Tullawalla: Booklet #4

Hello dear readers, friends, family and followers. Sorry I’ve not been around to all my fellow bloggers on WP, with my usual diligence and zest. I’ve been very busy preparing my new booklet of poems. I’ve just finished the manuscript (Phew and yeah !!), and this one is called, “Tullawalla: Who’s Left To Row The Boat”, and of course along with the other 3 booklets, all money’s that I make from the sale of these booklets goes to the Geelong MS Charity Shop. The list of my 4 booklets below. These booklets are all printed here in my little writing studio/haven, put together by hand, and they’re a foolscape size folder of 21 pages and 40 poems in each booklet

Tullawalla, Poems, By Ivor Steven                                                                                   Tullawalla, A Sign Of The Times                                                                                               Tullawalla, The Waves Say Goodbye                                                                                     Tullawalla, Who’s Left To Row The Boat

And I’m happy to say that I’ve now learnt how to print on both sides of the pages, thus halving my mailing costs for anyone interested in purchasing, for the price of postage and plus a donation for the MS shop. I have a PayPal account, to make payments easier.

Cheers

From Ivor xx

 

Quote #1

Maybe I’m starting a series of “Quotes”, if I am, this is my first one. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to think of anymore, but these words were in my head today, as I was looking up at the big tree next door

“He who worships from the tallest tree,

should be weary of the broken branches he trod on below”

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Brave

This is a very old poem of mine, and the poem’s words appeared in my dream-time last night, so I’ve dragged the verse out of my archives, and I’ve rewritten it in present tense. The original title was “With All Her Might”, but I think “Brave” suits Her better now. xx

She had a glorious smile everyday

Despite her painful stay

She tried with all her might

Oh, what a brave fight

 

She relied on us all, to fill her days

Caring for her different ways

She helped with all her might

Oh, what a courageous sight

 

She rested, unable to relate

Comfy in her sorry state

She sighed with all her might

Oh, what a sombre plight

 

She never complained about her fate

Carried our worry weight

She defied destiny with all her might

Oh, what an endless night

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

 

Liquid Joy 

Hello dear readers, well I’m celebrating my eighteen month anniversary of blogging, with another post originally from June 7th 2017, and I’ve rehashed the poem slightly.

Tears of liquid joy
Like rivers of fear
The memories so clear
And a toast to cheer
Tears of liquid joy
Like waves from the heart
Two great oceans apart
And wishing for another restart
Tears of liquid joy
Like dredged canals of the soul
Leaking from the broken porthole
And needing a free parole
Tears of liquid joy
Like a flowing molten lava
Passing a secret convoy
And singing like the last choirboy
Crying liquid joy

 

Ivor Steven (c) 2017

Tit Bits #11

My efforts to beat failures go amiss

Someone keeps moving the goal-posts into the mist

I’m misunderstanding what I need to know

I understand what I already Know

I’m misunderstanding why they throw the stones

I understand the hurt of being hit by sharp stones

There’s a loud cheer from the crowd

But who’s listening to my silence now

Silence is deafening

My heart missed a beat

Waiting times are beckoning

My message replete

Telling myself it’s fine to have empty days

I smile to myself, at my misty eyes

They’re welcome emotions now-days

Swelling my heart in forgiving ways

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Freckles And Dark Hair

Weekly Prompts – Your second chance to be creative

This weeks word prompt, Hybrid

 

I’m of mixed origin

Am I a hybrid

An off-spring of my parents

Dad was a red-head with freckles

From Tasmania, a convicts great-grandson

Mum had dark hair and olive skin

A German and Scottish background

She was born in Penang Malaysia

They were worlds apart

The great war shaped their paths

Time and peace brought them together

I’m their hybrid, freckles and dark hair

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018