Today’s poem is from August 2018, and the words reflect how I’m feeling this week
Tiredness Leaves Me Wordless
I’m wordless at the moment
My thoughts are in postponement
I hear Leonard’s songs
All night long
Lyrics full of love
Day lilies and doves
Today I hold her empty glove
My one truelove
Ivor Steven (c) August 2018
Hello dear readers, here is another repost of an older poem, this one is from December 2017
Big Black Oil Cap
Not the town’s greatest car lover
An automobile, an object like any other
Petrol guzzlers
Noisy muzzlers
Inanimate metal and plastic, costing plenty of dough
Pity, they do need some care though
Spoilt and fed like a hungry teenager
Cooling water in the radiator
Screw the shiny brass cap back on
Fresh air in the tyres
Screw the little rubber caps back on
Dear-as-poison petrol in the tank
Screw the safety fuel cap back on
Lubricating oil in the engine-head
This is where absent-mindedness overtook instead
Forgot to screw the Big Black Oil Cap back on
Drove to the Big City the next day
Not realizing I’d gone badly awry
Travelled home in a steamy-hot car
Back onto the driveway tar
Oil dripping over the front bumper-bar
Opened the bonnet. Aaaahhh!
The engine is like a whale’s spout
Spurting boiling, slimy oil all about
And there’s that Big Black Oil Cap
Alone on the garage bench
Like a magician’s gleaming black hat
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Hello readers, over the last few weeks, my blog site has been very hectic, and I have also been kept busy with my commitments at “Go Do Go Cafe”, and “Coffee House Writers” sites. … After sleeping all afternoon, I think I need a break from writing “A Poem A Day” … so today I’m reposting this quaint poem from October 2017.
Cheeky Magpie
A glorious sunny Sunday
Plenty of time for a walk today
Lily prances and plays
“Let’s go now” she says
And of course she talks !!
That’s what we do on our walks
Off to the local countryside cafe
For me, a Brandy & Almond cake and coffee
And you Lily, can quietly sniff around
Wander the shopowner’s grounds
So serene here, sitting on the bower patio
Trees, flowers and birds on show
Then a cheeky Magpie stops by
Lily barks, but cleverly the bird stays high
Atop the coffee-table, crumbs to try
A delicious feast, and off he fly’s
Lily gives him a parting yelp, and we leave
Our pleasant afternoon’s reprieve
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
A huge thank you to the editors at Spillwords, Dagmara and Rebecca, who guided me through to produce this interview.
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I was born and raised in Geelong, Victoria, Australia (the southern part of the continent, an hour south of Melbourne), and I am still a resident of my home town, having never moved more than 5km away from my parents’ house.
Geelong is a city beside the bay, and only 30 minutes away from the picturesque Bellarine Peninsula beaches, and the famous South Coast surf beaches. If I was to be reincarnated, I am sure I would come back as a dolphin.
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
I am pleased and proud to announce that my poem, “Vultures Tell No Lies” is published in the Positive Words Magazine, March Issue, and thank you to the Editor, Sandra, for selecting my poem… For further information about this fabulous Australian magazine, visit their site via this link > https://positivewordsmagazine.wordpress.com/
Attached below, I have scanned the poems directly from my copy of the Magazine
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
I have memorized pain
I feel caressed by the rain
Soothing my daily pain
Let it rain
I am over being a champion
Floating on a cloudy high
I breathe in and sigh
Be at peace I decry
Stop doubting how and why
We are one world
Under the one sky
Today I am presenting another poem that I wrote while attending a “Writing Circle” Zoom meeting on Sunday morning, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous on-line “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link
>> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/
A Hard Floor
Storms rush in, then go
High seas and undertows
My chaotic fears on show
Before the final covering snow
I will sit and hibernate
Here on a hard floor
While wintry months
Await the thaw
Only to find the exit door
Opens onto another hard floor
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Today’s poem is one that I wrote while attending a “Writing Circle” meeting, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous on-line “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link
>> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/
Logically, I Am Here
Nonsense and logic
What is the difference?
In our world today
A forest breeze
Caresses my senses
Like flowering gum-trees
Free up my defenses
I love nonsense
Is it my best sense?
My most creative sense
Is it my good mood sense?
Free of commonsense
And government expense
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Are we ever going to change?
Our attitudes
Are we ever going to open our eyes?
To the faded colour of our sky
Are we clever enough to hear?
The distress of nature’s sounds
Are we brave enough to declare?
The truth within our hearts
When will it be safe enough to feel?
Stardust between our toes
Have we a strong enough backbone?
To unload all the foolish gold
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
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Chameleon
I am slippery like an eel
I slide among the field
My mood changes with the breeze
I can be cold as ice in a freeze
Or I can be warm as toast
Sunbathing on a tropical coast
I can be a chameleon in the trees
Not easy to see, but ready to please
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
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