Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “I Wish, I Was Green”, 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/i-wish-i-was-green/
Ivor Steven © September 2022
My old school-case from sixty-years ago, full of “Tullawalla Books”
My house has been invaded by “Tullawalla Books” … come over and join the party, and lets celebrate … my long awaited SELF-PUBLISHED new edition is NOW available
… contact me via my web-email >> ivorrs20@gmail.com The book is only $20.00 AU plus postage & handling. If you are interested in purchasing a book, send me an email, I’ll send a PayPal Invoice out to you.
This Fence (Tullawalla, page 33)
I am quickly nearing this fence.
An obstacle of a lifetime I see.
And from my side of this fence,
The hurdle is too high for me.
And on the other side of this fence,
There seems nowhere to land or flee.
I have arrived at this fence,
Above the pickets, just grey sky.
And on my side of this fence,
The grass is brown and dry.
On the other side of this fence,
The grass is green, but still I cry.
How am I to clear this fence,
There seems nowhere to go or get by.
This fence, all built of stones,
Breaks my spirit, and all my bones.
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “A Good Guide”, 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/a-good-guide/
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
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
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
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my late wife Carole
Spiralling
I look
upwards
there
on spiralling
warm air
a white petal
fluttering
like a dove
between
here and there
hovering
on a cloud of love
there
waving
from above
my angel
forever
faithful
I wave
“oh, my love,
aren’t you tired yet?”
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
I am ecstatic to announce that the self-published version of my Book “Tullawalla” will be available on September 10th … thank you to my editor/publisher, Judy of Jaymah Press (a local establishment) for accepting to take on my project.
>> https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
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
Dreams of The Heart
I cannot walk the continents
Like the intrepid Marco Polo
But my feet have felt the sands of time
Pass between my toes
I have not sailed the high seas
Like the courageous Christopher Columbus
But my body has bathed
In an ocean full of kind hearts
I’m yet to fly in space
Like the brave Neil Armstrong
But I have reached for the stars
And touched my soul’s dreams
Ivor Steven (c) August 15th 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem“A Weloming Roar”, 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/a-welcoming-roar/
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
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