One of best Haiku, according to some of my fellow poets here in Geelong, which I penned in June 2020
Featured Photo Above: A painting by Carole Steven
One Land (a Haiku) Tullawalla, page 119
Upon our torn earth
Let’s sit around the camp fire
One circle of sand
Tullawalla is Available From;
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Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com
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Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
The article I posted on “Go Dog Go Cafe” today >>
https://godoggocafe.com/2022/11/25/throwback-friday-white-pony-by-ivor-steven/
I’m very fond of this poem from October 2019, which appears in both of my books, “Tullawalla” (page 149), and “Perceptions” (page 1).
Featured Photo Above: taken by Derrick Knight >> https://derrickjknight.com/2019/10/13/the-halloween-template/
White Pony. (Tullawalla, page 149, and Perceptions, page 1)
If I were to be reincarnated
I am sure I would be a tall white pony
A flashy show jumping horse
Who knows his arduous course
Hurdling coloured bars
And clearing hard brush fences
A swimmer I have always been
So the perilous water hazard
Would be a simple breeze
A shadow passed over with ease
As my reflection in the pond
Magically vanished under my rider’s wand
Turning sharply on the pitch
Nearing the finishing stretch
I see more obstacles ahead
The doubles and triples, I dread
Without fear, forward I bound
Up over and gliding down
My red-haired rider, she’s blushing and proud
Hearing loud applause, we bow to the crowd
Tullawalla is Available From;
Jaymah Press:https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com
Amazon: search via, ‘Tullawalla by Ivor Steven’
Perceptions: will be available soon, pre-order via …
Jaymah Press:https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
Are we the drowned ones?
Lying beside our beach whales
Unable to breathe
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
My poem “Echoes” is up at Go Dog Go Cafe’s ‘Throwback Friday’
This poem appears in my recent book “Tullawalla” and was originally written in August 2019
Echoes (Tullawalla, page 147)
My night’s sleep was calm and sound
Despite the deafening noise of echoes lost a found
I heard the midnight owl singing
Replaying tunes, of last year’s bells ringing
My blankets had not been disturbed
As if my shadow had slept unperturbed
And my mind had been emptied of today’s wind burns
Then my morning song whispered the words, “sunshine returns”
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
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 personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems…
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My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn (Tullawalla, page 144)
I saw a broad sign, painted by His hand
the words, I did not understand
I thought why? Put another brick in wall
ascending the crooked ladder, too afraid to fall
there I stood alone, and stared
above the galaxy’s glare
my retinas were burning
last night’s moon had fallen
beyond the broad blue dawn
and my neighbour wasn’t mowing his lawn
I then saw in our narrowing crevasse
the universe, in a blade of grass
Ivor Steven © October 2022
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
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
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
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