Category: Music

Echoes (3 Haiku)

The three Haiku that make up this one poem, originate from three different sources.
The first stanza/haiku was inspired by Jez’s Haiku
>> https://jezzieg.com/2022/09/30/haiku-427/
The second stanza/haiku was inspired by Bartholomew’s Fraiku
>> https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2022/09/30/fraiku-follow-the-money/
The third stanza/haiku is a haiku I created for this post


Echoes (3 Haiku)


Some human critters
Can be thoughtless litterers
Nature’s enemies


Co-operate greed
Unlimited boundaries
Without compassion


An unknown poet
Scrawls on recycled paper
Words become echoes










Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

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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Tullawalla, The Book Launch

Appropriately the “Tullawalla” journey began in Geelong, and I am proudly ecstatic to have my book launch here, back where the “Story” belongs …


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We Lost the Sea (a Haiku) … Tullawalla, page 117


 

Bridges of dreams crossed

The ocean and river spanned

Waters of love found








Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

Decades of Storms (Tullawalla, page 48)






Decades of Storms (Tullawalla, page 48)


Over the decades

I’ve lived through many storms

Yesterday

I read about an Atlantic island storm

After midnight

I had a dream about my life’s storms

At dawn

I shall open my door to the storms


I will then wait for my storms

To vacate the dark

And ask the morning sunlight

“Am I still the pilot”






Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

a worrying time






a worrying time




sometimes

feeling homely and mellow

other-times

lonely and hollow


sometimes

looking tall and green

other-times

small and unseen


sometimes

sounding sacred and relaxed

other-times

wasted and axed


nature’s forests

living wonders to enjoy

not an oppressor to destroy






Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

Throwback Friday, My Broken Mast, by Ivor Steven

Presenting another poem from my new book “Tullawalla”

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I wrote “My Broken Mast” in January 2020, and the poem appears in my new book “Tullawalla”

My Broken Mast

Yesterday, a sudden stormy gale

Ripped through my leafy sail

And tore my oldest branch down

Crashing onto the ground

Leaving my main mast, hurtfully marred

A long open wound, and I’m painfully scarred

Mother, will dry my weeping tears

And I’ll recover to live another thirty years

Fatefully, my debris fell safely

All my owner’s guests escaped injury

And I left their ship damage free

Tomorrow they’ll clear my messy sea

Then rest under the shade of me

Ivor Steven (c) January 2020

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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…

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Who’s Left to Row the Boat, (Tullawalla, page 37 )


Tullawalla is now available at Amazon
>> https://www.amazon.com/Tullawalla-Meeting-Memories-Australian-Languages/dp/0645377023/ref=sr_1_2?crid=2NUSUI90AWK6&keywords=Tullawalla&qid=1663851584&s=books&sprefix=tullawalla%2Cstripbooks-intl-ship%2C301&sr=1-2




Who’s Left to Row the Boat
… This week it is 22 years since I suffered my first stroke …


The storms are too many to count

Emotional lows had weathered me out

Her journey with MS was a struggle

How much lower could our lives sink


After fourteen years of our battles, I suffered a Stroke

An ambulance came, my brain was in a boat

Floating out to sea, overboard and panic-stricken

I wasn’t swimming, barely awake, and drifting

I had fallen, nothing was working, and not talking

She’s crying, I’m sobbing, my heart is dying

And who’s left to row the boat, I’m thinking

I was jabbed with a needle and silently sleeping


I awoke a day later, in hospital, feeling wasted

My face was limp, mouth parched, was that death I tasted

My mind was active, I thought, where is she

I knew I was bad; the room was all blurry to me

Strong anxieties had set in, I needed to know

Nurses came to me, I pleaded, I wanted to go

“Help me to see her, just give my bed a tow

Please let me go, before I’m covered in snow”






Ivor Steven (c) September 2022