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
My new book “Tullawalla”, is due to be released on 30th March, and for preorder, 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
Today here is another poem, that didn’t make the final list, and was ‘cut’ from my new Book “Tullawalla”… Maybe I thought the poem “Five Shades of Grey” was not substantial enough .. !!
Five Shades of Grey
Daylight turns into night
Ravens scatter in mid-flight
Dark clouds overlay
Five shades of grey
Thor’s hammer roars
His spark of fire, soars
Fiercely a flaming bolt strike’s
Piercing frightened psyches
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021
You have to be skillfully quick
To catch sight of the wily wind
Gone, in the flicker of a candle wick
The wind is here and gone in the blink of an eye
A crafter blaster, invisible and streamlined
We stoically lean against the air’s ghostly tricks
And blindly await the haunting to be reassigned
The wind is here and gone in the blink of an eye
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021
My downhill roll has begun
I am slowly drifting away from the sun
There is no one around to ring the bell
To signify this old fighter needs a spell
My corner is about to throw the towel in
As my leftover blood turns the colour of sin
I hope my life has not been in vain
After traversing those decades of pain
As now I am able to bath in the soothing rain
Cleansing myself before I float on Noah’s Ark again
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021
I often wonder and ponder
About the truthfulness of our future
Will the changing winds
Of tomorrow stay kind
Will the narrowing tunnel of light
Fade over time and fall out of sight
I have no answers to the storms thrust
I have no answers to those of flaky mistrust
I see pure oceans covered in white rust
I saw my riverbed of pure sand turn into stardust
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021
I rest quietly near the edge
Upon my peaceful little wedge
And in a doorway’s opening hinge
I see a brightness beyond the fringe
Illuminating my horizon’s promised forest
And I hear a hallelujah chorus
Am I dreaming my dearest?
Or is this a mirage of yesterday’s florist
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021
