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Loaded Clouds, (a Senryu)

In the misty rain

Remembering heavy clouds

Loaded full of tears

Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

Bloody Tears, Bloody History

Can you hear the ghosts of Sunday?

“Sunday, Bloody Sunday”

From your distant country’s

On the edge of peace and tranquility

Within your rural trees of serenity

Beyond invisible borders of rivalry

Between oblivious inequality

From the old schoolyard bully

Overseeing an avoidable atrocity

Again another “Sunday, Bloody Sunday”

How can they forget history so quickly?

Tullawalla #27, Is There More?

Hello dear readers and followers … I’m happy to announce that I have managed to produce my “Twenty Seventh Tullawalla” … 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 “1156 poems”, Yep over “A Thousand Poems” in my collection/series of “27” Tullawalla Booklets. After 2 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 about arrangements from there…. Oh, the booklet is called “Tullawalla, Is There More?”… And here is the link to my website >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com

Is There More?

Beyond my front door

Will there be more?

When the lights go out

I quietly sit and stare

To see what is out there

Is there more?

Than starlit stairs

And when will I?

Begin the climb

Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Love is Not Declined

My internal battle is never ending

Neither won nor lost

My opponent is my ghost

I forgive with the morning dew

And my regrets are few

There is two breaths in every moment

The first one kisses our heart

The second breath caresses our soul

True love is hard to find

And impossible to define

When found, be exceedingly kind

Love can spellbind your mind

But blindly, love is not declined

Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Any Afternoon

Mid afternoon

Here in my empty room

Between unruffled sheets

With the curtains drawn

I remember our matinee’s

Of laughter and soft sighs

You would tickle my feet

As I caressed your naked thighs

Tomorrow afternoon

There in my lonely room

Between unruffled sheets

The curtain falls at my feet

Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Ex Comes Before Why

Do you get caught staring?

At an unknown person

Who returns your stare

With an angry glare

Sorry!

I was daydreaming

Inside an empty vortex

You were not in there

Nor next

My vacant gaze

Was mindlessly waiting

For my sparkling mirage

To turn into Cinderella’s carriage

Or am I?

The next ex

Before the why

Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

A Buzzing Chime

It’s the devil in me

The curiosity of a buzzing bee

I just had to see

Your words of poetry

Writing is a conundrum

Your quill keeps attuning the drum

A humming note on every blue line

Do not worry if your rhythm is not in time

I only need to hear the chiming of your rhyme

To understand your journey’s resounding climb

Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Close-up, Frankie Kisses You

The weekend challenge on Weekly Prompts is : Close-up ; please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . Today I am presenting a ‘Photo Article’, for their prompt.