Throwback Friday, In My Time, by Ivor Steven

The reblog button didn’t work for me tonight, on my “Go Dog Go Cafe” site, so here is my article via ‘copy & paste’… you may visit Go Dog Go Cafe by clicking on this link

My nostalgic poem today is a piece I wrote in May 2018

In My Time

In my time

trees I did climb

played hide and seek

always had a peak

went to the park

’til after dark

built my own fort

enjoyed my sport

daydreamt in class

smart enough to pass

nicked my brothers shoes

teased my sister too

life was a pantomime

In my time

Ivor Steven (c) May 2018

Where to Now?

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – “Connector” – September 23, 2021, click on the link to visit her fabulous site . >>

Where to Now?

Where do they hide? 

When the sea is at full-tide

What lays beyond the sand?

In foreign hands on distant lands 

Their long windy road is untraveled 

With trials of fear yet to be unravelled

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021

Day Eleven Poem: His Hand in Her Hand

I had the pleasure of providing Robert Okaji with a poem “Title – His Hand in Her Hand”, for his sponsorship month of poetry supporting and donating to “Brick Street Poetry Inc” …Please click via link for details >>

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His Hand In Her Hand

This terrible
beauty, this blight.

They exist simultaneously,
breathe the same air

taste the same
salt. When the fever broke

I saw my life clearly
ahead. A cliff. The road.

Always rising.
And under the tree

around the curve
someone calling my secret

name, saying come to me,
come to me, this is the way.

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Many thanks to Ivor Steven for providing the title. If you’d like to join in on the fun, see my September 5 post for sponsorship details. Give me a title, provide some words. Or think of another challenge! It’s all for a good cause: Brick Street Poetry, Inc.

Tomorrow’s poem is titled “If You Were Going to Make a Mask, to Represent Me, What Color Would It Be?,” and was sponsored by Atomic Geography, a poet whose work with “transduction” I much admire.

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Back Copies

Hello dear readers, especially those in Australia, the Positive Words magazines for Creative Writers everywhere, are indeed a fabulous read .. and I thoroughly recommended them to you … see original post for details

Positive Words Magazine

I have lots of extra back copies and I’m trying to clear some space in my very cluttered office.

Send (or direct deposit) $2.20 for one recent back copy, $3.30 for two or $5.50 for four different copies.

Just the price of postage 🙂

Great reading and inspiration. Each issue contains a wide range of poetry and stories from writers all over Australia as well as prompts for writing.

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Right or Wrong

My poem today is actually made up of 3 different Haiku, however, as what often happens with my jumbled words and thoughts, the 3 stanzas seemed to fit together to form “one” poem …

Right or Wrong

As we scrape along 

In life, we are often wrong 

Before our swan song 

Are we wrong or right? 

Why do we let the moonlight 

Disappear from sight? 

Gloom enfolds the view 

Gey clouds cover rainbow hues 

Darkness stalks us too 

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021

Existence and Renewal (is up at Coffee House Writers magazine)

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Existence and Renewal”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine.  … please click on the link below and visit my poem at Coffee House Writers … and let me know what you think of my poem, and I would appreciate your support over at my new venture as a writer on CHW…

Existence and Renewal

Keep your cup full

Turn the power on

Follow the moonlight

Fall across the lawn

Heed her call at dawn

“Life is a marathon”

The renewal of nature

Leaves footprints upon desert sands

And with His hand in Her hand

Existence grows from our lands

Ivor Steven (c) September 2021


“After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – I have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains.” ― Walt Whitman


Why are we deaf and blind?

How can we be so silently unkind?

Nature is not our kitchen to be redesign

Mother Earth is our holy shrine

Our one and only protective rind

All we need, is her love intertwined


Featured Image: Forest Garden, Mt Dandenong, Victoria, by Greg Brave


Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021

Promote Yourself Mondays, September 20, 2021

Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site… clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Go Dog Go Café

Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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