Hello dear readers and followers, I am again writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “The Moon’s Hallelujah Sound”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. …
To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-moons-hallelujah-sound/
Twilight moons are enchantingly irrepressible.
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024
Crumbling Clouds
The third day of a summer heatwave
They have been searing scorchers
Today, I saw the blistering hot wind
Evaporate the edges of the crumbling clouds
There will be no rain tonight
Only a cooling zephyr to caress my brow
Please Note: The “3” cover designs are by, Kerri Costello
Until Eyes Hear Sound, will be available in March
Tullawalla is Available From
Jaymah Press:https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com
Amazon: search via, ‘Tullawalla by Ivor Steven’
AND
Perceptions is Now Available via:
Amazon: https://amzn.asia/d/4yFHWrT
Jaymah Press: https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
OR: email me directly for a signed copy – ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024
Yes, Frankie, proofreading all weekend was very tiring … “Until Eyes Hear Sound” is being Printed/published this week and will be here in time for the Clunes Book Fair.
The “Clunes Booktown Festival” FB Link
>> https://www.facebook.com/clunesbooktown
I Am a Flickering Light Globe
I’ve been flattened by a truck
The brick wall has struck
Right between the earlobes
And my mind is a flickering light globe
Pick me up, Frankie
Throw me a fresh hanky
Proofreading “Until Eyes Hear Sound”
Knocked me out of bounds
And preparing for the Clunes Book Fair
Has me as nervous as a shy koala bear
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024
High noon, Lithium Light. Afternoon, Platinium Light. Dusk, Golden Light
Chromatic Light
Early in the morning
I witnessed a theatrical titanium light
Puncture the dawn sky
High noon
Under a hot searing sun
I felt the lucent lithium light
Boil the blood in my heart
Mid-afternoon
Within the fiery furnace
I watched the perennial platinum light
Fuse my soul to the ground
Dusk
Above the shimmering horizon
I wished the global golden light
Would enshroud a peaceful world tonight
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024
FREE PDF COPY >>> Links Below
Hello, dear readers and followers, as you might know I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at # 31, because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead.
But the booklet formats are a superb way for me to catalogue the vast number of poems that I produce and as the saying goes “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem booklets, and they are called “Shangri La” which is the name of my little Villa, and is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”.
Incredibly, I now have a total of “1638” Poems filed in these booklet formats!!
Click on >> Here. for the link to your FREE: PDF Copy of “Shangri La, Volume 6. Shadowed Ground“
Shadowed Ground
I look up and wonder why
The moon is fearfully hiding
In the fading twilight sky
As he forlornly looks down
Upon our shadowed ground
Knowing our King of Peace
Wears a shrouded crown
Dauðalogn Translation: “Calm of death”
Frankie proof-reading “Until Eyes Hear Sound”… After, reading is tiring
“The Proof is in the Pudding”
“Woof, woof, posties at the front door”
Yeah! The proof copy has arrived
And intuitively, Frankie knows
This new book is important
And especially precious to me
As I place the book between his paws
So he can carefully turn the pages
And diligently do a proof-read for me
“Woof, woof, your poems are easy to read”
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024
Going back in my files I discovered that I have “2” poems titled “Birds On Wires”. The First one is from July 2020 and the Second piece is from March 2023, so I decided to post both Poems … maybe you can let me know which one is your favourite.
Birds On Wires, (July 2020, which appears in “Until Eyes Hear Sound” page 12)
Here on the edge of lower earth
Beyond the urban concrete girth
Withering trees are trying to grow
Reaching for that mystical power flow
Hungering for energy from contaminated ground
Not the airwaves of false sonic sound
Man-made arrows cluttering the sky
Unnatural webs soaring high
Bird snatching wires
Hanging on cold steal spires
Carriers of these modern times
The pulse of humanities crimes
Birds On Wires (March 2023)
Weary gray clouds
Lay anchored in the sky
Moist air hangs breathless
Not a wisp to disperse the flies
An anxious sweaty dampness
Clings to everything
Birds on wires sit motionless
Waiting for a thermal updraft
To lift spirits beyond this world of smallness
Where greed and wars seem senseless
And remain the leader’s primary craft
“Until Eyes Hear Sound”, Due out March 21st
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is the word: Scary. You can visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. Below my poem is a “Scary” metaphorical anti-war Tanka.
Midas-Touched Lands (a Tanka)
Sunset’s golden eye
Cries saffron spice seeds worldwide
Hard drops of yellow
Spreading beyond Eastern skies
Clouding those Midas-touched lands
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024
The butterflies were everywhere
A Butterfly Parade
I was admiring the view
Along Nature’s Avenue
When I stumbled upon
A flickering band of white light
A wondrous silky cloud
Of fluttering butterflies
They were everywhere
Unflaggingly flying
Hither and thither
A quivering milky river
The sunshine’s zither kisser
Wings humming a choral melody
A pearly parade, poised, ready to deliver
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024
Today I received a lovely message from Lisa, Editor/Publisher at ‘Prolific Pulse Press’ >> https://www.prolificpulse.com/
Dear Ivor, I love the poem you just sent for Cadence and would love to publish it with the anthology. It truly put a smile on my face.
Of course, I cannot post the poem until after the Anthology has been published in March, but I can tell you that my delightful poem is about “Charlie the Caterpillar shuffling over the track to help his little friend, Billy the Bee
Ivor Steven (c) March 2024
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