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
life is indeed both beautiful
and painful
we experience caring repairs
and shattering tears
free to roam
then stood upon
a loving home
or an empty tomb
cold and lonesome
a rotting piece of honeycomb
shriveling in a nursing-home
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Today is the final day of voting
Dear Readers,
I am thrilled to announce my nomination for Spillwords Author of the Month! This is an immense honour, and I am truly humbled, both by the support I have received from the Spillwords Editorial Team over the years, and of course from every single person who reads and shows appreciation for my words.
For those having difficulties with the “Vote” link .. Here it is again
>> https://spillwords.com/vote/
Vote for Author/Publication of the Month at Spillwords.com
Spillwords.com Voting Page, where Spillwords Press Members can submit their vote for Author of the Month and Publication of the Month.
Est. reading time
2 minutes
Best of luck with the process for those wishing to having a vote …
Thanks
Ivor
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Dear Readers,
This morning I am thrilled to announce my nomination for Spillwords Author of the Month! This is an immense honour, and I am truly humbled, both by the support I have received from the Spillwords Editorial Team over the years, and of course from every single person who reads and shows appreciation for my words.
All of the writers nominated are hugely talented, and I offer my congratulations to every one of them on their nominations!
If you wish to show your support by voting, you can do so by visiting this Spillwords Link >>https://spillwords.com/vote/ Voting is open now until March 29th. I thank you all for your support and encouragement over the years.
Ivor …
a Leonard Cohen song for the occasion
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
There are good clowns and bad clowns
In yesterday’s nightmare, a big bad clown
Trampled everyone in my friend’s hometown
He wore a big Red nose and a big sad frown
Destroying every peaceful thing around
When his big red shoes kicked the ground
The world’s worst fears were then found
To be in the hands of a bad Russian clown
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Pitch Black, War Limericks Are Not Fun”, 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/pitch-black-war-limericks/
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
The harsh baltic winds
Whistle through frozen borders
Destroying old trees
And crushing dead Ukraine leaves
Then depart as Russian thieves
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
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