Tag: Music

Spotlight on Writers, Ivor Steven

A huge thank you to the editors at Spillwords, Dagmara and Rebecca, who guided me through to produce this interview.

SPOTLIGHT ON WRITERS

IVOR STEVEN

@ivors20

  1. Where, do you hail from?

I was born and raised in Geelong, Victoria, Australia (the southern part of the continent, an hour south of Melbourne), and I am still a resident of my home town, having never moved more than 5km away from my parents’ house.

  1. What is the greatest thing about the place you call home?

Geelong is a city beside the bay, and only 30 minutes away from the picturesque Bellarine Peninsula beaches, and the famous South Coast surf beaches. If I was to be reincarnated, I am sure I would come back as a dolphin.

  1. What turns you on creatively?

    For the rest of my Interview with ‘Spillwords Magazine’, please click onto this link provided by Spillwords >>   https://spillwords.com/spotlight-on-writers-ivor-steven/







Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

A Variation of the Same Theme 

This weekend the challenge from Weekly Prompts is: Variation. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here .. The below poem is my response to the prompt.




A Variation of the Same Theme


 

My usual lazy Saturday afternoon 

The sun is beaming like a silver spoon 

Here relaxing at my familiar save zone 

My favourite cafe, not far from home 


Then my mind begins to sadly ponder 

How the children are coping over yonder 


Without their afternoon coffee and fruitcake 

Without their young friends cuddles and handshakes 

Only to be left forsaken 

Clasping their frightened heartaches 



Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

We Do Not Need Darker Skies




Wandering over shadowless ground

Did you notice too?

The clouds loomed darker this morning

And their bleakness was edging closer

Have they lost their way too?



Did you notice?

The birds sounded sadder this morning

They were not singing their awakening tunes

Actually! Where have all the birds gone

Have they fled from home too?






Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

Cosmic Eyes Are Watching

Look above the ugly pylons

Away from that slimy Russian python

Beyond those strangling power lines

There is a luminous cosmic sign

Piercing our dark thunderous skies

Wearing an ancient peacetime disguise

In a temple full of untainted eyes

Anticipating the worlds next golden sunrise






Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

Putin … Would You


I would surrender my poetic soul to you 

If that could hand you compassion? 

To help you stop your war


I would offer my shattered heart to you 

If you are needing a piece of heart?  

To help you stop your war


I would remove my crying eyes 

and stay blind to you 

If your ego is looking for guidance? 

To help you stop your war


President Putin
 
Have you a shred of decency? 

Left inside your arrogant mind


Would you? 

Desert your grandchildren 

And Evict them to be

Homeless and frightened






Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

The Children’s Empty Streets



Do they hear humanity’s fears?

Will that day come?

When all the big ears

Will listen as one


How many rivers of tears must we cry?

Before all our deepest wells run dry

How many innocent children must fall?

Before all the big ears hear their helpless calls


That wounded haunting drawl

The ghostly scrapping sound of homeless feet

Mournfully shuffling along their bombarded streets






Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

Water-logged Boots

My poem ‘Water-logged Boots, was published at FREE VERSE REVOLUTION, in November 2019, and thank you to the editor Kristiana for her kind consideration of my piece…
And today on Weekly Prompts the Weekend Challenge is: Boots . Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . Appropriately in response to their prompt, I have reposted this poem from 3 years ago.

Water-logged Boots




Yes, I am small in this overburdened world

But I flutter freely when unfurled

I could be a family picture collage

Or a tiny squirrel amongst the foliage

On his journey of ups and downs

Collecting and storing his acorns

The trick is to enjoy the ups

While the floodgates are shut

Sometimes I did nearly drown

Other times I floated upside down

During the many seasonal rains

I wondered if I would ever swim again

So then I pretended to write a biblical book

Ignorantly thinking no-one would ever look

Afterwards, I thought I could walk on water

Then my boots became water-logged

And if you need to walk a mile in my shoes

You will have to learn how to swim and sing the blues






Ivor Steven (c) March 2022