On this weekend, a year ago, I was in the 4th week of my stay with my cousins in Philadelphia…. and I think my body was living on adrenaline……
A Tune Of Success
I’m sleeping in today
As I awake to a rainy Sunday
Cloudy, fat drops of grey
My body needs a rest
As a happy heart, pounds in my chest
Quietly, my soul beats a tune of success
I’m living in a hive of honey and bees
Covered by flowers and hugging trees
Once an injured mystery bird, now set free
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Remembering my wonderful trip to the magnificent “Longwood Gardens”, founded by Pierre S. du Pont, an hour west of Philadelphia, near Kennett Township. A day I shall never forget, especially with my two fabulous cousins Terry and Maureen.
Kingdom of Flowers
I stood in His kingdom today
Of flowers and fragrances
Holding her colourful bouquet
Amazed by His stunning flower-bed
I gazed at heaven’s golden archway
Guarded by rows of leafy hedges
Underneath, lay edges of reds and blues
And soft petals of yellows and purples
I floated, from the ground cover shrubbery
To the canopy’s crested scenery
Where the horizon’s reflection
enchanted my eye
Sprinkling rainbows across His azure sky
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
A Flower-bed Of Dreams
The clouds parted, exposing a river bright blue
My hazy visions, suddenly became true
I’m standing in a flower-bed of dreams
I see strawberry fields covered in sun-beams
My veins feel like bubbling mountain streams
The family circle, has my heart bursting at the seams
Ivor Steven (c) April 2019
This time last year I was in Philadelphia, visiting my cousins and their families (their children & grand-children), and enjoying the “time of my life”
Feel The River Flow
There’s more to see, and things to do
Steel bridges and worn cobblestones
Wide rivers and heavy highways
Waterfront piers and riverside parks
Ancient history and old monuments
Suburban Philadelphia and New Jersey cross-overs
Faraway cousins and new family’s found
Niece’s, nephews and grandchildren abound
Greeting hugs and welcoming hearts
Blissful times and precious memories
Ivor Steven (c) May 2019
On Tuesday 12th, it was ‘World Limerick Day’, and to celebrate the day I wrote this Limerick….. I do enjoy writing Limericks, but I don’t usually post them on my site, so while I’m taking a rest from serious writings/poems, I thought I’d present this one today.
I’m Just A Boy
There was a boy from Geelong
Who usually wore shorts and thongs
Winter fell from the hills
His ankles felt the chill
So woolly socks and beanie he did don
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
Hello dear readers, I’m taking a much needed rest and recharge break from writing….. and today I’m presenting this older poem… as a wintry blast rattled my door last night
Today’s poem is one I wrote three years ago, and I was fortunate enough to have the piece published by, ‘Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine’, back in January 2018, a literary magazine for poets, and to all my readers/followers, I sincerely recommend that you visit/follow the Vita Brevis site,
https://vitabrevisliterature.com.
Artwork: By Kerri Costello, Graphic Design Artist, my beautiful niece/second cousin, who lives in Philadelphia, she’s so very talented, and a very special person in my life, thank you Kerri.
Arctic Winds
I’m winter hibernating
Inside an Eskimo’s hut
Feeding only on fish oil
And frozen blue blood
My heart’s cold and dormant
Cowering under a dampened vestment
Wind-swept by a blizzard’s dust
Covered in icicles of my rust
My eyes are swollen rocks
Amidst polarised sockets
Terrorising all that’s passed
Like forgotten arctic icebergs
My veins are hollow crevasses
Inside a glaciers ice-flow
Sheering and groaning chasms
Like my memories deepest fjord
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
Ashamedly, I closed my eyes
To keep out the darkening sky
Shadows have stolen my sight
And my dreams vanished in the night
As I knelt to open the crack
I saw a messiah in black
He said “Let there be light”
“The World is not your fight”
“The power of the sun breathes
Upon our life giving trees
Let the doves deliver your message
Your words of love, beyond the wreckage”
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
Hello dear readers and followers. Over the weekend, I’ve been arduously preparing and typing madly, to produce my Seventeenth Tullawalla Poetry Booklet….. A significant number for me, as Carole’s birthday falls on the 17th, and for some reason I’ve found this production, a very emotionally trying and tiring experience…. maybe it’s time for me to quit !!…Anyhow, for new readers that don’t know about these booklets, they are basically the reason why I write poetry. I produce the 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 $1200.00, … 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 … …..Amazingly, there is now a total of “693 poems”, in my collection of 17 Tullawalla Booklets. This booklet is finally completed, and ready for sale now !! As always, they are available for purchase, either as a hard copy 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: “My Shangri La”…. maybe my final resting place …. And here is the link to my website >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
This Saturday, the weekend challenge on Weekly Prompts is: Walkabout. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE. And below is my response their prompt.
The Forest Of Doubt
Tonight, after dusk
I’ll be in the dark forest of Doubt
On a mystical walkabout
To find those elusive faeries
With their wings of mysterious star-dust
And I shall fill my empty pockets
Ready for Mothers Day tomorrow
Whereupon I’ll spread the magical sparkles
One handful on my mother’s headstone
The second one on my wife’s grave site
And as the same as other years gone by
For us, the faeries willing share their night
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
What a dull way
To start a poem
“Looking through a window”
I was told by my teacher
If he saw a poem
Beginning with that line
He wouldn’t read the verse
Saying the words were over used
But in all honesty
Here I am
Sitting at my desk
“Looking through a window”
And the sky is a gloomy gray
So what else could I say
About this lonesome day
Another one of solitary downplay
Waiting patiently for a new entree
Writing this empty essay
Listening to the rains crescendo
“Looking through a window”
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
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