


Fireworks (a Senryu)
The fireworks died down
Ashes drift over the sea
Smiling lips of thee
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023



Fireworks (a Senryu)
The fireworks died down
Ashes drift over the sea
Smiling lips of thee
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge, is the word; Single … please visit their wonderful site by clicking on >> Here …
My poem below is a “singular”(private), message of sympathy to a friend on WordPress



In Response, I Say
As my tears pass by
I caress my salty eyes
It could be the humid weather
Or the gentle touch of a quill’s feather
No matter, life, brings us together
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
This is a metaphorical poem I wrote in December 2020, and as is my way, here I have substantially altered the wording from the original …
Chocolates After Midnight (Revised)
My stomach’s rumbling
Upset and tumbling
I’ve been swallowing
lumps of dark chocolate
And guzzling black coffee
from a bloodstained goblet
.
The heavy clouds of yesterday
Have stuck around
like entrenched clay
Has this embattled midnight
moved into stay?
Will my charcoal pencil be able
to write about peace today?
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Hello dear readers, especially those in the Geelong area. I am a stall holder at the Twilight Christmas Market, this Friday evening the 15th Dec, at the Italian Social Club, Bellarine Hwy, Moolap. Come out and and say ‘Hello’ … books certainly make for an interesting Christmas Gift.





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Ivor Steven (c) December 2023


Over at Weekly Prompts the Wednesday Challenge is the word; Timing. To visit their fabulous site please click on >> Here … It was bad “Timing” that Frankie and I got caught in the storm this morning …
Thor’s, Boom Crash Opera
The sky looks like a wall
of blue-stone blocks
Ominous and motionless
With flashes of lightning
Bursting out of the cloud’s
solar plexus
Emblazoned by Thor’s
Thunderous bass drums
His raucous crescendo
Echoed like an aborted,
boom crash opera
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023


The Faeries Christmas Tree (a Tanka)
Deep in the damp woods
Behind dewy leaves, I spied
Faeries dancing
And frolicking around their
Community’s Christmas tree
Vale: Shane MacGowan
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
FREE PDF COPY >>> Links Below
Hello, dear readers and followers, as you might know I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at # 31, because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead.
But the booklet formats are a superb way for me to catalogue the vast number of poems that I produce and as the saying goes “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem booklets, and they are called “Shangri La” which is the name of my little Villa, and is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”.
Incredibly, I now have a total of “1594” Poems filed in these booklet formats!!
Click on >> Here for the link to your FREE: PDF Copy of “Shangri La, Volume 5. Either Way“


Either Way
According to the book of Why
The sun will never die
And the moon is often seen
wearing a black tie
Either way
After the matinee
Where do the children play?
On our filthy ashtray
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
A big thank you to VJ Knutson’s poem >> https://vjknutson.org/2023/12/09/varnish/ , for being the inspiration behind my abstract piece today …




Inner Space
my faulty mind cannot find first base
and has slowed down to a snail’s pace
but no matter, in my space
I slide and slither with grace
while everyone’s imitation briefcases
are full of knotted bootlaces
and rushing into cyberspace
searching for “what’s” on third base
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the Word, Contemplate. You may visit their wonderful site by clicking on >> Here. … this afternoon, me and Frankie were “contemplating” when we should go back out in the rain …


Every Day is Perfect
Perfect one day
Rainy the next
Clouds are crying
Birds are hiding
Puddles are unifying
Saturday afternoon
The cafe is almost empty
Frankie’s a shaggy, doggie
Soaked and soggy
Oh, it’s raining again
Heavy fat drops
No sign of abating
Puddles are migrating
And we are waiting
For nature’s sundrops
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023


Wet Ground (a Haiku)
Sam the snail slithers
And slides over the wet ground
Clouds sound loud and grey
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023