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
Togetherness
I remember
Bringing you two into my house
And quietly I sat with you
Upon my courtyard bench
You were both
Dry and lifeless
I diligently prepared your beds
And gently tucked you two in
Wishing you a bright and prosperous future
With care and love
Under my watchful eye
Together you flourished and adorned my home
And together your arms reached out
Embracing each other
Now here together
We live together as one
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
The lines written in Italic, are book titles from my library….
My Story, “From Every Moment A Second”
From the beginning of my lonely times
When I Was Gone
And there was
The Black In My Bedroom, The Star In My Sky
I would return
Close To Nature
My world began opening up
The Day I Saw The Hummingbird
Singing the tune of
The Wordless Songbook
I started to see
A different Kind Of Angel
Behind the closing of
The Yellow Door
After reading about desires in a
Book Of Longing
My Bible became
The Flame
And now in life
I Have A Bird To Whistle
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
We are torn
Between reality and lies
Have you bought?
Your extra bottle of Dettol yet
We are torn
Between existence and death
Do you realise?
How many have already died
We are torn
Between home and living wise
Do you understand?
Rants and guns are the tools of fools
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
Blue Sky Moon
I do wonder why
In our blue daylight sky
You are wandering there
Giving us your half stare
From your comfy afternoon chair
And not your usual midnight glare
You, our beaming day time Moon
With your cultured silver spoon
Are you able to save us soon?
From our poisoned gloom
You, being so open and brave
Without the cover of your shadowed wave
Have you the united power source?
And the cunning of a Trojan Horse
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
A Violet and A Blade Of Grass
Years ago I met a pretty young lady
With hair the colour of autumn leaves
I liked her, and she liked me
And our courtship flourished rapidly
One day we were walking down by the river
Where I casually paused to pick a flower
And I gently placed the violet in her hair
She fondly smiled, and said quietly
“Open your hand, I’ve a gift for you too”
Upon my palm she tenderly placed a blade of grass
“There, that is to signify my eternal love for you”
I blushed and smile, and said proudly
“As mother nature is my witness, I love you”
“And thank you, for this blade of grass”
“I shall treasure your kindness forever”
My heart was pounding, as I steadily took her hand
And uttered the words, “Would you like to marry me”
Shine On, Shine On..
Her distant star shines
Walking down by the river
My life’s always fine………..
**You may view my poem “It’s Just A Little Dream”, by clicking onto this link >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/12/18/its-just-a-little-dream-2/
Ivor Steven (c) May 3rd 2020
It’s Saturday and the start of the month, and on “Weekly Prompts” their monthly colour challenge is: Razzmatazz!, Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >HERE. Below is my response to their prompt…
A Violet and A Blade Of Grass
Years ago I met a pretty young lady
With hair the colour of autumn leaves
I liked her, and she liked me
And our courtship flourished rapidly
One day we were walking down by the river
Where I casually paused to pick a flower
And I gently placed the violet in her hair
She fondly smiled, and said quietly
“Open your hand, I’ve a gift for you too”
Upon my palm she tenderly placed a blade of grass
“There, that is to signify my eternal love for you”
I blushed and smile, and said proudly
“As mother nature is my witness, I love you”
“And thank you, for this blade of grass”
“I shall treasure your kindness forever”
My heart was pounding, as I steadily took her hand
And uttered the words, “Would you like to marry me”
Ivor Steven (c) May 3rd 2020
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