Alex
My trusty guardian
Shamefully
I’ve taken him for granted
That happy old chap
Who faithfully
Protects me
A loyal family friend
He’s always been around
Like an inherited heirloom
His age remains a mystery
He’s stoic and quietly stern
And I dare not ask him
The eternal keeper
Of our ancestral tree
Holder of heavens keys
Guarding life’s comings a goings
Waiting there, under shady leaves
Forever our courtyard centurion
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
The midweek Word/Photo Challenge is on the concept of HOME CRAFTS. Please go over and visit their fabulous site, “Weekly Prompts”, by clicking >> HERE
Today I have chosen my recent home hobby, of growing succulents in pots, and below is my interesting abstract poem, “What Is Your Name”…. Here-in lies my problem, I do not know any of their names… So below, I have number the plants 1. to 10. , and if there is any keen gardeners out there, that know their succulents, I would really appreciate your feedback…..starting with the plant in the featured image above….
Plant 1. Plant 2.
Plant 3. Plant 4.
Plant 5. Plant 6.
Plant 7. Plant 8.
Plant 9. Plant 10.
What Is Your Name
Oh, my darling young one
Your skin, so silky smooth
Oh, what is your name
Your pastel tones, so divine
Oh, will you stand here beside me
Your internal beauty captures my heart
Oh, my house is your home
Your eternal life, would grow and blossom
Oh, will my nurturing expose your soft soul
Your exquisite flower, a lovers reward
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
My tears are only droplets
Into a sea of grief
Despite my cloudy tears
I see, there above
The night sky is clear
Despite my inner gloom
I see, there above
A bright crescent moon
Despite my blinding wonder
I see, there above
She’s cradling a shining star
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
Sorrow
A young light has gone
May my tears anoint his soul
Taken far too soon
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
This weekend’s Word/Photo Challenge from ‘Weekly Prompts’ is: ‘The Bridge’ …. My bridge is the picturesque Cunningham Pier, on the harbour, in Geelong. Please go and visit the ‘Weekly Prompts’ site by clicking >> HERE
At ‘The Pier Geelong’, homegrown singing sensation Taylor Henderson, headlined Sunday’s concert “GEELONG FIRES-UP”. The event’s a local collaborative initiative aiming to raise a $1 for every Geelong citizen, i.e. $260,000 in total, for the “Fire Fund Relief”, here in Australia.
Something Beautiful
On a balmy Sunday
I’m here at the function room
In the the grandiose, ‘The Pier Geelong’
Overlooking a calm Corio Bay
It’s only mid-afternoon
And already, there’s a wave of sound
Cascading upon the gathering crowd
Rhythmical music, pleasing this deck of hearts
The show rolls happily into the evening
Firing-up the charity event’s audience
Cheering, they all sing and dance
And the fund raiser’s been a burning success
Below: The afternoon view from inside ‘The Pier’s’, function room
Below Left: Taylor Henderson and his dad Cam… Right: The Piano Bar duet
Below Left: Me with Taylor after his gig ….. Right: ‘The Pier at night
And after the show, on my way to the Moorabool St Taxi rank, I happily took a couple more photos….. luckily they worked…. !!
Below Left: Cameron the Didgeredoo busker…. Right: Street art, ‘something beautiful’
Below: Here’s a music/video by Geelong singer/songwriter, Taylor Henderson.
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
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…..
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.
I’m not blind
look up
there
upon spiralling
warm air
a golden leaf
hovering
like a dove
between
heaven and earth
floating
on a sea of love
there
waiting
a golden angel
forever
faithful
oh, love
aren’t you tired yet
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
I Handed Her My Card
I had lunch at the office
That is, the Box Office Cafe
My favourite local eatery
I enjoyed a tasty Vietnamese salad
Then I took some photos on my camera-phone
Trying to capture the venues’ rustic atmosphere
Leafy plants in pots and hanging baskets
And there’s abstract paintings on display
Along side artworks painted directly onto the walls
All enhancing the Cafe’s peaceful aura
In front of the wine collection’s shelves
There’s a large table of magazines
Where my ‘Tullawalla Booklets’ lay for patrons to read
And as is my way, I started up a conversation
And there was a young lady at the adjacent table
Her name was Katie, and coincidently
She knew about the ‘Lowercase’ poetry group
I told her when and where, they were to next meet
Then she intimated she might attend the recital night
With a friendly smile, I handed her my poetry card
PS: Surprise, surprise, here I am back a the Box Office Cafe for breakfast, on Saturday morning, of the Australia Day, long weekend. I don’t often go out for breakfast, but the weather is perfect, and I’ve earned myself a treat this week. Below a couple of pic’s of my fabulous breakfast.
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
Here Comes The Rain
The dawn’s dark rain-clouds
Of hovering graceful greys
Are cascading their silver linings
And the falling rain sparkles
Lighting up the morning sky
Resonating nature’s sounds
Heaven’s musical crescendo
The sweetest of all musical notes
A drumming of heavy raindrops
Dancing on the ground
And as the awakening rains
Come tumbling down
The torrents of regenerating waters
Are now crying rivers through burning trees
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
This midweek’s word/photo challenge from the Weekly Prompts site is: ZOMBIE REALITY. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>Here
Worms, Ants and Zombies
I’m under a dome, inside a barn
A giant steel worm farm
Crawling with thousands of ants
Wearing drab skirts and pants
Some are dazed, dumbfounded like me
Others stride out bold and carefree
Seeking their worm’s tunnel
Walking down an endless funnel
Where the guzzling worms stop and go
Slurping ants up, riding to and fro
Oh no, which steel worm to catch
Before the grinding worm halts, to hatch
Unfazed, into a mysterious iron-belly I jump
The giant worm rattles at every bump
Rolling through underground passages
And all the ants are reading messages
Heads down, looking at antenna screens
With their vacant Zombie eyes of red beams
I quietly ask one, “where do I get off this worm”
It snapped, “You’re asked the wrong germ! “
Suddenly I’ve a gurgling feeling of fear
And I must escape, before It bites off my ears
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
