Scars Revived

Days were dimly full of mace

I was a seedy old scar-face

With a shredded dark heart

In need of a surgeon’s restart

My innards were slashed and torn

Stuffed with yesterdays corn

My brains were in a rotted pumpkin-head

Emptied, thrown out into the shed

Ankles shattered, with crinkled toes

I looked like a weathered scarecrow

 

Sirens screeched and screamed

My angels golden chariot beamed

Nurses in white, doctors in blue

They all came to my rescue

Sewed my broken heart together

My rubber soul became light as a feather

Inspired dreams were renewed

A familiar smile re-screwed

My body’s bindings restrengthened

Life revived and internally lengthened

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

A Pleasant Sunday

Featured Image:  Above: Martin, father of Finn, Niamh and Tia.

Yesterday !! was a PJ’s day, today was another day. Sunday has been an Aussie barbecue, get together day, that I happily, was fortunate to be a part of. Please enjoy the photos, and soak up some of the afternoon’s atmosphere in the video links, oh gee, I hope they work. My friend Terry on the guitar, and Tom on the fiddle(the father of the gorgeous 6 month old baby girl, Eva, who is being fed during the video) and we are celebrating the occasion of Martin’s daughter, Tia, visiting from England, with her son Charlie and partner Jamie. A wonderful gathering of family and friends. I’m so hoping the videos work. ……….. Please let me know, they’re just videos off my phone that I transferred here via Google media, and I had no idea how to transpose them here………

Above & Below: Terry and Tom player a couple of traditional Irish songs.

Below: Terry singing a great Redgum classic song, Diamantina Drover

Photos Below:  Top Left, Tom and his daughter Eva, Top Right, Terry and Martin’s daughter Niamh , Bottom, Martin, baby Eva, and that dog Monty licking Ava’s fingers

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Lazy Saturday

Lazy Saturday

 

Do you have these days too

Lethargic and you’re looking askew

I’ve not got out of my PJ’s today

Lazed around all Saturday

Ate more than I should’ve

Morning exercises went on my list of could of’s

My daily walk flew away

Through the unopened front doorway

The courtyard beckoned, empty it would stay

I couldn’t tell you about the weather

You could’ve knocked me over with a feather

The wind stopped me from seeing my weed till

And when rolling stones covered my window-sill

I primed my room with sounds of rock’s

In my bachelors haven full of silk socks

I didn’t feel sad, nor guilty

I’m calm and cosy, within my commonality

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

 

Weekend Blog Party *Hosted by KaylaAnn* (November)

Kaylaanna, is having another “Weekend Blog Party”, and I’ve always been a bit of a party animal, so join me, in having some blogging fun

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As some of you might remember, my past blog parties have been total smashes! I really enjoyed meeting new bloggers and I know you guys did too!

So, I thought, let’s do it again!Image result for party gif

 For those of you who are not aware what a blog party is let me break it down. Generally speaking, a blog party is an online gathering for bloggers of all kinds to meet and engage with one another.

Here are some simple rules:

  1. First off, everyone is welcome to participate in this Blog Party (even if you do not currently follow me, although I would LOVE it if you did!) -> If you are a new follower of my blog, say hi and let me know so that I remember to drop by your blog and check you out.
  2. Leave a Comment! Say hi and tell us who you are and what your blog…

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There’s More

It’s eleven seventeen

I’m not nineteen

Anymore

Old warriors are bold

I’ll not be told

Anymore

Enjoyed an evening out

I’m not losing face

Anymore

Tired eyes are closing

I’m not going fishing

Anymore

Hands of time have been

I’ll not be unseen

Anymore

My feet are willing to travel

I’m not covered in gravel

There’s more

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Announcement: Poet Spotlight Feature

Wonderful news for me this morning, my poem “A Single Weeping Tree”, has been selected by Linda, at Wolff Poetry Literary Journal, as poem of the month, and a sincere thank you to Linda for honouring my poem in this way. Please click on the link below, >>

Here at Wolff Poetry Literary Journal, I am excited to announce a new feature “Poet Spotlight” to our literary journal. I’m very excited about this choice.

Source:>> Announcement: Poet Spotlight Feature

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

7 Haiku Poems: Ghouls From Pluto

A glorious collection of Halloween Haiku’s by Poet Rummager and Megaeggz

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Ghouls from dark Pluto
Here to rob me of my treats
Little bastard thieves

I‘d knocked for hours
My knuckles bleeding and cracked
No one steals my stash

I clutch my candies
Dig my feet into the ground
Beasts drool and surround

Kit Kat hisses loud
Rips out of the bag and howls
Ghouls emit scared sounds

Kit

Blades reflect moonlight
3 Musketeers brandish swords
Let’s slice up this horde

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Ghouls shriek, Let’s retreat
No clawing or slicing please
Earth’s candies aren’t sweet!

Almond Joy bar grins
As Ghouls beam back to Pluto
Happy Halloween!

Almond

Haiku poems by Megaeggz and Poet Rummager.

Silly illustrations by Poet Rummager.

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Cheesecake And A Hungry Magpie

I’m out walking with Monty

We’re at the Moorabool Valley Cafe

A rural atmosphere, a relaxing place for me

Lunchtime, coffee and cake

Yes, a tasty sweet berry cheesecake

We’re sitting at an outdoor table

A shady tree-lined patio area

Then suddenly, a magpie lands

He’s a cheeky and hungry bird

And a food thief, if you’re not watching

Monty the guard-dog, just sits there

Watching, not a warning bark to be heard.

 

Time for us to walk back home

The Cafe is part of a horse agistment farm

We’re strolling past horse paddocks

Monty is fascinated by a nearby horse

He tugs me over , to have a closer look

At close quarters, both stand and stare at each other

I suppose Monty thinks the horse is a big dog

And the horse thinks Monty is a small pony

Wouldn’t the world be a beautiful place

Beholding others at face value, without prejudice

Above Photos: The Cafe, outdoor patio area, and the magpie in centre photo.

Above Photos: Monty and the horse.

Above Photos: The berry cheesecake, a piece of strawberry chocolate I bought at the Cafe, and the hungry magpie

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

 

Monty, The White Knight

I’m Doggie minding again. This time I’m looking after the gorgeous Monty, for friends Martin and Jacqui. He’s a bundle of joy, no trouble and a pleasure to have here.

He’s a White Knight

Sleeps like a log all-night

Silently guarding the house

Quiet as a mouse

Yes ! he’s taken over my bed

Beside me at the bed-head

Listening to Leonard Cohen

As if he’s always known

He has a long waggy tail

With a curly coat, his warm veil

A round friendly face

Eye’s that plead for your embrace

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

A Letter To Hydra

I dreamed of sending a letter to Greece

To Hydra, an island paradise

Where sunshine basks on clearness in the air

Shimmering upon old white villa’s at the water’s edge

Memories flood me, of a poet extraordinaire

A handsome man, leaning on his writing ledge

Composing timeless words

Legends now, we’ve all heard

 

The sound of his golden voice

The strumming of his distinctive guitar music

My heart would pump out tears of joy

My soul would bathe in rhythmic jubilee’s

His lyrics would deeply resonate around me

His messages were poignant, clear to see

Massaging my tortured thoughts, to be true and free

Guiding my arduous life through turbulent seas

 

My mentor

My saviour

A Tower Of Song, in heaven

Since 2016 November Seven

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018