I have thirteen available chairs
Here at the bottom of His stairs
And a dozen of them are still empty
Despite the neon sign saying “No- Vacancy”
Obviously the advance bookings
Were quickly taken
Wisely heeding the prediction
That our world was breaking
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
A superbly worded thought provoking poem from one of favourite ‘poets’, Robert Okaji
A Word Bathing in Moonlight
You understand solitude,
the function of water,
how stones breathe
and the unbearable weight
of love.Give up, the voice says.
Trust only yourself.
Wrapped in light, you
turn outward. Burst forth.
“A Word Bathing in Moonlight” first appeared inEclectica in July 2017.
“Thinking Music” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/
A Courtyard Song
The spring morn is crisp
Sun-rays cling onto my chest
Porridge and lemon-ginger tea
Refresh my sleepy soul
Courtyard flowers arouse my eyes
Music vibrates the air
With a piano tune from Ludovico Einaudi
And Frankie quietly watches on
I write a comment for Derrick
His home in England needs a plumber
Then I send a song to Susi in America
To compliment her lovely ‘Fall’ poem
Carolyn’s words enrich my heart
But she will need her tissues
When she plays the video/music song
Only 8.00 am, and my message box is full
And now, the old poet’s day begins
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
Here is a poem I wrote last year, and today I am posting the piece as my response to “Go Dog Go Cafe’s” Halloween-themed Prompt Challenge (Guest Submissions), and you are welcome to participate via this link … > https://godoggocafe.com/2021/10/01/halloween-themed-prompt-challenge-guest-submissions/
The Reincarnation of a Pumpkin
My locked bubble is about to go boom
A year I’ve been a stranger in my own tomb
Under a pumpkin lid, hiding my gloom
Where my world was a rotting cave of doom
Now these orange walls are my life-giving womb
Being reborn like a smiling old groom
I’m breaking away from the master’s dead blooms
Escaping on the green witch’s magical broom
Flying over the full moon of autumn
Where I’ll be able to wear my mask and costume
Hidden under my orange Kaftan from Khartoum
And I’ll invade the newsrooms, and all the children’s bedrooms
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Cast In Marble”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem at Coffee House Writers …
https://coffeehousewriters.com/cast-in-marble/
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
Dreams Unseen
I cannot run no more
And I cannot swim the sea
But I can fly
In my sky of dreams
I have stopped climbing trees
And I cannot move mountains
But the highest peaks
Are not in my dreams
I have not embraced the mystery
Of my universe
Nor found my shining star
But I am here today
Floating on my ocean of dreams
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
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Hello dear readers and followers … amazingly, I have still managed to produce my “Twenty Forth Tullawalla” Poetry Booklet….. For new readers that don’t know about these booklets, they are basically the reason why I write poetry. I produce these ‘home-printed’ 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 $1500.00, … 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 … …..Incredibly, there is now a total of “1015 poems”, Yep over “A Thousand Poems” in my collection/series of 24 Tullawalla Booklets. After 4 months, this booklet is finally completed, and ready for sale now !! As always, they are available for purchase, either as a hard copy ‘Booklet’, 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, I Softly Walk”… And here is the link to my website >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com
Softly I Walk
My sensitive old pen
Bleeds words of why and when
And scrawls blue lines now and then
Life and love have left me breathless
However, my empty body is not heartless
Nor is my tired soul sightless
I hear the crusty sky softly walk
And I listen to my angel’s wings quietly talk
About when her universe turned into chalk
Ivor Steven (c) October 20212
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Today’s poem is one that I have revised a couple of times, and this edition is from November 2019
It’s early morn, time to break away
From last night’s, dream-time soiree
But first, I must make my bed
“Yes, just like Mum said”
Oh, I gratefully do remember
As I straighten the quilt cover
And I like to fluff-up my pillows
Ready for an evening’s bout with stupid cupid’s arrows
I’ve a long storage bedhead shelf
However I’m smiling, satisfied within myself
It’s always untidy and in disarray
And last nights scribbles are all on display
I gather up this multitude of loose words
The mess of my midnight songbirds
Snippets of my subconscious memories
Pieces of forgotten wistful dreams
And I begin to decode my jumbled site
Then emotionally, I start to rewrite
About the tea-leaf’s, floating on a calm sea
Forming love letters, from her to me
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019
Hello writers and fellow creatives! Here at the Go Dog Go Cafe, we have some exciting news! From now until October 25th, we will be accepting guest submissions for the Cafe! We are looking to drum up some excitement for the Halloween season and want to give other writers a chance to showcase their work to our community!
Hello writers and fellow creatives! Here at the Go Dog Go Cafe, we have some exciting news! From now until October 25th, we will be accepting guest submissions for the Cafe! We are looking to drum up some excitement for the Halloween season and want to give other writers a chance to showcase their work to our community!
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