Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Here Comes the Sun Again”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/here-comes-the-sun-again/
Ivor Steven © October 2022
On my morning walk I took these interesting photos
Gatherers
There!
In the forest fringe
Gathering among the leaves and bark
Stood wooden knives and forks
The forks way outnumbered the knives
Why?
Were the splintered knives
On the cutting edge of extinction
Have the forks?
Wisely discovered the point?
That being one of nature’s gatherers
Is the only way to survive humanities
Wasteful and wanton waves of settlers
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
The three Haiku that make up this one poem, originate from three different sources.
The first stanza/haiku was inspired by Jez’s Haiku
>> https://jezzieg.com/2022/09/30/haiku-427/
The second stanza/haiku was inspired by Bartholomew’s Fraiku
>> https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2022/09/30/fraiku-follow-the-money/
The third stanza/haiku is a haiku I created for this post
Echoes (3 Haiku)
Some human critters
Can be thoughtless litterers
Nature’s enemies
Co-operate greed
Unlimited boundaries
Without compassion
An unknown poet
Scrawls on recycled paper
Words become echoes
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
A poem I wrote after I had finished building my courtyard verandah, and I was feeling comfy and content …
I originally wrote this poem in November 2017, and the piece was then called “Luxury”, and today’s revision is the poem’s third version.
A Fortunate Man
Sometimes in life
Just when it’s right
There’s that moment
And today’s that moment
Sometimes we are lucky
Against all the odds
There’s that fortunate time
And here I am feeling blessed
Gratefully thankful
I write these words on today’s Newspaper
Reading tomorrows weather report
Happiness is here
Here right beside me
Under my verandah roof
Loving the luxury of home
Comfy with the fruits of my life
Sometimes a fortune is a sweet apple
Ivor Steven (c) November 2017
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about…
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Appropriately the “Tullawalla” journey began in Geelong, and I am proudly ecstatic to have my book launch here, back where the “Story” belongs …
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We Lost the Sea (a Haiku) … Tullawalla, page 117
Bridges of dreams crossed
The ocean and river spanned
Waters of love found
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
Decades of Storms (Tullawalla, page 48)
Over the decades
I’ve lived through many storms
Yesterday
I read about an Atlantic island storm
After midnight
I had a dream about my life’s storms
At dawn
I shall open my door to the storms
I will then wait for my storms
To vacate the dark
And ask the morning sunlight
“Am I still the pilot”
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
a worrying time
sometimes
feeling homely and mellow
other-times
lonely and hollow
sometimes
looking tall and green
other-times
small and unseen
sometimes
sounding sacred and relaxed
other-times
wasted and axed
nature’s forests
living wonders to enjoy
not an oppressor to destroy
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
Presenting another poem from my new book “Tullawalla”
I wrote “My Broken Mast” in January 2020, and the poem appears in my new book “Tullawalla”
My Broken Mast
Yesterday, a sudden stormy gale
Ripped through my leafy sail
And tore my oldest branch down
Crashing onto the ground
Leaving my main mast, hurtfully marred
A long open wound, and I’m painfully scarred
Mother, will dry my weeping tears
And I’ll recover to live another thirty years
Fatefully, my debris fell safely
All my owner’s guests escaped injury
And I left their ship damage free
Tomorrow they’ll clear my messy sea
Then rest under the shade of me
Ivor Steven (c) January 2020
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those…
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Tullawalla is now available at Amazon
>> https://www.amazon.com/Tullawalla-Meeting-Memories-Australian-Languages/dp/0645377023/ref=sr_1_2?crid=2NUSUI90AWK6&keywords=Tullawalla&qid=1663851584&s=books&sprefix=tullawalla%2Cstripbooks-intl-ship%2C301&sr=1-2
Who’s Left to Row the Boat
… This week it is 22 years since I suffered my first stroke …
The storms are too many to count
Emotional lows had weathered me out
Her journey with MS was a struggle
How much lower could our lives sink
After fourteen years of our battles, I suffered a Stroke
An ambulance came, my brain was in a boat
Floating out to sea, overboard and panic-stricken
I wasn’t swimming, barely awake, and drifting
I had fallen, nothing was working, and not talking
She’s crying, I’m sobbing, my heart is dying
And who’s left to row the boat, I’m thinking
I was jabbed with a needle and silently sleeping
I awoke a day later, in hospital, feeling wasted
My face was limp, mouth parched, was that death I tasted
My mind was active, I thought, where is she
I knew I was bad; the room was all blurry to me
Strong anxieties had set in, I needed to know
Nurses came to me, I pleaded, I wanted to go
“Help me to see her, just give my bed a tow
Please let me go, before I’m covered in snow”
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
I am ecstatic that my poem “Miles From Home”, that I posted here on site only last week, has already been accepted and published at Spillwords Magazine today, and I am very grateful to the editor Dagmara for selecting my piece .. Pease go and visit my poem at Spillwords and if you wish, leave a 💗 for my article, by clicking on this link >> https://spillwords.com/miles-from-home/
written by: Ivor Steven
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Today
I went left, instead of right
No matter what direction
Or decision I choose
At the end of day
There will be night
My time to rest
And remain out of sight
Tomorrow
I shall take the back roads
Miles away from my troubled life
Miles and miles
Beyond those evil eyes of strife
Tonight
I will sleep under the stars
With my loyal companion
By my side
Now
He gives me that inquisitive stare
“Don’t look at me like that
I know mate, I know
I should never have left the wife”
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
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