Wryly the Moon Sighs
Looking up into the sky
There, beyond the clouds
The world’s afternoon pilot
Our phlegmatic half-moon
Petitions our eyes
And spiritually
Wryly sighs at our demise
Then wisely
Waits for twilight’s disguise
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, I am pleased to announce that I have managed to produce my “Thirtieth Tullawalla” 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 $1500.00, … 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 … …..Incredibly, there is now a total of “1303 poems”, Yep, over “A Thirteen Hundred Poems” in my collection/series of “30” Tullawalla Booklets. After 3 months, this booklet is finally completed, and ready for sale now !! As always, they are available for purchase, either as a hard copy ‘Booklet’, 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 to you about arrangements from there…. Oh, the booklet is called “Tullawalla, Miles From Home”… And here is the link to my website >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com
Miles From Home
Now
He gives me that inquisitive stare
“Don’t look at me like that
I know mate, I know
I should never have left the wife”
Today
I went left, instead of right
No matter what direction
Or decision I choose
At the end of day
There will be night
My time to rest
And remain out of sight
Tonight
I will sleep under the stars
With my loyal companion
By my side
Tomorrow
I shall take the backroads
Miles away from my troubled life
Miles and miles
Beyond those days of strife
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Moonlight Words”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to view my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/moonlight-words/
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
I am close to home
Near flowering wattle trees
As her gold flowers
Bespatter me with petals
Of nature’s serenity
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
All Images: were from my visit to the ‘Writers Retreat Workshop’, held at Drydale’s Old Courthouse & Museum on Friday
The Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is the word; RANDOM. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> HERE . The poem ‘Drumsticks’ is my response to the prompt Random
Drumsticks
Thump, thump, thump
The muffled beat of drums
Hollow depressing throbs
Hauntingly echo
From behind the heavy door
Of the jurors’ chambers
What will their verdict be?
The courthouse gallery is full
Humming in anticipation
Has the Drummer Boy’s case
Been handled fairly?
The alleged fatal weapons
The Boy’s drumsticks
Are yet to be found!
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
My new book “Perceptions” will be out in late November. “This colourful and fascinating book is a collection of collaborative articles. The photographs were taken by Derrick Knight from the New Forest area of southern England, and associated ekphrastic poems were written by Ivor Steven from Geelong, the other side of the world, the southern end of Australia.”
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
My Halloween poem ‘Sleepy Hollow’ is at Spillwords Magazine, and thank you to Dagmara and her team for selecting my piece. Please go and visit my poem in Spillwords Magazine and give “Sleepy Hollow” a 💗, by clinking on this link
>> https://spillwords.com/sleepy-hollow/
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
My poem today is a repost from July 2019.
The Sun Never Sets
Dreaming of distant horizons and red sunsets
Visualising vast oceans and blue skies
Writing emotional hello’s and goodbye’s
Why do I write ?
Could it be an ego thing
Who do I write for ?
Anyone that is listening
Does she hear me too ?
I’d like to speculate so
What do I write ?
Ideas that seep from my heart
But, what do I write about ?
The subjects that matter
To love the soul of our planet
Honour the love we give
Adore the love we receive
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
Are we the drowned ones?
Lying beside our beach whales
Unable to breathe
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
The weather is wet and windy here in Ballarat, but that does’t matter. I’m resting, relaxing, and enjoying the break. Today’s poem is from June 2019.
Featured Image above; Street art on a building next door to the ‘Analogue Academy’, where my book launch was held on Saturday.
A Crescendo For Peace
Sounds of music, ring in my mind
Our hearts beat, to a slow drum
My soul hears the rhythm of life
I see angels playing a harp’s serenade
In harmony with the royal string quartet
Grand orchestra’s loudly join in
And choirs of the world are singing our song
Together, chiming the peace-bells of our time
Creating a crescendo of music, ringing in my mind
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
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