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
This article is copied from my post on “Go Dog Go Cafe’s Throwback Friday” earlier today.
>> https://godoggocafe.com/2022/10/21/throwback-friday-we-lost-the-sea-by-ivor-steven/
The Haiku, ‘We Lost the Sea’ is one of 12 Haiku that appear in my book Tullawalla, and this Haiku was written in May 2019.
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) May 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 for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20
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
A Poem I wrote in May 2020, which now appears in my book “Tullawalla”. The poem is in “Chapter 9, Not Horror, But Weird”, on page 140.
Poetry in Motion
I was searching for words
Maybe the script’s lost in celluloid
I’ve a pile of empty poems
Frustratingly strewn
Here, there and everywhere
But I hear them whispering
“We’re not finished yet
Do not leave us for dead
Under this thick biblical heap
Please tend to your lost sheep”
The mound of poetry pages
Began chanting louder
And I was silently listening
To their distant preaching
But I’m not that proud
And I quickly lit the gunpowder
Ivor Steven (c) May 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…
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The original poem was written in August 2018, and back then I was not considering writing a book, but ironically or fortunately all the pieces in Bold Italic and the titles of poems in new my book “Tullawalla”
A Poem About Me (Revised)
How to write a poem about me
The boy who lived by the sea
As a youngster, I was not a loud speaker
Just shy and quiet teenager
Who wondered about Dreams of the Heart
With my visions of yesteryear Well Preserved
I loved Vegemite, honey and ice-cream
Then my life became Just a Little Dream
Looking at the Crystal Clear Shallows on the bay
I saw Ripples of Inconsiderateness turn my hair grey
Struggling, life was disappearing after my stroke
Emotionally I was crying out, Who’s Left to Row the Boat
Needing strength, my stars echoed, “I do Thee Shine”
Now I’m left with these Words of Mine
Recalling the days during her Everlasting Smile
Leaving my empty hands full, of Memories and Rhymes
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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Whispering Flowers (Tullawalla, page 41)
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
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
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
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