I had the pleasure of providing Robert Okaji with a poem “Title – His Hand in Her Hand”, for his sponsorship month of poetry supporting and donating to “Brick Street Poetry Inc” …Please click via link for details >>
Category: Poems
Back Copies
Hello dear readers, especially those in Australia, the Positive Words magazines for Creative Writers everywhere, are indeed a fabulous read .. and I thoroughly recommended them to you … see original post for details
I have lots of extra back copies and I’m trying to clear some space in my very cluttered office.
Send (or direct deposit) $2.20 for one recent back copy, $3.30 for two or $5.50 for four different copies.
Just the price of postage 🙂
Great reading and inspiration. Each issue contains a wide range of poetry and stories from writers all over Australia as well as prompts for writing.
Right or Wrong
My poem today is actually made up of 3 different Haiku, however, as what often happens with my jumbled words and thoughts, the 3 stanzas seemed to fit together to form “one” poem …
Right or Wrong
As we scrape along
In life, we are often wrong
Before our swan song
Are we wrong or right?
Why do we let the moonlight
Disappear from sight?
Gloom enfolds the view
Gey clouds cover rainbow hues
Darkness stalks us too
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Existence and Renewal (is up at Coffee House Writers magazine)
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Existence and Renewal”, 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/existence-and-renewal/
Ivor Steven (c) September 2021
Intertwined
“After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – I have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains.” ― Walt Whitman
Intertwined
Why are we deaf and blind?
How can we be so silently unkind?
Nature is not our kitchen to be redesign
Mother Earth is our holy shrine
Our one and only protective rind
All we need, is her love intertwined
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Featured Image: Forest Garden, Mt Dandenong, Victoria, by Greg Brave
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Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Promote Yourself Mondays, September 20, 2021
Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
Throwback Friday, Sailing By, by Ivor Steven
Good morning readers .. today the reblogg button worked .. thank you to “Sue” for her advice of trying a different channel/page
The original version of ‘Sailing By’ I wrote back in 2012, and this revised piece is from July 2018
Sailing By
Gone, a day, weeks, years
Gone, sailing by, lonely tears
Gone, sailing by, the good times
Gone, the years of a lifetime
What’s the difference between desire and passion?
What’s the chance of finding one in billion?
There are millions in the oceans of the world
There are thousands of beats to every new heart
What’s the difference between love and pain?
What’s the chance of falling in love again?
There are millions of stars in the Milky-Way
There are hundreds of dreams about love yesterday
What’s the difference between the sea and the sky?
What’s the chance of sharing the horizon in July?
There’s no answers to your questions
There are months of wonders in the four seasons
What’s the difference between the calm and the storm?
What’s…
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Splintered Bridges
Bridges of ancient dreams spanned
On the wings of the bridled albatross
Flying over shallow lakes of delta moss
Bridges crossing from here to there
Above the worlds fractured rivers
Meandering from there to here
Connecting lonely bridal hands
Of people from far away lands
Bridges trekked by torn and splintered feet
And blooded by bomb blasted streets
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Worlds Beyond Thoughts
My poem today is made from a list of comments that I have left on fellow ‘Bloggers’ sites, and in order of stanza appearance these are the writers sites for you to visit ..
Bart – https://bartbarkerpoet.com/
Sadje – https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/
Punam – https://paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com/
Sadje – https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/
Annette – https://aikalandros.com/
Dwight – https://rothpoetry.wordpress.com/
Michelle~M – https://herwritinghaven.com/
Catxman – https://catxman.wordpress.com/
Mark – https://havocandconsequence.wordpress.com/
Cindy – https://uniquelyfitblog.com/
Carol – https://therapybits.com/
Cassa – https://flickerofthoughts.com/
Windwhisperer – https://wildwindwhisperer.wordpress.com/
Worlds Beyond Thoughts
Laws are merely guide lines
For the arrows of love to climb
Mirror mirror on the wall
Recalls our joys and falls
Behind every mask there is a weathered face
Behind every face old lines survive in place
Behind every place memories live with grace
Evil eyes lurk in veiled skies
The wisdom of native ancestors should be listened to
And not be lost to the modern ways this arrogant world
The way of modern progress
Is to leave nature shamefully undressed
Nature and renewal walk down the garden path hand in hand
I hear church bells ring
I see the mouses die
And the clouds always cry
Keep the cup full, turn the power on
And the answer will come
Like a big jigsaw puzzle
Not all the pieces will fit back
And overall the world will look the same
I cannot dwell on what has been
While I feel my blade of grass is alive and green
Above and beyond the crusty dirt
The universe is a symphonic concert
They say that the truth hurts
Beware of cold desserts
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Ivor Steven (c) September 14th 2021
A Violet and A Blade of Grass (Revised)
I wrote this poem a year ago …
A Violet and A Blade of Grass
Years ago, I met a 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) Sept 2021
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