Category: Friendship

Glassy Eyed

Celebrating the 50th year of Bell Park Cricket Club last night. Fifty years of memories and everlasting friendships.



Glassy Eyed



Saturday evening

The midnight hour

Whizzed by

Unbeknown

To the celebrating crowd

My friends are overly generous

And continue to make sure

My schooner is always full




I was keeping count

But that foolish tally

Is now nullified

And I am highly rarified


Sunday morning

Seven hours later

I am feeling brittlely vitrified

And glassy eyed






Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

One Land (a Haiku)

One of best Haiku, according to some of my fellow poets here in Geelong, which I penned in June 2020
Featured Photo Above: A painting by Carole Steven



One Land (a Haiku) Tullawalla, page 119



Upon our torn earth

Let’s sit around the camp fire

One circle of sand






Tullawalla is Available From;

Jaymah Press:https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/

Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com

Amazon: search via, ‘Tullawalla by Ivor Steven’



Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

Frankie

Frankie has been with me for 9 months now, and he’ll be 6 in July and I’ll be 71 in July …



Frankie


Frankie is my doggie

Supposedly a champagne colour

But more like a dirty off-white

woolly picnic blanket

Friendly by nature

On hind legs he prances

Then promptly hit sits

Holds out his soft curly paw

He has the Cafe waitresses

Melt at his doggie command

Frankie knows how to score

Treats galore come his way

He is a happy winner everyday






Ivor Steven (c) April 2022

Reading On Deck And Ashore

Another poem from my Pacific Ocean cruise in April 2018. Actually this piece is not on my web/blog site, so I am thrilled to be posting this old poem here today




Reading On Deck And Ashore


I am in a poolside recliner

reading Brendan Ryan’s book

observing fellow passengers

strolling the pool deck

some bustle along

others meander by

gazing around and carefree

they all smile and say Hi

Penelope and her mother Dianne

stop for a chat

we agree, a nice place to sit

meet friends and relax


we are in port at Lifou Island

tenders take us ashore

I have Robert Okaji’s book in hand

to read while laying on pure white sand

the air is warm and humid

a pleasant sea-breeze

caresses my brow

another sunny day on the beach






Ivor Steven (c) April 2022

New Windows

New Windows

•

The day after

Flying around this old tree

Life is slowly coming back to me

•

I step away from my “Itmims” sleigh

To embrace the new world

And give celebrations another whirl

•

With a life full of joy

My journey continues

To dance through

Lockdown’s open windows

Ivor Steven (c) December 26th 2021

Perceptions

Introduction

This booklet is a collection of twenty collaborative articles. The photographs were taken by Derrick Knight, and the associated poems were written by Ivor Steven

The Photographer: Derrick Knight (New Forest, Southern England)

He is a septuagenarian who enjoys rambling physically and photographing what he sees, and rambling in his head as memories are triggered. He also rambles through a lifetime of his photographs.

The poet: Ivor Steven (Geelong, Australia)

He was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, now retired, and has been writing poetry for 20 years. He is on the committee of the Geelong Writers Inc.(Australia), a team member with the on-line magazine “Go Dog Go Cafe” (America), and also writer for “Coffee House Writers” magazine (America). 

As far as I can ascertain(??) from my poetry files, “The Faeries of Fry’s Lane” is the first poem I wrote in association with a Photograph/s taken by Derrick Knight from his wonderful blog/website … I have now compiled a PDF Booklet of all our twenty (I think) collaorations … If are you interested in receiving a free PDF copy of “Perceptions”, please contact me via this email >> IR.Steven@bigpond.com





The Faeries of Fry’s Lane


Walking down Fry’s Lane

Sheltering from the misty rain

I did spy among the hedgerow berries

A Frolic of mystical faeries

Like iridescent glowing canaries

A fluttering of night-time luminaries


Trying not to disturb their magical home

I quietly asked them, “Are you all alone”

The faeries laughed and danced

They replied, “Your vision is by perchance

and your dreams may turn to stone

if you wish for a golden throne”


Suddenly the glittering sands of time

Illuminating the faeries wings of rhyme

Begun jumping off the falling star

And the faeries quickly flew back to their green Avatar






Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

A Day At The Race, (is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine)


Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “A Day At The Races”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine.  … please click on the link below and visit my poem at Coffee House Writers …
https://coffeehousewriters.com/a-day-at-the-races/

Coffee House WritersCoffee House Writers
A Day At The Races
“Another lovely poem of reminiscence by Ivor that lands close to our hearts”

I wrote this poem for the Magazine last week, however coincidently “A Day At The Races” was published today, in time for the running of Australia’s most famous and iconic horse race, the “Melbourne Cup” … and I can tell the winner was, “Verry Ellegant”


A Day At The Races


I awoke with moonbeams dancing

in my heart

and happy stardust sparkling

in my eyes

knowing my first gathering

out of lockdown

was going to be a fun barbecue day

and a renewal of absentee friendships


our last time together seems

many moons ago

so, there were plenty of handshakes

and welcoming hugs

lively laughter, and lovely memories

of bygone times

there was the same old quirky banter

with those familiar. cheeky, smiling eyes

and face to face connection

was no longer a surprise





Ivor Steven (c) November 2nd 2021

A Courtyard Song




A Courtyard Song




The spring morn is crisp

Sun-rays cling onto my chest

Porridge and lemon-ginger tea

Refresh my sleepy soul

Courtyard flowers arouse my eyes

Music vibrates the air

With a piano tune from Ludovico Einaudi

And Frankie quietly watches on


I write a comment for Derrick

His home in England needs a plumber

Then I send a song to Susi in America

To compliment her lovely ‘Fall’ poem

Carolyn’s words enrich my heart

But she will need her tissues

When she plays the video/music song

Only 8.00 am, and my message box is full

And now, the old poet’s day begins





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021