Hello dear readers and followers, I am now writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Timeworn”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/timeworn/
“Timeworn” … An interesting song by the French group ‘Wildpath’ to accompany my thought-provoking poem.
Hello dear readers, this weekend, I am going to Ballarat for my brother’s Birthday, and I’ll be taking my ‘Duck Muck’ computer box with me. Hopefully, my whizz brother will be able to repair it. So, that means I’ll be relatively quiet here on my ‘website’ until my errant computer is up and running again. Feature Images: The gorgeous photos of the horse wearing ‘a crown and necklace’ is reproduced here on my poetry site with the kind permission of Derrick Knight >>https://derrickjknight.com/2023/09/27/polishing-the-car/
Today I am presenting the‘Epilogue’ poem that will be appearing in my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”. and “My Cloudy Vision” is a poem I wrote in September 2018, and it will be the finale piece in the Book. Please Note: the photo attached below, is the proposed cover design for my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”, created by my niece Kerri Costello – Philadelphia.
Epilogue. My Cloudy Vision
I am trying to write myself a Mission Statement Feels like a speech I need to practice in the basement I have never been good at making speeches They are messy, like eating mushy peaches
When I first began writing poetry My main aim was to teach myself to read and write again Several years ago, I suffered a Stroke Times become tough, depression drowned this bloke
Poetry became a form of self-therapy I listened to music and inspirational lyrics Leonard Cohen’s songs were always playing I fervently keep writing
My life became centered inside a small sphere While also caring for my lovely wife, her MS was severe Writing was my retreat, a place of solace My world was narrow, I was skating on thin ice
Ten years ago, my wife did pass My heart turned to water on glass Then I heard Leonard singing again His music and words were not in vain
I resumed drafting my poems Grieving, words were sad and solemn Healing takes time Soulfully I wrote more rhyme
I joined local writers’ groups My words were out there, under readers boots On a prompt, I started a website six years ago My confidence grew, I came in from the snow
Wondering what my goal is, where do I go There are many answers, I do not know In the future, I believe a poetry book or two I have volumes of poems waiting in the queue
This is my story My life’s journey Of cloudy visions My words, my mission
Over at Weekly Prompts the Wednesday Challenge word is: Time . To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here … my poem “Anti-Rust” spans twenty-three years of “Time”…
Anti-Rust
Twenty-three years have gone
Since I suffered my first stroke
I remember being cold and scared
I awoke the next day in hospital
Feeling like my limbs were full of rust
And my confused mind
Was locked inside a sleepwalking man
Disorientated and not to be trusted
Twenty-three years on
And two more strokes later
My body is still full of rust
But with the wonders of modern medicine
And some plucky self determination
I have recovered my cognitive abilities
And with the aid of anti-rust drugs
I am active enough to type up my canny poems
The Rust, Sivert Hoyem . Lyrics
Twenty hours he is gone Another time she’s waiting for him When he comes home He’s in terrible state He’s just sitting there by the window With his hate
A rusty bathtub in the garden Seven cars are in the yard And only one that is running Life is spout??? in the wilderness But in his heart
It’s not a place for new beginnings Everything you make make just falls apart
Sometimes she thinks It’s the rust that eats the soul In the winter time the sky is burning Purple orange and gold
So one night like any other She takes her bags out to the car She passes a minute Then she starts down the road You can get anywhere On the full tank of fuel And on an empty heart
It’s not a place for new beginnings Everything you make just falls apart The house neglected and forbidden ??? ???
Just thinking about it breaks your heart ???? from the ceiling ??? burning stars So decay and the rust that eats the soul The winter sky burns eternally But people come and people go
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “What Happened to Motherland”, 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 >>
Over at Weekly Prompts “today is the 1st October”, and the October Colour Challenge is Just Black! … Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … and below is my response to the ‘Prompt’
Today I am presenting the ‘penultimate‘ poem that will be appearing in my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”. and “Dancing In The Rain (an Epigram)” is a poem I wrote in September 2022, and it will be the last piece in the ‘Others’ section ofChapter 10. Short Poems: Haiku, Senryu, Tanka, and Others … Please Note: the photo attached below, is the proposed cover design for my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”, created by my niece Kerri Costello – Philadelphia.
Hello dear readers and followers, I’m proud to announce that over on Spillwords Press, mypoem “True” has been Nominated for “Publication of The Month for September” … So eat humble pie guys … and get your VOTING CARDS out again, and if you wish, you can Vote for me by “SEPT 29” via this Spillwords Link: https://spillwords.com/vote/
Please remember that you will need to register and/or log in to cast your vote.
Thank you to Dagmara K and the entire Spillwords team.
Congratulations to the other Nominees
HERE ARE THE NOMINEES:
Fever by Suman Pokhrel The Falling Man by Stephen Kingsnorth Kings of The Water by Tim Barlow Chilling Embrace by Lauren Scott Love Lane by Simona Prilogan Two Black Cats by Tamara Lindsay Ruth by James Walmsley True by Ivor Steven You’re No Good For Me by Sheila Henry Rubble Women by David Milner Harvest by Elaine Nadal Unobtainable by S.J. Walker Two Weeks Today by Elizabeth Ricketson Endless Scale by Vasile Trif
TRUE
written by: Ivor Steven
@ivors20
If there is something I could do I would do anything To save you Mother Nature, you are everything I look up to My words are nothing Compared to you You are the orchestrator of things With a balcony view