In the misty rain
Remembering heavy clouds
Loaded full of tears
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Category: Photos
On The Banks of Lake Connewarre
I am not here to wait
For the world to finally rotate
Time for me is getting late
I am here to watch the grand parade
Eventually pass by my front gate
One day soon
After the next purple moon
Illuminates our children’s fearful tears
I will see those grandiose leaders
Calmly sit down together
On the peaceful banks
Of Lake Connewarre*
Connewarre; an Aboriginal word meaning ‘black swan’
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
“New Mushrooms”, my 2nd Poem in the Red Wolf Journal, A Change of World Spring 2022 Edition
Featured Image Above: with the kind permission of Derrick Knight >> https://derrickjknight.com/
The ediditor of Red Wolf Journal, Irene Toh, is pleased to announce the release of the Spring 2022 Issue.
The poets with work in the A Change of World edition are:
Dmitry Blizniuk
Paul Brooke
Jeff Burt
Joe Cottonwood
CS Crowe
Mary Anna Scenga Kruch
Ron. Lavalette
Joan Mazza
Karla Linn Merrifield
Peter Mladinic
Misky
Larry Oakner
Frederick Pollack
Emalisa Rose
Timothy Resau
Rikki Santer
Emil Sinclair
Ivor Steven
Debi Swim
You may download a copy of the PDF release here.
A Change of World Spring 2022 Issue 20
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You’re invited to submit to our new issue, also titled A Change of World, Fall 2022 Edition. Read our submission guidelines here. Happy writing!
Irene Toh
Editor
Spring 2022 Edition
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A sincere thank you to the editor Irene, for considering two my of poems for her superb anthology “A Change Of World”
New Mushrooms
After the storm
Old boundaries were transformed
Fences were moved and torn
Fields smelled of rotting corn
Patient vultures remained airborne
Above the drowning longhorn’s
After the storm
I rested under the peppercorn
And I saw new mushrooms rise with the dawn
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Bloody Tears, Bloody History
Can you hear the ghosts of Sunday?
“Sunday, Bloody Sunday”
From your distant country’s
On the edge of peace and tranquility
Within your rural trees of serenity
Beyond invisible borders of rivalry
Between oblivious inequality
From the old schoolyard bully
Overseeing an avoidable atrocity
Again another “Sunday, Bloody Sunday”
How can they forget history so quickly?
Tullawalla #27, Is There More?
Hello dear readers and followers … I’m happy to announce that I have managed to produce my “Twenty Seventh Tullawalla” … For new readers that don’t know about these booklets, they are basically the reason why I write poetry. I produce these ‘home-printed’ booklets for the sole purpose of raising funds for my favourite charity organisation, the MS Society, in Australia via the MS Charity Shop here in Geelong. And actually all money’s I receive for any of my poetry .via, submissions, I donate to the MS Society…. I’m proud to announce, that the sale of my “Tullawalla Booklets”, have now gone pass $1500.00, … to all the lovely readers, who have donated, to help achieve such a wonderful amount, a big heartfelt thank you, from “us” and the MS Society … …..Incredibly, there is now a total of “1156 poems”, Yep over “A Thousand Poems” in my collection/series of “27” Tullawalla Booklets. After 2 months, this booklet is finally completed, and ready for sale now !! As always, they are available for purchase, either as a hard copy ‘Booklet’, or a PDF format….. All proceeds go to the MS Charity Shop, here in Geelong West….. Please contact me here through my website page and I can chat about arrangements from there…. Oh, the booklet is called “Tullawalla, Is There More?”… And here is the link to my website >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com
Is There More?
Beyond my front door
Will there be more?
When the lights go out
I quietly sit and stare
To see what is out there
Is there more?
Than starlit stairs
And when will I?
Begin the climb
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Love is Not Declined
My internal battle is never ending
Neither won nor lost
My opponent is my ghost
I forgive with the morning dew
And my regrets are few
There is two breaths in every moment
The first one kisses our heart
The second breath caresses our soul
True love is hard to find
And impossible to define
When found, be exceedingly kind
Love can spellbind your mind
But blindly, love is not declined
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Any Afternoon
Mid afternoon
Here in my empty room
Between unruffled sheets
With the curtains drawn
I remember our matinee’s
Of laughter and soft sighs
You would tickle my feet
As I caressed your naked thighs
Tomorrow afternoon
There in my lonely room
Between unruffled sheets
The curtain falls at my feet
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Ex Comes Before Why
Do you get caught staring?
At an unknown person
Who returns your stare
With an angry glare
Sorry!
I was daydreaming
Inside an empty vortex
You were not in there
Nor next
My vacant gaze
Was mindlessly waiting
For my sparkling mirage
To turn into Cinderella’s carriage
Or am I?
The next ex
Before the why
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
A Buzzing Chime
It’s the devil in me
The curiosity of a buzzing bee
I just had to see
Your words of poetry
Writing is a conundrum
Your quill keeps attuning the drum
A humming note on every blue line
Do not worry if your rhythm is not in time
I only need to hear the chiming of your rhyme
To understand your journey’s resounding climb
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Close-up, Frankie Kisses You
The weekend challenge on Weekly Prompts is : Close-up ; please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . Today I am presenting a ‘Photo Article’, for their prompt.
Close-up, Frankie Kisses You
Frankie greets a horse with a kiss
Frankie meets Harry with a kiss
Frankie greets Monty with a kiss
Frankie tries to kiss a Magpie
Frankie ignores his girlfriend Lily
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
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