This Saturday, the Weekend Challenge from “Weekly Prompts is Wheels . Please go over and check out their fabulous site by clicking > HERE .
Broken Wheel
The world spins around
Our earth’s a merrygoround
Full of toxic spokes
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
I have three of my poems in the “Heart Beats” anthology, which was diligently edited by Lisa Tomey and published via her magazine site “Prolific Pulse” … and tomorrow I’ll be reciting my poems, along with the other fabulous authors, on a Live show that you are invite to attend…
All are invited to attend.
your attendance via Meetup, an online platform that makes it easy for community to gather in one place for an event.
If you miss the live reading or cannot attend, Lisa will be posting a recording of it to her Prolific Pulse Youtube Channel.
I will be attending the Saturday evening session… 7.00 pm EST… or in Australia on Sunday morning at .. 9.00 pm…
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
At the moment I am reading Walt Whitman’s ‘Leaves of Grass and Selected Poems and Prose’ that I borrowed from the Geelong Library, and after reading only 60 pages, I am aready amazed enough to go ahead and purchase a copy for my bookshelf, and his writings motivated me to write the below poem today…
Invisible Why and When
In the midst of my life
I am still using her carving knife
Between here and there
I am still climbing through the air
Between blank lines and my velvet pen
I am still writing about invisible why and when
Between whom I hear and what I see
I am still searching for the olive tree
Between her star and the dark side of the moon
I can still reach the man with a silver spoon
Between her broken mirror and my empty glass
I can still feel the universe in a blade of grass
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
My Belmont Page Creative Writing Group is held on Thursday’s, and our ‘Thought Prompter’ sentence for this week is ‘Time to put the garbage out.’ and below is my response that I shall be reading to the group tomorrow
Also, This week’s Wednesday Challenge on “Weekly Prompts” is the word: RUINED MERCHANDISE. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here.
Dumping Our Sumps
Our garbage bin is full to the top
And overflowing with filthy slop
Contaminated dirt is spilling onto the tarmacs
Nuclear waste is seeping through the cracks
Dead batteries melt into poisonous wax
As empty aerosol cans add to our air’s death tax
Plastic bags are filled with grubby plastic packs
Eventually resurfacing as our oceans strangulation traps
Where do we dump our polluted fallout?
When will it be time to put the garbage out?
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
At the morn I peep
Eyes open wide to the light
Seeing future moons
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
a weekend of reflection
remembering a lost affection
visions of togetherness
recalling times of happiness
smiles and a violet dress
laughing, despite life’s duress
within a body possessed
languishing on a cross unsuppressed
a spiraling metamorphosis
a star’s incandescence
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
Remember Me?
Yesterday I asked you again
“Did you remember?”
The same request, week after week
“Do you understand?”
How important my books are to me
“Do you actually hear me?”
Tomorrow I shall ask you again
“Did you remember my books?”
The same request, month after month
“Why do you ACT so flippantly?”
Time is dismantling my patience
“Can you stop being nonchalant and ACT responsibly?”
The task is universally acknowledged
“Return what is borrowed”
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
The week that was
Five days of contrast
Excitement on Monday and Tuesday
With live YouTube interviews
Exhileration on Wednesday
With the launch of my book
Profound sadness on Thursday
With the funeral of a close mate
Joy and happiness on Friday
With the seventieth birthday party
Of a long time friend
The cycle of life ’til the end
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
My new book “Tullawalla”, has been released and to order the book, here are the links
Barnes and Noble.. Tullawalla by Ivor Steven, Kerri Costello, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)
Amazon.. Amazon.com: Tullawalla eBook: Steven, Ivor, Costello, Kerri, Harris, patricia: Books
www.books2read.com/Tullawalla
After the Party
I’m wallowing here at my desk
feeling spent and exhausted
and I hear the day’s echo’s resounding
as my pulse rate is pounding
and like a fish out of water I’m floundering
flipping, thrashing, and blundering
I’m waiting here, beached and pondering
what is to become of my words that are slumbering
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
I am thrilled to announce the publication of my poem ‘Who Hears Me’ at Spillwords Press today, and would like to thank the team at Spillwords for their continued support of my poems. Please go and visit their fabulous magazine, by clicking on this link >> https://spillwords.com/who-hears-me/ and maybe click-on the like button 🤍 for me.
My ears are funnels
But I do not want to hear
The voices
My lips do part
But I do not speak
The words
My knees do bend
But I cannot sit
While I can still stand
My eyes are open
But I do not want to see
My shadow falling
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021
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