My Broken Mast

The midweek challenge on Weekly Prompts is Inconvenience Stores. But I’m only going with word “Inconvenience”, and I’ve written a poem here, about a fallen branch from a big tree, at a birthday party that I attended on Sunday. The big branch coming down was of a slight inconvenience to the party goers, or were we selfishly thinking of ourselves, and not thinking of the “inconvenience” the damaged tree was feeling …….. again a timely reminder, of how “we think wrongly”, that we might be in charge of our planet earth !!  Please go over and visit “Weekly Prompts” fabulous site, by clicking >> Here

 

 

My Broken Mast

 

Yesterday, a sudden stormy gale

Ripped through my leafy sail

And tore my oldest branch down

Crashing onto the ground

 

Leaving my main mast, hurtfully marred

A long open wound, and I’m painfully scarred

Mother, will dry my weeping tears

And I’ll recover to live another thirty years

 

Fatefully, my debris fell safely

All my owners guests escaped injury

And I left their ship damage free

Tomorrow they’ll clear my messy sea

Then rest under the shade of me

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020

Melody & Poetry

Here’s a poem I’ve written for ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’s’,  Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge. Today’s prompt: Write a story or poem that ends with the phrase “he shredded her dreams in dignified air of victory”

Friday evening I attended my first ever Melody and Poetry event at the Analogue Academy & Gallery. The new and interesting night developed into thoroughly enjoyable show, for both the musicians and poets. The poem I recited was “Lost On The River” , here’s the link >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2019/06/30/lost-on-the-river/

Melody and Poetry

 

The Gallery’s been darkened

And the room’s illuminated by faerie lights

The Melody and Poetry event begins

On stage, there’s a piano player and guitarist

Improvising their music, to each poet’s readings

And the enthusiastic crowd sings along

To the sheets of printed words

And the poet’s recital is resonating vividly

As he shredded her dreams

In a dignified air of victory

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020

A Red Bouquet

 

A Red Bouquet

 

The dawn sky’s a misty red

Mirroring my eyes, etched edges of red

T’was my dad’s anniversary yesterday

And I didn’t go to visit her, during the day

She adored dad, my darling redhead

So best I vacate this lonely bed

And select her some blooms from my flowerbed

 

My courtyard’s a sea of dazzling reds

A vivacious Begonia, called a Dragon Wing Red

Our gifted Geranium, glows a deep ruby red

And dad’s Day Lily, is a glossy red

I’ll create a bright red bouquet from the three

And place the flowers in our vase under her tree

 

 

Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020

Tullawalla #15

Tullawalla, Nineteen Steps

Hello dear readers and followers, I’ve been away from blogging for three days, because again, I’ve been arduously  preparing and typing, to produce my Fifteenth Tullawalla Poetry Booklet….. 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. Fantastic news this week, with a few more donations coming in lately, I’m proud to announce, that the sale of my “Tullawalla Booklets”, has now gone well pass $1000. 00, …  to all the lovely readers, who have donated, to help achieve such a wonderful amount,  a big heartfelt thank you from “us” and the MS Society … …..Amazingly, there is now a total of  “613 poems”, in my collection of 15 Tullawalla Booklets. Anyhow the booklet is finally completed, and ready for sale now.. !!  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:  “Nineteen Step”, and coincidently, this, the feature poem from  my the booklet was published by FREE VERSE REVOLUTION, on Friday, 8th, February… You can visit their fabulous magazine today!! Please click on this link >>    https://freeverserevolution.wordpress.com/                …. And here is the link to my website >> ivors20.wordpress.com

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Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020

Promote Yourself Monday, February 10, 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…..

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Nineteen Steps – Ivor Steven

My poem “Nineteen Steps”, is Published at FREE VERSE REVOLUTION.
I’m thrilled with this heartwarming poem of mine being published, and a sincere thank you to Kristiana, at Free Verse Revolution Magazine for her kind consideration …

FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

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

waving

a golden angel

forever

faithful

oh, love

aren’t you tired yet


Ivor is a part-time plumber, former Industrial Chemist, and now a serious writer of poetry. He has had numerous poems (not books) published, in on-line magazines. He is an active member of the Geelong Writers Inc., and recently Ivor was appointed to the ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’s’ writing team, as one their new Baristas.

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Throwback Friday, A Tattooed Blond, By Ivor Steven.

Another one of those dreams,

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A Tattooed Blond

I’m neither here nor there

Half asleep nor half awake

Not quite conscious

Like a drifting snowflake

Sinking through a prism

Where I fantasize and over-achieve

Seeing a blond-haired vixen

Thinking I’ve seen her tatt’s before

I’m retreating, hiding

From her beckoning embraces

My drunken mates at the bar

Giggling and smirking, as if I can’t see

Between, there’s a tattered curtain

A pale veil, shadows lurking

A vision surreal, of blue, red and black

Like a fiery chasm

The blond’s tattoos, twitch and spasm

Chasing my body into the surf

Waves crashing over, and around

A bubbling sensation, wildly scary

I sprawl atop the tattoos in the sand

And I wonder what to do

With her bloodied tattooed hand

Wishing I could escape from here or there

I suddenly awaken, and burst into tears

Recognising my weakest fears

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Ivor Steven (c) …

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