Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
The Old Child In Me
Tag: Poetry/Australia
Dear Emily
The featured imaged above is photo I took today, because coincidently, I happen to be reading a book of Emily Dickinson’s poems … and thank you to my neice Kerri, (a graphic design artist) for cleverly enhancing the image, so as to make the words legible .. (my original photo was deplorable due to bright reflections from the midday sun)
Dear Emily
Your mystical words speak to me
About yesteryear
And beyond today
Where smiles and dimples
Live within bandaged moments
Of my soul
Your book describes the universe
From Celestial lists
To below nature’s dome
Where birds and butterflies
Live within unruffled moments
Of the sky
Your worldly wisdom fills my dreams
From babbling brooks
To mountainous oceans
Where imagination flows freely
And lives within loving moments
Of my heart
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
Australian Reindeer & A Friend Calls, Published in “Positive Words” Magazine, December Issue
I am pleased and proud to announce that my two ‘Christmas’ poems ‘Australian Reindeer & A Friend Calls’, were published in the Positive Words Magazine, December Issue, and thank you to the Editor, Sandra, for selecting my poems… For further information about this fabulous Australian magazine, visit their site via this link > https://positivewordsmagazine.wordpress.com/
Attached below, I have scanned the poems directly from my copy of the Magazine
Australian Reindeer
A Friend Calls
Ivor Steven (c) December 21st 2021
Tullawalla #26, New Horizons
Hello dear readers and followers … I’m happy to announce that I have managed to produce my “Twenty Sixth Tullawalla” Poetry Booklet, just in time for Christmas … and yes they make for wondrous gifts to my family and friends … 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 “1105 poems”, Yep over “A Thousand Poems” in my collection/series of “26” Tullawalla Booklets. After 3 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, New Horizons”… And here is the link to my website >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com
New Horizons
The calm whispering sky
Becomes the morning’s warm foot-bath
While doggie paws wander on the winding path
Dawn’s old cogs begin grinding
Rusty axles are slowly turning
Daytime wheels start rolling
Time never stops revolving
New seasons always keep evolving
And summertime lights up new horizons
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
Nurture, Give, and Receive
Nurture, Give, and Receive
It’s a material world
That leaves us in a whirl
What we really need
Is a planet without greed
That needs our minds to proceed
By growing and nurturing her seeds
Then our journey becomes that of the giver
Rather than being nature’s grieving receiver
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
Christmas Lights
Season’s greetings to all my “WordPress Friends and Followers”
Featured Image: Geelong Floating Xmas Tree-2 | Russell Charters | Flickr
Today on Weekly Prompts the Wednesday challenge is: CHRISTMAS DINNER. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. .. and my poem ‘Christmas Lights’ is in response to their prompt …
Christmas Lights
A year of standing alone
Without the normal crowd
Talking to no one
Silence was far too loud
Shut in and locked down
Disinfected and scoured
Months of writer’s cramps
An elbow’s old nerve soured
Numbness travels to hand
Dumbness seemed to be allowed
December’s faltering days
Turned into Christmas lights
And a New Year causeway
Seems to be within sight
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
Afloat, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Afloat”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers …>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/afloat/
Coffee House Writers
Afloat: This poem is about living in these confusing times of the “Covid” pandemic, and the constant uncertainty of handling normal everyday tasks.
Written by, Ivor Steven Est. reading time I min
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
New Horizons
New Horizons
The calm whispering sky
Becomes the morning’s warm foot-bath
While doggie paws wander on the winding path
Dawn’s old cogs begin grinding
Rusty axles are slowly turning
Daytime wheels start rolling
Time never stops revolving
New seasons always keep evolving
And summertime lights up new horizons
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
Perceptions
Introduction
This booklet is a collection of twenty collaborative articles. The photographs were taken by Derrick Knight, and the associated poems were written by Ivor Steven
The Photographer: Derrick Knight (New Forest, Southern England)
He is a septuagenarian who enjoys rambling physically and photographing what he sees, and rambling in his head as memories are triggered. He also rambles through a lifetime of his photographs.
The poet: Ivor Steven (Geelong, Australia)
He was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, now retired, and has been writing poetry for 20 years. He is on the committee of the Geelong Writers Inc.(Australia), a team member with the on-line magazine “Go Dog Go Cafe” (America), and also writer for “Coffee House Writers” magazine (America).
As far as I can ascertain(??) from my poetry files, “The Faeries of Fry’s Lane” is the first poem I wrote in association with a Photograph/s taken by Derrick Knight from his wonderful blog/website … I have now compiled a PDF Booklet of all our twenty (I think) collaorations … If are you interested in receiving a free PDF copy of “Perceptions”, please contact me via this email >> IR.Steven@bigpond.com
The Faeries of Fry’s Lane
Walking down Fry’s Lane
Sheltering from the misty rain
I did spy among the hedgerow berries
A Frolic of mystical faeries
Like iridescent glowing canaries
A fluttering of night-time luminaries
Trying not to disturb their magical home
I quietly asked them, “Are you all alone”
The faeries laughed and danced
They replied, “Your vision is by perchance
and your dreams may turn to stone
if you wish for a golden throne”
Suddenly the glittering sands of time
Illuminating the faeries wings of rhyme
Begun jumping off the falling star
And the faeries quickly flew back to their green Avatar
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
By Chance a Glance, While Christmas Shopping
The Wednesday challenge, on Weekly Prompts is: CHRISTMAS SPIRIT Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here .. and the poem below is my response to their prompt
By Chance a Glance, While Christmas Shopping
I saw her
We were crossing in opposite directions
Then ironically
We happened to end up at the same cafe
What do you say?
When you have forgotten her name
How to begin?
Time has flown by
Since we last met
Oh well, here I go
Walking across the cafe
Towards her table
She catches sight of me
Her eyes happy in acknowledgment
“Hello Janine”
Yes! I remembered that smile
We gleefully grinned
And chatted as good friends do
Neither of us could recall
How many years it was
But no matter
We continued our jovial banter
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
