Tullawalla: Booklet #9


Hello dear readers, friends, and followers. I’ve got 24 days to go before I fly to New York, and my progress is improving everyday. I’m keeping myself busy, bike pedalling (On Yorkie) exercise sessions and walking 8000 steps a day, In between, I’ve been preparing my new booklet of poems. I’ve just finished the manuscript (Phew and yeah !!), and this one is called, “Tullawalla: “Leafless Branches”, No more hospital appointments, and I’ve been given the all-clear to fly away.  Like my other 8 Booklets, all money’s that I collect from the sale of these booklets goes to the Geelong MS Charity Shop. The list of my 9 booklets is below. These booklets are all printed here in my little writing studio/haven, put together by hand, and they’re a foolscap 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                                                                        Tullawalla, Home Is The Air I Breathe                                                                            Tullawalla, Waiting Time                                                                                                  Tullawalla, The Healing House                                                                                                            Tullawalla, Beyond The Brick Wall

And, Tullawalla, Leafless Branches





Booklet #5: Home Is The Air I Breathe                      Booklet #6: Waiting Time



Booklet #7: Tullawalla, The Healing House          My “Isolation Time”


Booklet#8: Tullawalla, Beyond The Brick Wall               My front door.


And, Booklet #9, Tullawalla, Leafless Branches



From Ivor xx




We will all travel, life’s journey

There’s  reality in the end, a concluding count down

Finality occurs, not a shadow of doubt

Sooner or later, we have to retire, and work no more

Old tools are laid to rest, gathering dust

There’s a time, when we have to say goodbye

To that special one’s,  sad crying eyes

Suddenly life propels us, to pass our friends lives

The people we knew, dwindle to a few

And beyond the lies, earth slowly dies

We the custodians, failed to see overcast skies

Our belief’s shriveled, inside religious sleeves

The jealous and greedy, are yet to eat their last supper

I hope tomorrow’s future, is better than today’s veiled ways

And yesterday’s trials, become the healing castle’s final say




Ivor Steven (c)  2019


T’is An Unseasonal Heart That Never Thaws

Hello dear readers, my poem here is a collection of odds and ends, of mine, that I’ve jotted down and stored in my note-book. I’ve placed them together in some sort of order. I think the resultant poem has achieved an overall view of my thoughts for the month…..

Oh, how we dream

Ponder, our lost promises

Wait, one more time

Closed, shut are our eyes

What you see and feel

Are not always the true deal

I habitually step behind my veil

To see if I’m real

The powers behind me, turned on my light

There’s no need to return back to black

We don’t want too much by intention

We need what we haven’t got

Love, warmth and protection

That’s our missing lot

I’m not loaded with success

But from being down and out

I’m taking bigger steps now

Climbing every hillock

Then I’ll see the light

On top of my mountain

I’m not sure whether my palpitations

Are anxieties of recovery high’s

Pedalling across sea and sky

Or, sheer excitement of anticipation

Oh Leonard, your words are playing sweetly

I’m hearing the melodies of your songs


Ivor Steven (c)  2019

Lamenting Joy – A Poem

I’ve read this compassionate poem several times already, “I Do Run’s” words have touched me deeply. Please read, if you are so inclined,….. There is no instant solution, but together with trillions of humane hearts there shall always be hope……..

I Do Run

Don’t you dare turn those unicorn eyes toward me
And keep your sparkly sparkles to yourself
That field was truly not meant for running or singing or dancing or jumping for joy.

Just stop with the rainbows and the technicolor sunsets
No need for close ups of baby chubby thighs
Or even your thighs sunning on white sand beaches.

Enough of the Sunday mornings watching your lover breathe
And definitely no more spontaneous water fights with the kids
Even those first moments that bring tears of joy are not the moments for me

No, not for me, wondering, how you can enjoy when
…..Children are kept in cages, sold to the highest bidder
…..Women are forced into dangerous back alleys, not owning their bodies
…..Veterans sleep on cardboard boxes, crazy instead of courageous
…..People still being judged by the back of their hand or the hand they’re holding

Unicorns and…

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I Climb


I Climb


Step by step I climb

Steadily walking my path

Time is flying fast



“If You Wait”

To treasure gold is fun
Brother, drop your bag at once
From the air to the people
A mass to take you on
From the clock to the past
A future that I own
And to find just one other
Seems to be the goal of everyone
From the search to the hurt
I believed I could take you on
We would drink, we would dance
And you would watch me whenever you wantAnd can you give me, everything
Everything, everything
Cos I can’t give you anything
And if you wait, if you wait
I will trust in time that we will meet again
If you wait

If letters spell out words, son
You chose to put them in order, didn’t you
From the meaning, the moment you tried to take me on
From the air to the room A bed that I own

And can you give me everything,
Everything, everything
Cos I can’t give you anything
And if you wait, if you wait I will trust in time that we will meet again
If you wait
I will trust in time that we will meet again


Ivor Steven (c)  2019

Yes I’ll Be There

Two weeks ago, on Friday 15th I was cleaning out my mailbox, throwing out all those annoying advertising pamphlets, when I happen to notice a little flyer that caught my attention. Yeah ! a book fair to held the next day in the West Geelong Town Hall. I missed  last year’s event, and finding the advertisement was a pleasant surprise…. Yes I did go……….Yes I did buy a few books…. Yes the advertising did work… The Weekly Photo Prompt this week is: Advertising

Below: Some of the Poetry books I did discover and subsequently purchased, and I’m sure they’ll make for interesting reading on my flight over to New York…..

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

My Bamboo Kite

Fly free, fly high

My bamboo kite

Bright orange and green

A colourful gliding sight

Your counter-weight tail fluttering

Like a flowing rainbow in the sky


Flying freer, flying higher

Your ground chains are broken

And the strong anchoring rope

Has shrank to a golden thread

Go away, and climb

Above the silver clouds


Eventually your thread will fray

Leaving a slither of mellow twine

Not strong enough

To stop you breaking free

Never long enough

To stop you soaring higher


Ivor Steven (c)  2019