In response to, Weekly Photo Prompts…Faux Flowers. However I don’t have any false flowers, but here I’ve some photos of my “real” winter flowers in my courtyard garden.. Featured Image above: Drooping Violet.
Above Left: Begonia, dragon wing red Above Right: Geranium, deep red
Above Left: Osteospermum, yellow Above Right: Bougainvillea, jazzi
The Flower Show
A yard full of blooms
The scene, a sea of colour
Flowering perfume
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
Two weeks ago, on Friday 15th I was cleaning out my mailbox, throwing out all those annoying advertising pamphlets, when I happen to notice a little flyer that caught my attention. Yeah ! a book fair to held the next day in the West Geelong Town Hall. I missed last year’s event, and finding the advertisement was a pleasant surprise…. Yes I did go……….Yes I did buy a few books…. Yes the advertising did work… The Weekly Photo Prompt this week is: Advertising
Below: Some of the Poetry books I did discover and subsequently purchased, and I’m sure they’ll make for interesting reading on my flight over to New York…..
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Weekly Photo Prompt: Featured Image.
Hi dear Helene, I’ve yet to participate in one of your weekly photo prompts, and I found your photo fascinating, and my I wrote this poem for your prompt.
My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn
I saw a sign, painted by His hand
The words, I did not understand
I thought why ? another old brick wall
Ascending the crooked ladder, too afraid to fall
There I stood alone, and stared
Above the galaxy’s glare
My retina’s were burning
Last night’s moon had p
My neighbour wasn’t mowing his lawn
I then saw the universe
Oblivion, in a blade of grass
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I’d like to thank Gina, of Singledust, and her glorious poem, ‘last pure light’, on “Go Dog Go Cafe”, for inspiring me to write my poem, ‘The Golden Beach’, please click >> Here, to read her wonderful words. Also referring to this weeks, Weekly Photo Prompt: Tradition, yes it’s an Australian tradition to spend Christmas at the beach
Staring over the ripples in my cuppa tea
Gazing at the future forecast by the tea leaf’s
I’m visualising waves upon the morning sea
And the sensation of the sand beneath my feet
Oh to walk on the golden beach again
Inhale the fragrance of the wind caressing my skin
And to swim in the rejuvenating ocean
Feel the surf’s spray on my body, like warm rain
The tentacles of fresh air draw you in securely
An aura of purity and peace abounds richly
There’s a crispness from the sun that warms your heart
And a cleansing depth within the surrounds that soothes your soul
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Weekly Word Prompt : This week’s word prompt is : Perspective.
This is an old poem of mine, The poem “Inside Out”, is more just a rhyme and a play on a few featured words. Over the road from were I once lived, there was a furniture shop, and the advertising hoarding was, “Inside Out, Exotic Furniture”, well I was sitting there waiting for the bus, and in my minds imagination, I changed the the words to “Inside-out, Upside-down, Erotic Furniture”, and hence my little anecdote was laid…. with a totally different perspective..
Inside Out
The view of my love seems upside down.
When I’m at the bottom of her flowing gown.
And my erotic picture appears inside out.
What’s this scenic love all about.
The ways of my love seem upside down.
When she’s on top, covering me ’til I drown.
And I’m underneath, neither in, nor out.
What’s this crazy love all about.
The river of my love seems upside down.
When I’m sitting inside her smiling frown.
And her foreign body hits me in and out.
What’s this exotic love all about.
The world of my love seems upside down.
When I’m laying below her pounding mound.
And her endless thrusts, feel inside out.
What’s this frenzied love all about.
Ivor Steven (c 2018
Weekly Prompts: Word Prompt, This weeks word prompt: Curiosity. And there’s plenty of curiosity in these odds and ends pieces of poetry that I’ve compiled below. They are all verse comments that I’ve made to some of my readers.
Curiosity
It’s the devil in me
curiosity of a busy bee
I just had to see
your words of poetry
Pencils
I never retire without my note-pad nearby
My lead pencil, my bedtime writing scribe
Sometimes heavy, other times light
A necessary sword to fight off dark nights
Words To You
You write to me
I write to you
Your thoughts say it all
Words do fall
Out of a crack in the wall
Stand on the rubble tall
Let the dust settle
Light up the Kettle
Have a cuppa and a chat
Light flows back, through the crack
Writing is our world
Words are our pearls
Drum Beat
Writing is a conundrum
Keep beating your drum
There’s a tune in your pen, for every line
Do not worry about the time
It’s only the sound of a chime
Everlasting is your journey’s climb
Rain And Pain
I no more seek pain
I feel caressed by the rain
Soothing my daily strain
Let it rain, I’m over being a champion
Clouds
oh, to float on a cloud high
be at peace with the sky
quietly breathe in and sigh
look down and wonder why
Upside Down
hanging around upside down
gives you a top view of the ground
reverses the annoying busy sounds
lets you think of life’s endless bounds
Wet Grass
You lay there bathing in moonshine
Caressing tingles down your spine
Freshening evening dew
Letting the moist grass entwine you
Lovely
Love has all the answers
Let us all pack our travel-bags
Join the world’ dancers
Let us all wave our white flags
Power
Is the shift of power
For every-ones good
Living in their glass towers
Hearts made of plastic wood
Leaving us to bow and cower
Raped by their greedy falsehoods
I Am You
You are you
From top to toe
You are you
From arm to palm
You are you
A heart full of gold
You are you
A light for our souls
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Weekly Prompt: This weeks Word Prompt; Germs
There’s festering germs in my brain
The hallucination seems real
Last night I went to a funeral
The funeral was mine
Attending the wake
In the forest beside the lake
I was a mental mess
Walking around, dressed in my finest
A plastic name-tag tied to my thong
They were singing my song
Alone, I trekked through botanical gardens
Heading towards the big game
Couldn’t remember who was playing
Does it even matter
I was too busy dictating
My last will and testament
To any-one who would listen
Telling the young ones, not to worry
“Uncle Ivor will look after you, we all belong”
They were singing my song
There wasn’t a church
More like the Football Club hall
Big enough to hold them all
Ample food and gallons to drink
Leonard was there all along
He was singing my song
There was no Hallelujah
Making it write, knew the words
A Tennessee man played the drums
Every foot was tapping to the beat
The beat goes on, and on
They were singing my song
The music resonated into my art gallery
Organised to humour the goddess
The local switchboard was frantic, like a chatter blog
Announcing a wake, under the stars
Celestial, stellar, and beyond
They were singing my song
Lemons adorned the tables
Soul gifts, smelling fresh as hell
Too fiery there, I wasn’t allowed to dwell
The crowd was giving me the cold shoulder
I was talking to myself in Antarctica
Overhearing the laughter, rejoicing in my coldness
They were singing my song
One of us cannot be wrong
I’d like to thank the following, fellow friends/bloggers, for attending my dream-time wake, as per my dream, in order of appearance.
