Category: Lifestyle

Big Black Oil Cap

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

Cheeky Magpie

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

Spotlight on Writers, Ivor Steven

A huge thank you to the editors at Spillwords, Dagmara and Rebecca, who guided me through to produce this interview.

SPOTLIGHT ON WRITERS

IVOR STEVEN

@ivors20

  1. Where, do you hail from?

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.

  1. What is the greatest thing about the place you call home?

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.

  1. What turns you on creatively?

    For the rest of my Interview with ‘Spillwords Magazine’, please click onto this link provided by Spillwords >>   https://spillwords.com/spotlight-on-writers-ivor-steven/







Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

Vultures Tell No Lies, is in the March Issue of Positive Words Magazine

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

A Hard Floor

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

Logically, I Am Here

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

Have We the Backbone? 

 
 
 
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

Chameleon

Featured Image: by wallpapers: Chameleon Wallpapers


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

Rebirth the Blossom




Understanding our time

Is no easy rhyme



After self-destruction

There is resurrection

After the fall

There is winter and spring

After the blossom

There is fruit to eat


After last years sour feast

There is nature’s regeneration

At our feet

After the cycle repeats

Can our dirty clouds be revived?

To rebirth our wheat






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022