Hi dear readers, I’ve found another poem that is in my files, but does not appear on my Website … now I am wondering what happened to my website entries between the 16th and 19th of October last year … it’s a mystery to me??
Spring’s Renewal
Spring has sprung again
With a burst of sunshine
Between old storm clouds and new rain
While life’s decor is being redesigned
Winter’s open wounds
Are washed clean
Last year’s fragile blooms
Are due back on the scene
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
Here is a poem that is in my files, but does not appear on my Website, maybe I deleted the post accidentally …
The World Could Be Falling Down
I was walking in yesterday’s deluge
up a steep holy hillside
talking to my fading shadow
that was stalking deep puddles
while I was balking today’s thunderbolts
my knees were knocking in fright
and my hips were rocking like Noah’s Ark
while shovelling leftover manure in the dark
nature’s mocking the world full of old lonely hearts
and blocking the future’s already drowning restart
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, this poem today is the first piece I have written for 3 weeks, after being unable to attempt any computer work because of my debilitating back pain. I’m afraid my back is still very sore, and this article has been put together via short sittings at my desk over the last 3 days. I think Derrick’s photos captured my imagination and stirred my tired mind to write something creative.
All Photographs, by Derrick Knight, and thank you once again for allowing me to reproduce your fabulous images here on my poetry site …
>> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/08/18/no-one-told-the-ponies/
And this is now our 39th poem/photograph collaboration, and a “Glossy Coffee-table” type book “Perceptions” is on the way, hopefully, available before Christmas.
No-one told the ponies
Congregating Every Day
There they patiently stand
Congregating every day
Outside the community shop
And the village letterbox
Most of them are posting
Food parcels to their equine relatives
Hungry and abandoned in the Ukraine
Others wait forlornly
For any news of encouragement
About the health and whereabouts
From their frightened families
Inside war-torn Ukraine
There they patiently stand
Congregating every day
Ivor Steven © August 2022
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I can hear the echoes from Tullawalla sounding closer …
My night’s sleep was calm and sound
Despite the deafening noise of echo’s lost a found
I heard the midnight owl singing
Replaying tunes, of last year’s bells ringing
My blankets had not been disturbed
As if my shadow had slept unperturbed
And my mind had been emptied of yesterday’s wind burns
Then my morning song whispered the words, “sunshine returns”
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
Not really a humourous Limerick, this one is quite melancholy, reflecting my back pain over these last few weeks …
Ukraine is in Pain (a Limerick)
There was an old poet in pain
Who had been struck down by hard rain
He felt thorns in his back
Like a missile attack
Misguided shrapnel from Ukraine
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
One of my favourite ‘Love’ poems, is in “Tullawalla”, on page 151 …
Readers who follow my blog/website, will know that recently I have been promoting my book “Tullawalla” … which I have self-published for this re-release, with the wonderfully professional assistance from “Jaymah Press”, a local enterprise who eagerly accepted my previous manuscript, and with some additions and substancial editing of the books presentation, I am ecstatic to announce the “Republished Tullawalla” (Which is bigger and better than before) will be available in September … Today I am posting “Cream and Honey” from page 151 in my book Tullawalla … which I originally wrote in October 2018
“Jaymah Press” >> https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
Cream and Honey
I dream of what might have been
Dream of what I have not seen
Snow on top of lover’s hill
Cream filling my empty till
I had forgotten what could have been
Forgotten what I had already seen
Flowers on top of her wooden bier
Honey kisses, and…
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Jaymah Press
COMING SOON! 10 SEPTEMBER 2022
Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands Are Full of Memories and Rhymes
Poetry by Ivor Steven. Artwork by Kerri Costello
A Crack in The Wall
Placing yesteryear’s photos
In that bygone album
Cutting window holes
In today’s front door
Pasting forgotten memories
In the Bible, so forlorn
Packing tomorrows cases
Full of dusty dreams
Clutching torn curtains
Darkened to the outside world
Passing a crumbling brick wall
Weakened by the original fall
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
Tullawalla:
Illustration by Kerri Costello
Chapter 4
Humour, Wit, Sarcasm, And Christmas Stories
If Only Walls Could Talk
It’s true you know
Walls can talk
So I’ve been told
By a beautiful Rose
You’ll have to listen
Listen very closely
Put your ear against the wall
Use a stethoscope if you must
Listen to the wooden heart
Standing proud and tall
A rough soul rendered smooth
Layers of paint, every hue
Covering up dusty memories
Of hearts lost through years of cavities
Like the old Wailing Wall
You’re walking along a history hall
Your secrets, one and all
They’ve heard every gasp
Your children’s moans
And your lover’s groans
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
Here is her incredible drawing for Tullawalla’s Epilogue
And here is my Epilogue poem ….
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
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