The Wednesday Challenge WORD on the Weekly Prompts site is PATIENCE. To visit their fabulous site please click >> Here Here’s my response to the prompt
Hello dear readers and followers. During these days of lockdown, I’ve been preparing and typing madly, to produce my Nineteenth Tullawalla Poetry Booklet….. For new readers that don’t know about these booklets, they are basically the reason why I write poetry. I produce the 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 $1300.00, … 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 … …..Amazingly, there is now a total of “779 poems”, in my collection/series of 19 Tullawalla Booklets. This booklet is finally completed, and ready for sale now !! As always, they are available for purchase, either as a hard copy 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: “Ocean Spirit”… …. And here is the link to my website >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com
My featured image above is my response to the second drawing of “The Colouring With B Challenge”, (couchtalksblog.wordpress.com ) and as always for me, whenever I’m doing a project, my music’s playing loudly in the background, and together with my colourful drawing, I was inspired to write this poem. Again, a special thank you to Brandi, for supplying the drawing for me to colour in ….
A Choir Of Cicadas
Night and day
My music box plays
Relaxing my minds ways
Beyond this worlds gathering haze
Above, there’s a breathing sky
Beneath, I stand on earth feeling high
And in between I hear nature’s symphony
Resonating her rhythms of harmony
Her musical tonic of lively scores
A choir of cicadas and more
Ivor Steven (c) 2020
“Choir Of Cicadas” , Lyrics by, Poets of the Fall.
It’s the season of dust trailing old pick up trucks
Seashells washed ashore down by the docks
So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud
Don’t wait for the hour to give birth to doubt
In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight
When trivial truths sit next to the taillights
When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum
All carved in the shape of freedom
Those flea market stalls in the bone dry noon
Despite pretty signs, look cursed and marooned
And trumpet notes wailing from the candy store
Like a work of art of uneasy rapport
The wreckage, the blunder, the tarot read
In the heat blurry air we’re down in the field
Where to the choir of cicadas’ jubilee
Among the clouds we once fell asleep
The sirens of the shipyard by those derelict whales
Old mothers singing rusty old tales
Like revving engines keening sky high
Yet theirs is never a war cry
So I’ll be your lover now, brazen and bright
Like the flare of a match you struck in the night
Though what does a stray know ’bout holy and true
But I’ll always come to your rescue
Oh lord won’t you hear your children cry
Singing their praise and their hallelujahs
I have no more words to describe
An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah
So where is my lover, my firelight
The line on the edge of truth and rumour
We took our vows in the heart of the night
We were brazen and bright, when we were brazen and bright
My featured image above is my response to “The Colouring With B Challenge” (couchtalksblog.wordpress.com ), which is all about embracing creativity and allowing the imagination to go wild. And on a wet and cold Sunday afternoon here in Geelong, this 69 year-old guy was happily doing the “Colouring-in Challenge”, and with my music playing in the background, my mind quickly began drifting into pleasant thoughts…. and I was soon prompted into creating a poem. And with a special thank you to Brandi, here’s my poem
A Welcoming Smile
I fondly recall our blind date
That night I met you
When I gingerly knocked on your door
But I didn’t have to wait long
And there you were smiling at me
A welcoming smile, I shall never forget
Then shyly I introduce myself
And after a second bashful glance
I noticed your beautiful red hair
I offered my arm for a handshake
However you gracefully stepped forward
Graciously sliding your arm neatly under mine
And I saw your eyes sparkling with charm
I finally relaxed and smiled approvingly
Then you happily said, “Lets go and have good time”
Hello readers, this morning I’m attending an on-line seminar, via a ‘Zoom’ group link-up, of 10 people. The theme of the session is, “Explore writing as a tool for self reflection”. for many years now, I’ve been collecting my written thoughts and comments in my notebook files, and posting them on my site as “Tit Bits”, so in conjunction with my seminar (soon), I’m re-presenting “Tit Bit #15”, from Sept 2018….
“I’ve not written one these for a while, and I’ve enough of my comments stored in my Note-Book file to fill ‘War And Peace’ !! Thank you to all of my dear readers who comment on my writings, I am forever grateful, and may you all continue to inspire me to write these short poetry pieces about your marvellous posts.”
Tit Bits #15
I used to say, mum was the one
Dad was always there, daddy number one
Carole came along, she was my only one
They’re all gone, I was left with no-one
Myself has become an ultimate one
To you all, I cannot do without everyone
I love sharing my life
I love talking about my wife
Even though I’ve seen so much strife
She wouldn’t have it any other way
She graciously fought on, every day
My story will never explain her everlasting smile
My future is about trying for her, every mile
I know those old photo album feelings
Old memories and dusty dreams
Your heart might miss a beat
They’ll be tears at your feet
You’ll need a comfy seat
Bathe in the images, so sweet
Life’s rotation process is endless
Watermill wheels keep on turning
I’m writing on recycled paper
Word’s from my heart are countless
Morning birds sing, but do not see
By day, I’ll look like a flowering tree
By night, hear my wisdom howl
Like a lonely Tawny Frog-mouth Owl
Beware, there’s more
You’ll be shown the door
By the bolt of Thor
I’ve been inspired by my tour of yesterdays street art in Geelong, and the magnificent mural of Chrissy Amphlett, so here she is, singing with the Divinyls
Our 2nd Lockdown/Isolation of 6 weeks started a few days ago, and I’m afraid my anxiety levels did soar…. but I had a little project to do for a friend’s new abode. To make a house name sign, called “Serenity”…. Anyhow when I started, I was feeling quite ordinary, physically weak and shaky, but as I progressed with the project, as the name suggests, ‘serenity’, with each passing day, I was gradually becoming more settled and calmer. this morning after applying the 5th coat of ‘sun yellow’ lettering onto the ‘deep ocean’ colour background, I was happily pleased with my finished piece of craftsmanship. The task was both, enjoyable and relaxing. Then I wrote this little serene poem…. Now I must say the “Serenity” name plaque does look handsome on my verandah wall !!
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 