Featured Image Above: Of the Kananaskis Mountains, Alberta, Canada (West of Calgary), taken by my uncle, Dick Meyer (Dec.), from August 1997 …
From The North
Winter will not die
Nor relinquish his title
Without a cold blast
Howling over frozen bones
Of ancestors who have passed
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
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My poem today is based on a poetic ‘comment’ that I wrote on the “Chatter Blog’s” site, after reading her interesting article. For those who follow Colleen’s site, would agree that all of her posts are thought provoking and interesting, and you may visit her article by clicking on this link >> https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2021/12/29/hasnt-been-back/
Mankind’s Dirty Hands
I am an ancient oak tree
leaning against the prevailing breeze
the winds of time have shaped me
after blowing my disguise into the sea
now here I stand
a lifeless shadow
of leafless branches
within nature’s naked forest
waiting for mankind’s dirty hands
to stop the desert sands
from ravaging the last strands
of what remains hanging over our land
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
The Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge is: A New Dawn. and may visit their fabulous by clicking on >> Here and my attached ‘golden poem’ is in response to the prompt
Ivor Steven (c) January 1st 2022 (Happy New Year)
Happy New Year to my “2350” followers around the world and to all the visitors to my site, from an amazing “244” different Countries …
Here is my New Year’s poem from January 2019, and I was convalescing at home recovering from my second stroke … little did I know, I was to going have my third stroke in four weeks time …
Today Brings Tomorrow
A new day has arisen
A new year’s ahead
A new beginning is born
Life may turn for the worse
Below loose rocks and tired verse
Or life could improve to be better
Accruing love letters and joining the jet-setters
I’ve months to grow healthier and stronger
Before my next dream becomes a reality
Ivor Steven (c) January 2019
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond…
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I’m proud to announce that my poem “In the Valley of Light”, has been published in the Anthology “Nothing Divine Dies”, a poetry anthology about Nature, produce by Vita Brevis Press, which is Volume III, in their successful series of Anthologies, and my sincere thanks go to the editor Brian for kindly considering my poem.
“Nothing divine dies. All good is eternally reproductive. The beauty of nature reforms itself in the mind, and not for barren contemplation, but for new creation.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
From a shaft of sunlight warming the kitchen floor to a lush forest by Walden pond, what is it about experiencing nature that pleases and fulfills us? In the third volume of the Vita Brevis Poetry Anthology,established and emerging poets from around the world show what nature means to them. This is nature poetry at its most precise and moving, continuing the long tradition of Transcendentalism, deciphering ourselves and the world that sustains us — with art.
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The cold winds of change
Blow down from the mountain range
Gathering up lost souls estranged
Rescuing them from the forest of shadows
And release them into the sunny valleys of tomorrow
Where there is light, there is colour
Where there is colour, there is energy
Where there is energy, there is life
Ivor Steven (c) December 30th 2021
Dad’s Old Writing Desk
Typing words on my brother’s laptop
Sitting at my dad’s old writing desk
Here I am surrounded
By a magical sea of real friends
Who are smiling at my memories
Floating on moonlit walls
Glowing above the paintings
Created by my dream-time girl
Before she departed
This mystifying world
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Strong Undertows” is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
https://coffeehousewriters.com/strong-undertows/
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
The year faltered and stumbled by
After Santa’s last reindeer traveled the sky
Months of ‘covid’ blocked all roads to Rome
That prevented families from going home
When the festive season did arrive
Finally there were real hugs and high fives
Rejoicing among warm hearts and smiling faces
Standing cozily beside those old familiar fireplaces
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
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Ivor.Plumber/Poet 