1. Mental Mess
2. DoesItEvenMatter
3. Making It Write
4. The Tennessee Poet
5. Humouring The Goddess
6. Chatter Blog
7. Stella
8. Lemon
9. Soul Gifts
10. Fresh Hell
11. Fiery
12. Talking To Myself
And of course, Leonard Cohen, for his glorious music and Lyrics.
And here is my poem, “It’s Just A Little Dream”
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/12/18/its-just-a-little-dream-2/
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Weekly Prompt: Photo prompt for this week, Right Place Right Time
I’m presenting pictures here of “My Home”, and feeling incredibly fortunate, that I happened to be in the right place at the right time, two years ago, when I was lucky enough to find this little abode for sale. And on inspection I immediately feel in love with the place, knowing that this is where my soul could finally be at peace, and I came to engross myself in this writers haven that I had dreamt of, and knowing that it was now going to become a reality. Thank you to Linda, of Spiritual Dragonfly, for inspiring to do this post about “My Place”, and I hope all is well there for Linda over in Carolina, after coping with Hurricane Florence.
Above, my verandah area, my gallery, and where the old family home name, “Tullawalla” sign, is now proudly on display.
Above, My fernery, my garden courtyard, and more of my verandah gallery.
Above. More of my gallery under the verandah, and my barbeque and my outdoor speakers, which are wired back to my computer sound system, I hope the neighbours appreciate my music choices
Above. My home, front view, window garden bed and my garage. The writers bedroom and studio/desk area, is where all the poems are written. And attached below a lovely song from Xavier Rudd… “Home”
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Weekly Prompt: Word Prompt, This weeks word is, Nuisance
I didn’t think I was a nuisance
Strolling around, minding my own business
Waiting, like the rest of my crowd
A sturdy warhorse, tall and proud
Delivering parcels to and fro
Rain, hail or snow
I do the best that I can
I keep myself gleamy and clean
Always courteous and patient
Give me a push and I’ll respond
I was controlled and strong
And I didn’t mind the little-ones
I’d happily lug them around
Screaming and kicking me
I’d stand there quietly smirking
Taking all their constant abuse
From both young and old
Why did I end up here
Dumped like an alley cat
Caged like a mongrel dog
Behind this fence of cold iron
On top of the towns highest hill
Under a dripping cypress tree
How did they drag me
Up the rocky track’s steepest incline
I’m scared, abandoned and alone
My old frame is turning grey and rusty
Am I finally at the end of the line
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Weekly Prompts. Photo Prompt: Festival
During the last six years, I’ve attended numerous music festivals within the Geelong area and I was fortunate enough to also go to the world famous Port Fairy Folk Music Festival, in 2013, featuring, David Francey(with his band, Go Jane Go), Xavier Rudd, and Geoffrey Gurrumul, a music vidoe of his glorious singing below, you won’t believe how beautiful his voice is !! The featured image above is from the Geelong Jazz Festival on streets in the CBD.
Above, From The Top, David Francey,(left side of stage) at Port Fairy Folk Music Festival 2013. Next: Enjoying the festival, Ivor with Lyn, one of those dear friends of Carole, who were there with us throughout the whole journey. (we swapped hats for this pic)
Above are pictures from the Geelong Motor City Music Festival, 2014 and 2015. From the Top, Lloyd Spiegel, Claude Hay, my friends enjoying the show, Martin, Terry and Jacqui, and The Chris Wilson Blues Band .
Above two pictures are from our local Pako Festa, a multi-cultural festival held annually here in Geelong, a street parade, street stalls and displays and outdoor concerts. Left, pic Ivor with Niamh, My Irish friend’s Martin and Jacqui, daughter, 2013, she’s 18 months old, and the same little Niamh in 2016, yep she’s Ivor’s special little girl.
Here below a poem I wrote about my time at the Port Fairy Folk Music Festival, in March 2013, and the four day Festival was an event I shall always remember.
A Festival
A Festival, beside the sea
Musicians playing in the breeze
Song-catchers of sadness and glee
Open for everyone to see
A Festival, of warmth and love
Bound together within a community glove
Endless tunes, over and above
Gliding around like peaceful doves
A Festival, with friends in a cottage
Laughter, travelling through the village
Riding on a horse-drawn carriage
Singing out of tune, a broken homage
A Festival, rejoicing day and night
Eating and drinking on-site
The multitude happy and bright
Hovering under the stage lights
A Festival, a joyful blast
Memories always to last
The fun time went so fast
Holding hands on the grass
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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