Category: Poems

Throwback Friday, Scars Revived, by Ivor Steven

Here is my poem “Scars Revived” that I posted earlier on ‘Throwback Friday’ at “Go Dog Go Cafe”…

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Today I am presenting another poem that I wrote during my three months of hospitalisation, between November 2018 and February 2019, and now three years later, my then abstract words are still readable.

Scars Revived

Days were dimly full of mace

I was a seedy old scar-face

With a shredded dark heart

In need of a surgeon’s restart

My innards were slashed and torn

Stuffed with yesterdays corn

My brains were in a rotted pumpkin-head

Emptied, throw out into the shed

Ankles shattered, with crinkled toes

I looked like a weathered scarecrow

Sirens screeched and screamed

My angels golden chariot beamed

Nurses in white, doctors in blue

They all came to my rescue

Sewed my broken heart together

My rubber soul became light as a feather

Inspired dreams were renewed

A familiar smile re-screwed

My body’s bindings restrengthened

Life revived and internally lengthened

Ivor Steven (c) December 2018

G’day, and…

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Waiting In Line

Please Note: The Idyll winery estate, located in the picturesque Moorabool Valley area, is only 15 km from my front door, and are well renowned for their award winner Cabernet Sauvignon blends … 2021 – New York International Wine Competition – Idyll Victoria Cabernet Sauvignon – Gold






Waiting In Line




lazing in a valley of vines

under the summer sunshine

with a bottle of Idyll wine 

drank in no time 

dandy and sublime 

heeds no rhyme

beyond an imaginary climb

along the river of time

that awaits a final line

after life’s closing pantomime






Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

Haibun Wednesday, January 19, 2022

Hello readers and followers, you most welcome to participate in our new format from “Go Dog Go Cafe”, which is being organised by Donna Matthews, an interesting format of writing a “Haibun”, so read all about how to write a Haibun, and you are all welcome to join us at Go Dog Go Cafe, and post your articles here on “Haibun Wednesdays” …by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Welcome to Go Dog Go Cafe’s Haibun Wednesday!

What exactly is Haibun?

Autobiographical poetic prose accompanied by haiku.

Bruce Ross

In his old age Basho, who may be credited with establishing the haiku form, undertook a long journey to the remote regions of northern Japan, fully expecting to die before completing it. He did complete the journey, and his record of it has become a classic of world literature and an example, in the broadest sense, of haibun, autobiographical poetic prose accompanied by haiku.
– Journey to the Interior, American Versions of Haibun, Edited by Bruce Ross

This week’s writer’s guide…

[Concerning Haibun] …in Japan, haibun is commonly associated with personal diaries and travel journals. American versions of haibun began in the late 1950s with travel diaries by the poet Gary Snyder and fiction by the novelist Jack Kerouac. There has also been much experimentation with haibun, including…

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Promote Yourself Monday, January 17, 2022

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…..by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink 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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One More Spoonful

Hello dear readers, I had a difficult time writing this poem, as my thoughts were jumband confused, but eventually after toiling away, I think the piece gradually developed into something resembling my initial dreamy thoughts … And then I could not make up my mind on the title, between “A Shining” or “One More Spoonful” ..

Featured Image Above: My photo of a piece of street-art in Geelong

One More Spoonful


I was reading my never ending story

about crossing the rivers of time

and climbing a mountain of dreams


then along the crest of a misty waterfall

a mysterious rainbow appeared at dawn

as a shimmering glimmer of hope


and above my unreachable horizon

there was a shining

tempting me to turn around

and resume paddling upstream

to where I could savour

a spoonful of life’s cream






Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

Throwback Friday, There’s More, by Ivor Steven

I am ageing and slowiing down, but I am still writing a poem everyday, and “There Is More”

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Yesterday I posted a poem on my website called “Is There More”, and ironically here today I am presenting a poem called “There’s More”, which I wrote on November 2nd 2018

There’s More

It’s eleven seventeen

I’m not nineteen

Anymore

Old warriors are bold

I’ll not be told

Anymore

Enjoyed an evening out

I’m not losing face

Anymore

Tired eyes are closing

I’m not going fishing

Anymore

Hands of time have been

I’ll not be unseen

Anymore

My feet are willing to travel

I’m not covered in gravel

There’s more

Ivor Steven (c) May 2018

G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as…

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Pushing Up Daisies 

Featured Image Above: Taken by, Derrick Knight, and reproduced here, with his generous permission.

The Above Photos, are of my courtyard’s Osteospermum’s (Daisies)



Pushing Up Daisies 


I am not crazy, nor am I lazy 

I am living in a foggy haze 

In the middle of this planetary maze 

Am I out of phase?  

When I say 

This world is a dying daisy 


I have abandoned my computer desk 

A messy digital mirage, so grotesque 

And searching the cosmos for a pink moon 

Away from this dizzy burlesque 


 

Am I out of phase? 

When I say 

That out there in the Milky Way

There is another pink moon 

Actively interested 

In growing yellow daisies 






Ivor Steven (c) January 2022