Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Pebbles Fade into Dust”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem at Coffee House Writers …
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Time is an eternal sundial
The sun rises and the sun sets
Tides roll in, tides go out
The rivers ebb and flow
And the gray clouds of life
Continue to fly on by
Curtains open and curtains fall
The audience wants more
Feel the crowd roar
Last night, did you hear the moon call?
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
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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.
Today’s poem is a self portrait piece I wrote in September 2018, which I posted earlier today on Go Dog Go Cafe >> http://godoggocafe.com/2021/09/03/throwback-friday-looking-at-the-mirror-by-ivor-steven/
Looking At the Mirror
I see an oldish bloke, who likes to write poetry
Personal topics and our world’s society
Why don’t I try to write a bigger story?
Flash fiction, and there’s enough for a book
Am I too afraid to really look?
All my poems are quite shortish
Like last year’s birthday cake wish
Maybe I’ll say, “I’m far too lazy”
I can’t tell them, I’m a bit crazy!!
Nor that I’m a mad Lord of Wizardry
Best I turn the mirror, for another view
They want to know about me and you
I see a bald man, just like my dad
And that’s not at all bad
I always said, if I grew up
To be half as good as my dad
I’d be very happy and proud
And well ahead of the crowd
He was a kind and thoughtful man
I suppose I’m honest and lend a hand
I see, I’m showing my age
My journey has torn many a page
And it’s not that I’m overly sad
My veneer shows everyone I’m glad
I’ve lived my promise, for better and for worse
And I loved my job, a carer during her curse
Ivor Steven (c) September 2018
Featured Image above; The Athabasca River, Alberta, Canada, taken by Uncle Dick Meyer ..
Dark Rivers
We are not Robots
We are not managed
By remote controls
We are of flesh and bone
We are of spirit and heart
Receptive to compassion and love
The rivers do run
And the rivers do part
Falling into oceans of dying souls
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
A big thank you to Editor Irene Toh for including my poems Cascading Snowflakes and Time Strolls, they were up yesterday, among some great poems by many wonderful writers, in Issue 19 of Red Wolf Journal, an anthologized PDF selection of pieces addressing a “My Dream Of You” theme.
Cascading Snowflakes and Time Strolls were originally published at RWJ earlier in the year, in their almost-daily journal, surrounded by many other fine works, so I’m thrilled and very honored to have been selected for the anthology.
And today I shall present “Cascading Snowflakes”
Red Wolf Journal
Issue 19 – Fall 2021
My Dream Of You
Cascading Snowflakes
by Ivor Steven
A morning blizzard of hailstones
Smothers my old frozen bones
Polarized, I am shivering head to spine
Chilling my chasms of hard lines
Daily coldness unwrapping
Mid-morning thawing, eventually happening
Melting, my eternal iceberg breaks
Into an avalanche of cascading snowflakes
Covering me in a white blanket of crystal firestones
Gradually warming my lonesome bones
Turning my purple blood into glowing red
Clearing heavy fogginess from my head
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
A big thank you to Editor Irene Toh for including my poems Time Strolls and Cascading Snowflakes, they are up today among some great poems by many wonderful writers, in Issue 19 of Red Wolf Journal, an anthologized PDF selection of pieces addressing a “My Dream Of You” theme.
Time Strolls and Cascading Snowflakes were originally published at RWJ earlier in the year, in their almost-daily journal, surrounded by many other fine works, so I’m thrilled and very honored to have been selected for the anthology.
And today I shall present “Time Strolls”
Red Wolf Journal
Issue 19 – Fall 2021
My Dream Of You
Time Strolls
by Ivor Steven
I am no sleepy koala
Nor a pretty brolga
I am stoic and ancient, like Mount Olga
An old scribe from Tullawalla
You cannot feel my heart
Nor can you see my star chart
I am an astronaut without a spacecraft
An old pilot from the lost Ark
I am not flying alone in the dark
Nor will I swim among the hungry sharks
I am a dreamer fishing for humanities restart
An old disciple waiting to disembark
Ivor Steven (c) August 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.
The Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is: Sanctuary. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . and the poem below is my response to their prompt …
His New Sanctuary is Luxury
Sometimes in life
Just when it’s right
There’s that moment
And tonight’s that moment
Sometimes we are lucky
Against all the odds
There’s that fortunate time
I am ecstatic and feeling blessed
Gratefully thankful
I write these words on today’s Newspaper
Reading tomorrow’s weather forecast
Happiness is here
Here right beside me
Under my verandah roof
Comfy and relaxed
Frankie love’s his new sanctuary
Ivor Steven (c) August 2021
A poem I wrote 2 years before ‘covid’ took hold … eerie ..
Funny enough my poem today is not about life in ‘covid’ times, as I wrote this piece in June 2018, but on reading this poem today, the theme could well pertain to our ‘covid’ lockdown situation here at the moment in Geelong … hmmm eerie …
Wondering And Wandering Again
Do you every have that vacant feeling
Silently in a void, wandering
Darkness has fallen
Clouds shroud the moon
Misty rain cools the night-air
Wondering what happened to your daytime
Hours of down-time
What have you done?
Memories of your day have gone
Nothing in your hand
Blankness in your mind
Decoding untold stories
Writing on empty blue lines
Words of hidden rhymes
With invisible ink that runs away
Eloping with your pen
To find a better day
And leaving you alone again
Ivor Steven (c) June 2018
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven…
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