Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Moonlight Words”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to view my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/moonlight-words/
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
All Images: were from my visit to the ‘Writers Retreat Workshop’, held at Drydale’s Old Courthouse & Museum on Friday
The Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is the word; RANDOM. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> HERE . The poem ‘Drumsticks’ is my response to the prompt Random
Drumsticks
Thump, thump, thump
The muffled beat of drums
Hollow depressing throbs
Hauntingly echo
From behind the heavy door
Of the jurors’ chambers
What will their verdict be?
The courthouse gallery is full
Humming in anticipation
Has the Drummer Boy’s case
Been handled fairly?
The alleged fatal weapons
The Boy’s drumsticks
Are yet to be found!
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
My new book “Perceptions” will be out in late November. “This colourful and fascinating book is a collection of collaborative articles. The photographs were taken by Derrick Knight from the New Forest area of southern England, and associated ekphrastic poems were written by Ivor Steven from Geelong, the other side of the world, the southern end of Australia.”
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
My Halloween poem ‘Sleepy Hollow’ is at Spillwords Magazine, and thank you to Dagmara and her team for selecting my piece. Please go and visit my poem in Spillwords Magazine and give “Sleepy Hollow” a 💗, by clinking on this link
>> https://spillwords.com/sleepy-hollow/
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
My poem today is a repost from July 2019.
The Sun Never Sets
Dreaming of distant horizons and red sunsets
Visualising vast oceans and blue skies
Writing emotional hello’s and goodbye’s
Why do I write ?
Could it be an ego thing
Who do I write for ?
Anyone that is listening
Does she hear me too ?
I’d like to speculate so
What do I write ?
Ideas that seep from my heart
But, what do I write about ?
The subjects that matter
To love the soul of our planet
Honour the love we give
Adore the love we receive
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
I’ve not written one these for a while, and I’ve enough of my comments stored in my NoteBook file to fill War And Peace !! Thank you to all of my dear readers who comment on my writings, I am forever grateful, and you all continue to inspire me to write these short poetry pieces about your marvelous posts.
Tit Bit #15 (a Repost from October 2018)
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 gone, I was left with no-one
Myself has become an intimate 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 does 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 of purpose are not useless
Morning birds sing, but do not see
By day, I’ll look like a tree
Like a lonely Tawny Frog-mouth Owl
By night, hear my wisdom howl
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
Ivor Steven (c) October 2018
The weather is wet and windy here in Ballarat, but that does’t matter. I’m resting, relaxing, and enjoying the break. Today’s poem is from June 2019.
Featured Image above; Street art on a building next door to the ‘Analogue Academy’, where my book launch was held on Saturday.
A Crescendo For Peace
Sounds of music, ring in my mind
Our hearts beat, to a slow drum
My soul hears the rhythm of life
I see angels playing a harp’s serenade
In harmony with the royal string quartet
Grand orchestra’s loudly join in
And choirs of the world are singing our song
Together, chiming the peace-bells of our time
Creating a crescendo of music, ringing in my mind
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
G’day dear readers and followers. After the hetic situation of my book launch yesterday, I am taking a well earned break and holiday at my brother’s place in Ballarat … I’ll just be posting older poems, or poems from Tullawalla for a little while. The Featured Image above; is from my brothers balcony looking across to Mt Warrenheip …
Here I have photograph the poem from my copy of Tullawalla.
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
“Every picture tells a story” … I told the stories, and the warm smiles on everyones faces was my reward.
Judy, my publisher (Jaymah Press) …. My front table presentation
Reciting my poems, ‘Dreams of the Heart’, ‘Decades of Storms’, and ‘Coffee, Lamingtons, Life is a Serviette’
Mingling with the patrons at my book launch, from left to right, Neil & Andrea, Guenter (President of Geelong Writers Inc) … TJ (lowercase poetry, Daryl, my siblings, Miffy & Lawrie, me & Michaela, and Pip, whose wedding I went to “50” years ago
Judy, Joshua (Analogue Academy, and Marg & Pip, who were at my wedding “46” years ago.
I signed lots of books, here with Mickaela (lowercase poetry)
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
My book launch for “Tullawalla” is on Saturday, and appropriately one of the poems I am going to read at the event will be “Coffee, Lamingtons, Life is a Serviette”
Coffee, Lamingtons, Life Is A Serviette (Tullawalla, page 59)
I’m beginning to enjoy the ride
Black-ice used to scour my track
I’m wryly visualizing the other side
There’s no more turning back
Life is like a roller-coaster ride
Around the old amusement park
Slow and bumpy on the way up
The scenery is romantic at the top
Suddenly the frightening downhills test my grip
Eventually grinding to a smooth halt
Arriving at the bottom, I step out of my capsule
I yell out, “Wow that was fun, let’s do it again”
And that is my life
Jumping back on board my star-ship
For another flipping and dipping trip
Staring down through alien eyes and letting it rip
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 