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
G’day dear readers and followers. After the hetic situation of my book launch yesterday, I am taking a well earned break and holiday at my brother’s place in Ballarat … I’ll just be posting older poems, or poems from Tullawalla for a little while. The Featured Image above; is from my brothers balcony looking across to Mt Warrenheip …
Here I have photograph the poem from my copy of Tullawalla.
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
“Every picture tells a story” … I told the stories, and the warm smiles on everyones faces was my reward.
Judy, my publisher (Jaymah Press) …. My front table presentation
Reciting my poems, ‘Dreams of the Heart’, ‘Decades of Storms’, and ‘Coffee, Lamingtons, Life is a Serviette’
Mingling with the patrons at my book launch, from left to right, Neil & Andrea, Guenter (President of Geelong Writers Inc) … TJ (lowercase poetry, Daryl, my siblings, Miffy & Lawrie, me & Michaela, and Pip, whose wedding I went to “50” years ago
Judy, Joshua (Analogue Academy, and Marg & Pip, who were at my wedding “46” years ago.
I signed lots of books, here with Mickaela (lowercase poetry)
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
This article is copied from my post on “Go Dog Go Cafe’s Throwback Friday” earlier today.
>> https://godoggocafe.com/2022/10/21/throwback-friday-we-lost-the-sea-by-ivor-steven/
The Haiku, ‘We Lost the Sea’ is one of 12 Haiku that appear in my book Tullawalla, and this Haiku was written in May 2019.
We Lost the Sea (a Haiku, Tullawalla, page 117)
Bridges of dreams crossed
The ocean and river spanned
Waters of love found
Ivor Steven (c) May 2019
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20
My book launch for “Tullawalla” is on Saturday, and appropriately one of the poems I am going to read at the event will be “Coffee, Lamingtons, Life is a Serviette”
Coffee, Lamingtons, Life Is A Serviette (Tullawalla, page 59)
I’m beginning to enjoy the ride
Black-ice used to scour my track
I’m wryly visualizing the other side
There’s no more turning back
Life is like a roller-coaster ride
Around the old amusement park
Slow and bumpy on the way up
The scenery is romantic at the top
Suddenly the frightening downhills test my grip
Eventually grinding to a smooth halt
Arriving at the bottom, I step out of my capsule
I yell out, “Wow that was fun, let’s do it again”
And that is my life
Jumping back on board my star-ship
For another flipping and dipping trip
Staring down through alien eyes and letting it rip
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
False words smudge old clouds
Grayness hangs under tired sky
The sad sky decries
“Children are our butterflies
And please stop the warring lies”
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
Why is my yard green
When humanity’s so mean
Towards trees and bees
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
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