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The Sun Never Sets

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

A Crescendo For Peace

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

Courtyard Full of Dreams (Tullawalla, page 112)

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

My Book Launch, for Tullawalla

“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

We Lost the Sea (a Haiku, Tullawalla, page 117)

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 

Coffee, Lamingtons, Life Is A Serviette, or, Preparing For My Book Launch on Saturday

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

After Memoria

Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “After Memoria”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/after-memoria/


After Memoria 


Sliding into euphoria 

After falling out of Memoria 


Where to start

When there is no beginning 

The judges guns remain loaded 

But there is no-one on the causeway


Why is the coldest mountain?

In the middle of the desert

How to climb the lowest alps?

Below the deepest ocean 

How to soar and fly? 

Without wings in a vacant sky 

Can the old river be paddled? 

After the bath runs dry 


Where to find happiness

After falling in the marathon 

How to slide into euphoria 

After falling out of Memoria






Ivor Steven (c) October 2022