Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is: Sleep … please visit their fabulous website by clicking on >> Here. I’ve been busy the last several days, an open mic’ night, a big fun afternoon at the Box Office Cafe (Poem below), Creative Geelong Market Day, and tomorrow morning it’s my Dome Poetry Group’s monthly meeting … And tonight, I am very “Sleepy”
Together in the Box Office Cafe
As is Frankie’s way In his cute and friendly manner He invited three young ladies To join us at our table And as in Tullawalla’s, ‘a meeting place’ We quickly became cheekily friendly and chatty They were inquisitive about what I was writing, and my books, ‘Perceptions’ and ‘Until Eyes Hear Sound’
The three “train-driver” ladies jokingly agreed “Youth is wasted on the young” Then, Ivor, Frankie, Carla, Mandy, and Emily Shared pup-cups, cappuccino, and latte Along with some neuro-cool glasses Of vodka, prosecco, and martini
Thanks to the ladies, we had a fun afternoon Frankie lapped up all their extra cuddles And Carla kindly purchased Signed copies of, ‘Tullawalla’ and ‘Perceptions’
A poem I wrote in April 2021, about waiting for the Publisher to do the edit corrections and have my “new” book (Tullawalla) printed and look the way I wanted it to be!
Patiently, I Am Waiting
Patience drifts around the clock Patience floats in dry-dock Patience hovers in transit Patience belies my spirit
Patiently I walk Patiently I talk Patiently I listen Patiently I have forgiven
Patience is the essence Patience is my sentence Patience is my burden Patience is my warden
Patiently I wait Patiently I update Patiently I sleep And alone I weep
Patiently I Compromise Patiently I will arise Patiently I reactivate Patiently I will gravitate Patience commands my time Patience is my crime
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is: Impatience … please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. Today my poem is about being patient and accepting what Mother Nature offers us each day …
Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “And the Birds Warbled”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/and-the-birds-warbled/
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 I produce and as the saying goes “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem booklets, 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 “1711” Poems filed in these booklet formats!! (on my bookshelf I have “The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, which contains 1775 poems … when I first started writing poems, I never envisaged that I would produce so many poems … )
Click on >> Here. for the link to your FREE: PDF Copy of “Shangri La, Volume 8, Beyond Flawed Paws
Beyond Flawed Paws
We are flying north before winter I am on the edge of the flock The outside feather of the throng Away from the main group. But close enough To sense that I belong
Even with my tired and aging wings The congregation allows me to tag along And they caringly bunch together Sheltering me when the wind is strong
We are a humble and united colony Paternally migrating in perfect harmony As part of nature’s cycle of eternity
We soar above the flawed paws Of the world’s sparring humanity And beyond those sharp claws Of their tragic and panicky community
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 