Sunday Lunchtime

Sunday Lunchtime

 

A sunny Sunday lunchtime

I’m home alone, nothing to do

I decide on a Pakington Street outing

At the quaint Box Office Cafe

 

I’m by myself

They will be people I know

And perhaps I’ll meet someone new

There’s Beth I see, a regular, and with her puppy too

 

The Cafe has a dog friendly view

I sit with Beth and little Edith

We order coffee’s, and study the menu

Then two young ladies sit at the adjacent table

 

I introduce myself, to Amber and Jo

They are interested in what I’m writing

Jokingly, I say, “I’m writing a poem about you”

Then I explain, that the topics, ‘A Memorable Meal’

 

Smiling, I say, “here we all are, choosing our meals”

We finish our order, and happily chat away

Enjoying our Sunday lunchtime together

And cheeky puppy Edith, gets her pats and scraps too

Ivor Steven (c) September 2019

Red Rose Sunset

Another sunrise

And my red rose has wilted

I knew she could not stay

Although I sacredly

Stood her in holy water

Nurturing her fading life

As I watched her weep

Petals, one by one

Weaken and fall

Anointing her finality

Leaving a barren stem

Sturdy and alone

Reciting eulogies

About a lost Autumn flower

And that last, red rose sunset

 

Ivor Steven (c)  September 2019

The Woman In Me

G’day readers, It’s Friday morning here in Australia. I recently made an insignificant little comment on a writer’s post, in the form of a short poem “The Woman In Me”, which I’m now posting here today….

The Woman In Me

 

Inside every man there is a woman

The mother of his soul

The lady of his heart

The kindness in his touch

The passion in his blood

The woman who fostered, the way he shows love

 

Ivor Steven (c)  September 2019

Cyberspace, And Melted Digital’s

This week’s word prompt on “Weekly Prompts is : Cyber Invitation. Please go and visit their fabulous site, click >> HERE …

This crazy, distorted cyberspace

Can be a dishonest place

Like talking to aliens from outer-space

False profiles and no trace

 

I dislike bloggers with no face

And avoid, no what “About’s”, a shameful disgrace

As if they’re hiding from the human race

Or thieves of other writers database

 

I’d like to knot together their shoelaces

See them fall from grace

Straight down their slippery staircase

And melt their digital’s in the fireplace

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  September 2019

Tullawalla #12

Hello dear readers and followers, again I must apologise for not being on WordPress and blogging with my normal zest….  I’ve been recovering (ouchie), and arduously  preparing and typing up my Twelve Tullawalla Poetry Booklet….. Wow, what a task I set myself. For new readers that don’t know about these booklets, they are basically the reason why I write poetry. I produce the booklets for the sole purpose of raising funds for my favourite charity organization, the MS Society, in Australia via the MS Charity Shop here in Geelong. And actually all money’s I receive for any of my poetry submissions, I also donate to the MS Society….. Anyhow the booklet is finally completed, and as always, they are available for purchase, either as a hard copy or a PDF format….. All proceeds go to the MS Charity Shop, here in Geelong West….. Please contact me here through my web site page and I can chat about arrangements from there…. Oh, the booklet is called “Tullawalla:  The Sky Above”, and here is the link to my website >> ivors20.wordpress.com

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Because it was Leonard Cohen’s birthday this week (21st Sept), I’ll attach this glorious song of his “Joan of Arc”, and his lyrics are superb….

Ivor Steven (c)  September 2019

Promote Yourself Monday, September 23, 2019

For readers/followers, who are interested, this is a chance for you to promote yourself and share your article, on the fabulous site of “Go Dog Go Cafe”

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Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link 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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A Chalice Of Champagne

Hello dear readers, my night was full of dreams, remembering “our” Anniversary, and I also had many happy thoughts of Leonard Cohen. In the early hours, I wrote these words, thinking of my forever girl, and my lifetime sage, on his birthday, 21st September  1934…. For, Carole, and Leonard…..

A Chalice Of Champagne

 

Once upon a time

In the days of rhyme

When learning to climb

I saw my neon sign

Slowly die by design

 

An angel’s teardrop fell

Ringing the church bell

And missing my empty well

From the tower of song, I wanted to yell

But life doesn’t let you dwell

 

Despite annual September rain

I trek over flooded plains

Avoiding delta swamps of pain

Scaling the same old mountain again

Searching for our chalice of champagne

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  September 2019