Eugi’s poem
impulsive nature
lauds summer in floral dress
intoxicating
Moonwashed Musings Weekly Prompt >> Let one or more words in my poem be your inspiration.>> http://amanpan.com/2025/06/03/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-june-3-2025/
Intoxicating
Moonlight candles do not cry
And nature never tells a lie
Amber sunsets deny
There is no final goodbye
The pink twilight sky
Knowingly decries
“Tomorrow does not die”
With every breath, I sigh
The universe is my high
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
FREE PDF COPY >>> Links Below
Hello, dear readers and followers. As you might know, I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at # 31 because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead.
However, the booklet format is a superb way for me to catalogue the vast number of poems I produce, and as the saying goes, “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem booklets, called “Shangri La”, the name of my little Villa, and it is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”.
I now have “2004” Poems filed in these booklet formats!!
(On my bookshelf, I have “The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, which contains 1775 poems … when I first started writing poems, I never envisaged that I would produce so many poems)
Click on >> Here, for the link to your FREE: PDF Copy of “Shangri La, Volume 14, Purple Tomato Tree”
OR … Shangri La, Vol 14, Purple Tomato Tree.pdf
Purple Tomato Trees
I have hallucinations of Vikings sailing in the cold
Plundering forgotten hearts and pilfering gold
I am dreaming of the old farmer’s wife
Milking cows and baking all her life
I have feelings for the king, in his isolated castle
Looking forlornly upon his drawbridge, a foodless trestle
I am wandering through an empty paddock
Kicking dew off the grass, searching for a lover’s locket
I have plans for the planet’s desolate future
Growing purple tomato trees until they are mature
I remember her bravery, her everlasting smile
Fading gradually, in her own gracious style
I have ceased stumbling under her distant sky
Now claiming peace among today’s butterflies
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
In response to Sadje’s, WDYS # 291
>> https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2025/06/02/what-do-you-see-291-2june-2025/
I chose her second image, “a shot of a full moon, and in front of the moon, you can see a plane traveling!“
No Anchor, No Breaks, No Parachute!
“Hit the ground running,” they say
Well, I hit Monday
Without a ripcord
On my parachute
It mysteriously disappeared
Out of touch, out of sight
I think I left my ‘safety chute’
At the Market on Saturday
I’m only half finished
My new project,
Shangri La, Volume 14
“We desperately need
a coffee break”, I said to Frankie
So, down to the ‘Cafe’ we went!
This old poet had to relax
And slow down the adrenaline flow
“What goes up, must come down.”
Hopefully, when I crush tonight,
The landing will be a smooth one
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
At Creative Geelong Makers Hub on Saturday, there was a rare opportunity when all the artists’ shops and studios were open on the same day.
Inside the MAY’D Shop.
The House, a community artistic centre and creative workshop.
The Hot House, the Hair Stylist’s Salon, and his Art Studio.
The Collectables Shop.
Vicky, who specializes in doggie portraits.
Joanne’s, Eco Artland, and Isobel and Sue’s Art Studios.
Wishart Creative and Untether Gallery
An Inside Job
I’m on the inside, looking out
North or south means nout
In here, there are no louts
Nor any sign of the drought
I’m doing a native walkabout
From shop to shop, lights on, or out
There is nothing to doubt or flout
Pins and needles, nails and clouts
Paint brushes and ceramic grout
Statues and clay waterspouts
Colourful cards and canvases throughout
A hairstylist, who paints during his timeout
I’m on a wondrous whirlabout
Trekking the Makers Hub route
Like a curious Boy Scout
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
Creative Geelong had their annual “MAY’D May Market Festival” on the weekend. The weather was kind, and the event was a wonderful success for the stallholders and the enthusiastic crowd.
My poetry book stall.
Stallholders were also outside the Arcade, on Little Malop Street.
Live music and a coffee shop (next to my stall)
And various other forms of entertainment
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
Today’s poem is from a poetic response that I post about ‘Violet’s’ emotive poem >> https://violetslentz.home.blog/2025/05/27/pink-slip-2/
And over at Weekly Prompts, it’s the last weekend of the month and time for their One Day Prompt! To visit their fabulous site, please click on > Here
A Technical Knockout
When you’re down and out
feeling like a dry river-bed trout
flipping around after an endless drought
And you’re in the vacant corner of another losing bout
There’ll be one day, without doubt
you’ll have nothing left to shout about
Please, I beg, one last Guinness stout
before I get kicked in the spout
by Trump’s next lockout roundabout
After the ruthless rout,
when I blacked out
I was told by a local layabout
“there was no doubt,
the decision was a Technical Knockout”
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
Feature Image: Please note that my copy of the Geelong Writers Inc. Anthology 2024 was signed by the editor, Judy Rankin, and Judy is also the publisher/editor of my 3 books, Tullawalla, Perceptions, and Until Eyes Hear Sound.
A New Anthology (a Tanka)
Through rain, hail, or shine
I am the messenger bird
I’ve important news
About the Anthology
Don’t let the wires clip my wings
And here is my poem from the Geelong Writers Inc. Anthology
Ivor Steven (c) May 2025
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is an odd collection of anecdotes from my hospital bed, written in December 2018. After I had just suffered a ‘minor’ stroke, and these were the jumbled thoughts that were tumbling out of my tired and confused mind …
Odds and Sods, Spots and Blots
Lazy Bones
Cordless phones
Garden gnomes
Overhead drones
Windowless homes
Creaks and moans
Lazy bones
Pain
Pain is like the rain
It comes and goes
Heavy and light
A Lie
It’s a lie that I don’t cry
It’s a lie that I passed you by
It’s a lie that I never tried
It’s a lie that I’ll never die
Mirror
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
You showed me how to stand tall
Again, it’s time for your call
Judge
I’m neither a judge
Nor a dealer in sludge
I’d rather eat some fudge
And give my side of life a nudge
Even Though
Love is all above thee
Love is a blanket of autumn leaves
Love showers us with glee
Love is everywhere, to feel and see
Ivor Stven May 2025
Autumn’s Dry White Clouds
There is a cold, lonely wind blowing
Through the whispering tree tops
And here below the heavy blue sky
I am leaning like a knave bowing
Meanwhile
I see Autumn’s dry white clouds
Quietly drift away without waving goodbye
Mystified, I am wondering why
This season has been so dry
.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
Lulu Books >> Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)
Perceptions:
Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >> Perceptions (lulu.com)
Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven © May 2025
Our massive May Arts Festival is on “This Friday” from 5 pm to 9pm and Saturday from 11 am to 4 pm!
Join us for a two-day festival celebrating art, music, books, clothing, and more as we transform Centrepoint Arcade into a vibrant hub of creativity. With a bustling makers market, interactive workshops, and live music.
Creative Geelong’s May’d Festival is the perfect place to discover unique creations and a great opportunity to connect with fellow makers and creatives. This year is the fifth iteration of the May’d Festival and will showcase over 40 Creative Geelong Members.
The 2025 Event is supported by the City of Greater Geelong Events Grant program.
Ivor Steven May 2025
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