Last night I attended the Geelong Writers Inc. monthly dinner/get together, which also featured the Book Launch of their new bi-annual Chapbook, Anomaly Street, and if you read the photo/scans attached below, you will understand my excitement of being selected in this outstanding collection of poetry with a difference, that creates jolts for flatlined minds ..
This is how my poem appeared in the Chapbook
Ivor Steven © July 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem“Endless Seams”, 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/endless-seams/
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
Here is a poem I wrote 2 years ago after Trumps devisive and undemoncratic tactics during his USA election campaign … but “today” for a different invasion of “injustice” my poem seems to be appropriate again ….
“To deny people their human rights is to challenge their very humanity.”
Nelson Mandela
“If you want to improve your quality of life and the quality of life for all women, never stop questioning society or calling for change.”
Justina De Pierris
Lost, Without a Compass
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
This poem is not really a poem, but a poem made from some of my quotes that I have occasionally posted here on my site, and the creating of this collection/poem was prompted by Derrick Knight’s, Feature Image Above >> and you may visit his site via this link >> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/06/24/too-close/
Do Not Quote Me?
“A poet following a poet, gives you poetry in motion”
“The tunnel is growing wider
The light is glowing brighter”
“He who worships from the tallest tree,
should be weary of the broken branches he trod on below”
“Stories emanate from the heart. Literature lives in every heartbeat “
“Not all literature is perfect, none of us are perfect”
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
New Born Lambs
Here, on the edge of suburbia
Wide bitumen rivers
Plough through barren fields
On nearby deserted hills
Giant man made towers pierce the clouds
The midday winter sun
Forgot to open her eyes
And failed to warm
The frost bitten land
Where new born lambs
Tremble and struggle to stand
Here, I silently search
For her guiding hand
While passionately waiting
For Mother Nature’s last command
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
On a fiery hot suburban street
Cobblestones are melting the crowd’s feet
Bursting blisters, of the ignorant
Burning souls, in the innocent
Ultraviolet rays are scorching everyone
Our world is being swallowed by the sun
Oh, what have us human’s done
All the rivers are running dry
Fish lay on barren land, wanting to die
Polar icebergs are often seen gliding by
Penguins are moaning without their icy slides
And you’ll hear the baby whales cry
As the ocean, sadly waves us goodbye
Our Angel’s wings are singed and cannot fly
Old mother earth is quickly going awry
And father time is forever asking why
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
The Featured Image above was taken by Derrick Knight, and when I viewed his heartwarming photo of the foal peacefully sleeping on the grass, my mind was immediately inspired to write words, and after numerous attempts to create something worthy of Derrick’s beautiful photo, I eventually produced this poem “There Will Be An Answer” … and my poem is to be read by pretending that you are the “foal’s” thoughts … You may visit Derrick’s article by clicking on this Link >>
https://derrickjknight.com/2022/06/20/shadows-and-reflections/
There Will Be An Answer
All the world is green
Within my midday dream
Please, do not disturb me
Let me sleep, let me be
Let it be, let it be
I do not comprehend
Your unnatural trends
Of killing your neighbours
After kicking in their sacred doors
Do not listen to me
Hear the breeze among the trees
There, under nature’s ancient marquee
She wisely decrees
Live in harmony like the bees
Co-existence is free
Let it be, let it be
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
We walked pass the ‘Imagination Garden Kindergarten & Childcare’ centre this morning, and I was reminded of this poem I wrote in August 2020, when the building was being constructed. All the photos in my post here today were taken this morning at the “Imagination” centre ..
Imagination (revised)
Boldly, the sign “Imagination” is written on the wall
The silent gift of creativety that is given to us all
Imagination looks beyond the distant horizon
To where a blue sky unites the oceans
Imagination looks above the gathering dark clouds
To where a golden sun dispels all doubts
Imagination looks inside the essence of nature
To where a nurtured animal instinct matures
Imagination looks outside the boundaries of mankind
To where a human mind can roam unconfined
And peacefully co-exist nonaligned
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
I’m having technical problems try to submit my article to Coffee House Writers this evening, and I am getting frustrated .. so I decided to “Leave The Table” for a while, and found this poem that I wrote after a enjoyable night out, in November 2018, and I’m reposting it here on my site tonight …
Blue-stone Cellar (A Repost)
Old wooden steps
Going down, worn and steep
Revealing a cellar, candle-lit
Walls of blue-stone blocks
With a stained cedar ceiling
Creating a friendly aura of closeness
Intimate and cosy
A perfect place for Mr Cohen’s spirit to be
Sweet Amie Brulee
Sings and plays his songs
And in between, graciously reads his poetry
Jovially chats to the audience
Relaxed and carefree
Her demure smile is spontaneous
Divulging stories about his works
With enthusiasm and passion
Infusing her own subtle wit and humour
A show of genuine warmth and charm
From his tower of song, Leonard would be pleased
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
I was in a dazed shock
As the bedside table rocked
When my alarm clock piercingly rang
Ding dong and bang clang it sang
Like a hammering chain gang
Breaking rocks, bang after bang
Awakened by the brutal ding and bang
Out of bed I sprang
Then abruptly, my mind went clang!
When the bells of Sunday morn began!
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
