious Lily, like wings of a dove

And by sunlight, you air your love






Ivor Steven (c) February 2018

Throwback Friday, Home, by Ivor Steven

My tribute post for Leonard Cohen, up at “Go Dog Go Cafe”

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This Sunday 7th of November, will be the fifth anniversay of Leonard Cohen’s passing. On that day 2016, I wrote this poem “Home”, as my little tribute to the man who was my personal muse and mentor for over fifty years. Back then my words were inspired by his song, “Show Me The Place” … and now I have to add “Thank You For Dance” Leonard Cohen …

Home

Take me to my home

Home is where my heart is

Home is on that windy hill

Home is a secret valley

Home is a heavenly cloud

Take me to my home

I’m waiting here all alone

I’m packed ready to go

I’m departing this old place

I’m leaving this world behind

Take me to my home

I know the beyond will be greener

I know you’ll there

I know you’ve been waiting

I know you’ll hold me again

Hold me…

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Throwback Friday, Moon Blossom(Revised), by Ivor Steven

My “Throwback Friday” article over at ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’ … and another poem about the “Moon”

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There was a full moon last, so I thought my poem from June 2019 was an appropriate piece for this weeks ‘Throwback Friday’

Moon Blossom

The old moon knows

After a bitterly cold winter

There’s never a false spring

And Eve’s apple tree always blossoms

Then the full moon shyly shines

Casting moon-shadows upon sacred ground

And asks about the planet’s fading designs

“Where have all the ancient spirits gone”

However, the new moon remains alluring

And his moonbeams spoon our imagination

Yellow ripples shimmering across blue lagoons

Casting moon-shadows over lovers bedrooms

And love eventually conquers us all

When moon blossom ringlets gently fall

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

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…

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Throwback Friday, River Of Destiny (Revised), by Ivor Steven


Yet again the “reblog button” did not work for me today, so I have copied and pasted my article here from my “Go Dog Go Cafe” post, and you may visit there by clicking on this link >> http://godoggocafe.com/2021/10/15/throwback-friday-river-of-destiny-by-ivor-steven/”
I wrote the original version of this poem back in December 2017, and here I am presenting a revised edition that I wrote today

River Of Destiny (Revised)




I am going to see a lady of Wizardry

In the grey house of mystery

Over the bridge, strong and earthy

To find my path to bravery

Not to be judged lightly

But to be cured internally

I do bow to a Queen, so ghostly

In the castle of stone, so empty

On the edge of the Red Sea

To find my way eventually

Not to be forlorn and angry

But to face friends and foe calmly

Searching for life’s secret duty

In the distant Abbey, so eerie

Beyond the boundaries, down along the valley

To find my river of destiny

Not to be trialed for my insanity

But to be unveiled for my humanity





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021