Fifty years have flown bye
And I’ll never forget ‘American Pie’
It’s True, old rockers never die
Their music shall always fly
There above in Leonard’s Tower of Song
Where they are all singing along
Imagining John’s words were not wrong
Will our new lyrics be as strong?
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
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 >> view original post…. at the bottom of this reblog…
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link 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.
What is Nightmare Whispers? It is 3 volumes of short horror stories and dark poetry. It is the collected fears and darkness that lingers just out of the light.
Why is there three volumes? Well that’s because we recieved more quality stories than we had room for in a single volume. It was admittedly us deciding that we wanted to share the stories that were too amazing to refuse.
Where can you get your own copy?
#NIghtmareWhispers PRE-ORDERS ARE HERE! Nightmare Whispers Volume 1: The
Darkness Within releases on October 31st 2020, but if you act now you can preorder yourself a copy of the books for the discounted price of $5.
#NWTheDarknessWithin #Anthologies #Horror
- Pre-Order Here: Www.books2read.com/NWTheDarknessWithin
#NIghtmareWhispers PRE-ORDERS ARE HERE! Nightmare Whispers Volume 2:
Madness Echoes releases on October 31st 2020, but if you act now you can preorder yourself a copy of the books for the discounted price of $5.
#NWMadnessEchoes #Anthologies #Horror
- Pre-Order Here: http://www.books2read.com/NWMadnessEchoes
#NIghtmareWhispers PRE-ORDERS ARE HERE! Nightmare Whispers Volume 3:
What Remains releases on October 31st 2020, but if you act now you can preorder yourself a copy of the books for the discounted price of $5.
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- Pre-Order Here: http://www.books2read.com/NWWhatRemains
Ivor Steven. October 2020
Daily life’s my chance
My Every breath is a dance
Live love at first glance
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
From here in Australia, I’ve been reading the stories about Mr Trump and his having contracted the ‘Covid’ virus this week, and his subsequent “miraculous/cure” recovery…. which seemed to remind me of this poem I wrote back in October 2017
Not Here nor There
My time is slowly passing.
Age is creeping, not lasting.
I’m frail and growing older.
My body shivers when it’s colder.
And sweats like hell, in the heat.
My mind is feeble and weak.
I don’t seem to remember.
Whether it’s March, April, or September.
Here I sit, what am I doing.
There I look, where am I going.
There I ask, what’s for tea dear.
Oh, I forgot, she’s not here.
Well best I retire to bed.
Wrest this weary head.
Under a linen sheet, like a white hood.
And lie here, on this piece of driftwood.
Ivor Steven (c) October 2017
This week’s Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts is; STEAMED LENSES. Please go over and check out their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . The below poem is my response to the prompt…
Is There Love Behind Steamed-up Glasses Of Dread
Life is indeed a tangle web
Behind steamed-up glasses of dread
But finding an end to the masks loose threads
Eventually unbinds previous words misread
We are bruised and torn
We are the drowned unicorns
Hatred is trampling our weary souls
Love and healing should be our goals
Love is every season, and the ones in between
Love is every moonbeam, and the ones in between
Love is every sunrise, and the ones in between
Love is an afternoon sea-breeze, and the cool evenings in between
I know these visions to be a true call
Because I’ve looked into the wizard’s crystal-ball
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
This week’s Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts is; STEAMED LENSES. Please go over and check out their fabulous site by clicking on this link >> https://weeklyprompts.com/2020/10/07/wednesday-challenge-steamed-lenses/ . The below poem is my response to the prompt…
Is There Love Behind Steamed-up Glasses Of Dread
Life is indeed a tangle web
Behind steamed-up glasses of dread
But finding an end to the masks loose threads
Eventually unbinds previous words misread
We are bruised and torn
We are the drowned unicorns
Hatred is trampling our weary souls
Love and healing should be our goals
Love is every season, and the ones in between
Love is every moonbeam, and the ones in between
Love is every sunrise, and the ones in between
Love is an afternoon sea-breeze, and the cool evenings in between
I know these visions to be a true call
Because I’ve looked into the wizard’s crystal-ball
Today, a Haiku
Rain hail, or sunshine
The lover’s pen writes a line
Inside a hearts shrine
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
In the anthology, “Nightmare Whispers, Vol I, The Darkness Within”, I have 3 of my poems represented: ‘Lost on the River’, ‘Smashed Pumpkin Brains’ & ‘Who’s Rowing My Boat in the Dark’. NIghtmare Whispers PRE-ORDERS ARE HERE! Nightmare Whispers Volume 1: The Darkness Within releases on October 31st 2020, but if you act now you can pre-order yourself a copy of the books for the discounted price of $5.#NWTheDarknessWithin #Anthologies #Horror- Pre-Order Here: https://books2read.com/Nwthedarknesswithin
Cheers & Happy Reading
Ivor Steven
Today I am presenting one of my poems from the “Fae Dreams” Anthology, being released by Fae Corps Publishing, on 31st October. The poem is a piece I wrote 2 years ago, and I’m ecstatic to have “Tower to Heaven” published in this fabulous Anthology. Here’s the pre-order link for the “Fae Dreams” Anthology. >
www.books2read.com/FaeDreams
Tower to Heaven
I remember the day
Like it was yesterday
A cold morning in the paddock
I, a shadow in the flock
Standing beside a giant pylon
I looked up to heaven
Straight up the tower
The tower of power
Crosses of galvanized iron
Shimmering under the winter sun
Wind whistling through its huge steel web
Howling sounds Hades walking dead
And demons screaming in my head
My spirit begun climbing the spire
Clambering higher and higher
Up the pyramid of life’s wires
Desperate, I grasp at my ultimate desire
A visionary mission before I die
To embrace a piece of my angels’ sky
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
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