Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Nightmare Whispers Vols I, II & III

Here’s the link to Vol I https://books2read.com/Nwthedarknesswithin/
Here’s the link to Vol III https://books2read.com/Nwwhatremains/

link to the collection https://books2read.com/NwTheCollectionbooks2read.com

Available now at your favorite digital store!The Collection by Fae Corps Publishing, Andrew McDowell, Arianna Sebo, Austen Miles, BF Vega, Brittany MacDonald, Charles Kelley, Deedra Nichole, Edward Ahern, Gary Wosk, Ivor Steven, J. Benjamin Sanders Jr, Jenean McBrearty, John Grey, K. T. Seto, Lily M. Snow, Kari Leigh Sanders, Michael Guzman, Robert Beveridge, Paul O’Neill, Raz T. Slasher, Rose J Fairchild, Steven McQuiggan, Serena Mossgraves, Thomas Sturgeon Jr, Tish MacWebber, Valkyrie Howard, Vonnie Winslow Crist, Z.L. A., Lisa Poff (31 kB)

link to the collection https://books2read.com/NwTheCollectionbooks2read.com

Promote Yourself Monday, October 26, 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….. Visit the Go Dog Go Cafe and Promote Yourself Monday site, by clicking on below > “view original post here”

Go Dog Go Café

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.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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My Blue Statice Blooms Today

Todays poem is a repost from 2 years ago, and today my gorgeous plant Blue Statice (Limonium perezii Blue) is in full bloom again. And a year ago the poem was published in a local anthology called “Writeabout- Two”

My Blue Statice Blooms Today

Love is a dirty word when I’m alone

Nervously shaking to the bone

Hearing myself rattle unseen

Anxiously sweating, feeling unclean

Awakening, my eyes slowly open

Nightmares diminish, now forgotten

The wind carries sunlight through my dawn’s clouds

My courtyard flowers, stand radiant and proud

Listening, I hear the bird’s morning calls

My gloominess gradually stalls

Sounds of music vibrate the walls

Nature’s crescendos fill my heart’s empty halls

Love is a dirty word no more

Love is within my skins every pore

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Did You Forget Something?

In response to CalmKate’s Friday Fun Photo Prompt, “Odd One”. https://aroused.blog/2020/10/24/friday-fun-odd-one/

Did You Forget Something

Ahh!! There he is again

On the other footpath

Trying to look

Inconspicuous

But he stands out like

Dogs balls

Awkwardly fumbling

In his pockets

Desperately searching

Red-faced from embarrassment

He’s flustered

Then he drops it

Now, everyone can see

The item he found

There on the dirty ground

His face Mask unbound

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

A Planter Box

A big thank you to Dwight Roth, for providing me with the inspiration to write this post today… here’s his fabulous haiku from earlier today ..

“When life overwhelms

Focus on what’s important

Nature’s beauty calls”

A Planter Box

I’ve been busy gardening

Soulfully so relaxing

And I’ve built a planter box

Out of leftover roof stocks

Large enough for cucumber seedlings

Their dream home for the warm season

Fertile soil and nurturing watering

To Produce a harvest worth devouring

Ten weeks away my first feast

Enough to feed the kids from the east

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Another Mad World

Are we a modern reflection of the moon?

Just a spoilt man with a silver spoon

Torn, tarnished, and running out of room

Where even the green witches have lost their brooms

A lonely planet of rocky dunes with a sun-burnt crust

Dark craters for oceans and rivers of dust

No vegetation to feed on, nor furry animals to kill

Only smelly whale bones and rotting pelican bills

Madly we think there is another new world

Just jet away to, and breed more crazy boys and girls

Our mad scientists know, humans have shamed mother earth

And we are entirely to blame for defiling her worth

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

MAD WORLD CREATIVITY PROMPT CHALLENGE: Another Mad World – Ivor Steven

My poem “Another Mad World” has been published at ‘Brave & Reckless’ today, and thank you to the editor Christine for accepting this piece…

Brave & Reckless

Are we a modern reflection of the moon?
Just a spoilt man with a silver spoon
Torn, tarnished, and running out of room
Where even the green witches have lost their brooms

A lonely planet of rocky dunes with a sun-burnt crust
Dark craters for oceans and rivers of dust
No vegetation to feed on, nor furry animals to kill
Only smelly whale bones and rotting pelican bills

Madly we think there is another new world
Just jet away to, and breed more crazy boys and girls
Our mad scientists know, humans have shamed mother earth
And we are entirely to blame for defiling her worth

Ivor was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, and has been writing poetry for 19 years, having numerous poems published in on-line magazines, and his works appear in Anthologies by, Vita Brevis, Fae Corps Inc, and Red Wolf Journal. He’s an active member…

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Trying To Leave Something Behind

Trying to Leave Something Behind

My old pen is a blunt knife

Scraping along the edges of life

Hanging on by my fingernails

To the ancient spirits that fill my empty sails

My days are Leis of greys

Yesterday’s clouds a sky ballet

Today, here comes the suns soothing rays

Turning my grey horizon into a rosy bouquet

My pages of endless blue lines

Are becoming tomorrows book of wisdom and rhymes

My volumes of dreams are now to be a reality

Retrieving hidden debris from under my courtyard fernery

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Tullawalla # 20 Trying To Leave Something Behind

Hello dear readers and followers. During these days of continuing restrictions, I’ve been preparing and typing madly, to produce my Twentieth Tullawalla Poetry Booklet….. For new readers that don’t know about these booklets, they are basically the reason why I write poetry. I produce these ‘home-printed’ booklets for the sole purpose of raising funds for my favourite charity organisation, the MS Society, in Australia via the MS Charity Shop here in Geelong. And actually all money’s I receive for any of my poetry .via, submissions, I donate to the MS Society…. I’m proud to announce, that the sale of my “Tullawalla Booklets”, have now gone pass $1300.00, … to all the lovely readers, who have donated, to help achieve such a wonderful amount, a big heartfelt thank you, from “us” and the MS Society … …..Amazingly, there is now a total of “822 poems”, in my collection/series of 20 Tullawalla Booklets. This booklet is finally completed, and ready for sale now !! As always, they are available for purchase, either as a hard copy or a PDF format….. All proceeds go to the MS Charity Shop, here in Geelong West….. Please contact me here through my website page and I can chat about arrangements from there…. Oh, the booklet is called “Tullawalla”: “Trying to Leave Something Behind”… …. And here is the link to my website >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Faerie Pantomime

Mid morning and here comes the sun

The Wala* goddess smiles on everyone

Enriching the bloody goodness in our veins

And saturating our skin when the sky rains

Is your blood the same colour as mine?

Does your skin drip-dry under the same sunshine?

Are your dreams moonbeam snippets of time?

Do you imagine the world to be a faerie’s pantomime?

And we the audience, laughing at their mystical rhymes

Together dancing and ringing the city’s peace chimes

*Wala: Aboriginal mythical sun goddess.

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020