The Geelong Writers annual anthology for 2021, “Eclectic Words”, was released during the week, and I am delighted to announce that 3 of my pieces were accepted by the selection panel. I must say it’s a honour and a thrill to have these articles represented in my hometown’s foremost literary anthology. Attached below, I have scanned the items directly from my copy of the Anothology
In The Poetry Section.
In The Horror Section, (I have 2 pieces)
Ivor Steven (c) April 2nd 2022
Today’s poem is from August 2018, and the words reflect how I’m feeling this week
Tiredness Leaves Me Wordless
I’m wordless at the moment
My thoughts are in postponement
I hear Leonard’s songs
All night long
Lyrics full of love
Day lilies and doves
Today I hold her empty glove
My one truelove
Ivor Steven (c) August 2018
Hello dear readers, here is another repost of an older poem, this one is from December 2017
Big Black Oil Cap
Not the town’s greatest car lover
An automobile, an object like any other
Petrol guzzlers
Noisy muzzlers
Inanimate metal and plastic, costing plenty of dough
Pity, they do need some care though
Spoilt and fed like a hungry teenager
Cooling water in the radiator
Screw the shiny brass cap back on
Fresh air in the tyres
Screw the little rubber caps back on
Dear-as-poison petrol in the tank
Screw the safety fuel cap back on
Lubricating oil in the engine-head
This is where absent-mindedness overtook instead
Forgot to screw the Big Black Oil Cap back on
Drove to the Big City the next day
Not realizing I’d gone badly awry
Travelled home in a steamy-hot car
Back onto the driveway tar
Oil dripping over the front bumper-bar
Opened the bonnet. Aaaahhh!
The engine is like a whale’s spout
Spurting boiling, slimy oil all about
And there’s that Big Black Oil Cap
Alone on the garage bench
Like a magician’s gleaming black hat
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Hello readers, over the last few weeks, my blog site has been very hectic, and I have also been kept busy with my commitments at “Go Do Go Cafe”, and “Coffee House Writers” sites. … After sleeping all afternoon, I think I need a break from writing “A Poem A Day” … so today I’m reposting this quaint poem from October 2017.
Cheeky Magpie
A glorious sunny Sunday
Plenty of time for a walk today
Lily prances and plays
“Let’s go now” she says
And of course she talks !!
That’s what we do on our walks
Off to the local countryside cafe
For me, a Brandy & Almond cake and coffee
And you Lily, can quietly sniff around
Wander the shopowner’s grounds
So serene here, sitting on the bower patio
Trees, flowers and birds on show
Then a cheeky Magpie stops by
Lily barks, but cleverly the bird stays high
Atop the coffee-table, crumbs to try
A delicious feast, and off he fly’s
Lily gives him a parting yelp, and we leave
Our pleasant afternoon’s reprieve
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
life is indeed both beautiful
and painful
we experience caring repairs
and shattering tears
free to roam
then stood upon
a loving home
or an empty tomb
cold and lonesome
a rotting piece of honeycomb
shriveling in a nursing-home
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
“As a poet, sometimes we confuse ourselves, Trying to create ashes, instead of fire ” – Loenard Cohen
I wrote this poem for “Go Dog Go Cafe’s , Make It Happen Thursday”, please go over and visit our fabulous site by clicking >> Here http://godoggocafe.com/2022/03/24/make-it-happen-thursday-8/
Sharpen Those Pencils
I like to write with a HB lead pencil
I enjoy the earthy feel of wood in my fingers
And the soft touch of carbon upon paper
During sharpening time, my mind ponders
About the origins of those timber shavings
And the history behind the carbon slithers
These tiny trival objects all evoke thoughts
Then the thoughts instigate words in my mind
And simply like that, my writing process begins
I never retire without my note-pad nearby
And a lead pencil as my trusty writing scribe
Sometimes heavy, other times light
A necessary sword to fight off a dark night
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
There are good clowns and bad clowns
In yesterday’s nightmare, a big bad clown
Trampled everyone in my friend’s hometown
He wore a big Red nose and a big sad frown
Destroying every peaceful thing around
When his big red shoes kicked the ground
The world’s worst fears were then found
To be in the hands of a bad Russian clown
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Pitch Black, War Limericks Are Not Fun”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/pitch-black-war-limericks/
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
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
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
