Rivers of Love, is up at Spillwords Magazine

I am ecstatic that during this month of personal remembrance for me, to have my special poem/Tanka, “Rivers of Love” published at Spillwords Magazine today, and I am very grateful to the editor Dagmara for accepting my piece .. Pease go and visit my poem at Spillwords and if you wish, leave a 💗 for my article, by clicking on this link >> https://spillwords.com/rivers-of-love/



Rivers Of Love (a Tanka, with an introduction quote)
Written by, Ivor Steven

How many rivers of tears must I cry. Before all the deepest wells run dry”Ivor Steven, May 2012


The hail’s coldness stings
An old wind pierces my eyes
As yesterdays tears
Etch raw ravines in my cheeks
Her rivers of love run deep






Ivor Steven (c) April 2022

Icy, (a Haiku)

The Featured Image above, contains my words and some thoughts about the art of how I write poetry. A big thank you to “Coffee House Writers” for posting the article on their Instagram, and Facebook, sites … https://www.instagram.com/coffeehousewriters3/
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Icy. (a Haiku)


A decade has gone
 
Since that icy day in May
  
Loneliness is cold 







Ivor Steven (c) April 2022

Right or Wrong, It’s Your Song (Revised)

Today I read these incredible words on Colleen Brown’s “The Chatter Blog” site.

“Tho’ my voice maybe tuneless
Don’t discount my song
My song sings emotion – pitch perfect” … Faherty Brown

Here is the link to Colleen’s article >
https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2022/01/05/my-soul-sings/

And after reading her beautiful quote … a poem that I wrote back in May 2018, now appears to be more meaningful than what I originally thought my words were about.



Right or Wrong, It’s Your Song (Revised)


Who knows the words to your song

Who sings in tune to your song

Who is to say a song is right

Or a song is wrong


It is not their song

It is not my song

It is your song



Right or wrong

And we we all here for the same song

Let us all sing the song






Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

An Emerald Tapestry

  “Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” ― Leonard Cohen
Featured Image Above: taken from the lookout at the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe, overling the emerald valley …

An Emerald Tapestry


I resumed living last decade

Narrowly surviving gravities finality

Now, I lean against my tower’s balustrade

That overlooks an emerald valley


Echoing from my castle’s balcony

I hear Leonard Cohen’s words about life’s pagentry

Outlining the spiritual tapestry

Of commonality, morality, and vitality





Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Intertwined

“After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – I have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains.” ― Walt Whitman


Intertwined


Why are we deaf and blind?

How can we be so silently unkind?

Nature is not our kitchen to be redesign


Mother Earth is our holy shrine

Our one and only protective rind

All we need, is her love intertwined



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Featured Image: Forest Garden, Mt Dandenong, Victoria, by Greg Brave

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Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021

Unnamed; Maybe ?…. Beyond A Blue Sky……… Or…….. Goodbye Blue Sky…..

I’m quite baffled as to what title I should give my little poem below. The “Weekly Word Prompt” for this week is : Baffling << Click on Baffling. I’ve a few baffling ideas, but nothing that I’m happy with, maybe you wonderful readers could come up with a suitable Title,  ??

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Ivor Steven (c)  2019

My Sunday Quotes

Breathe

Breathing slowly, is the key

The calm, opens doors

Fresh air, flows through

Feel love, within you

Reality

Who needs reality

The world is a dying fantasy

Welcome to my dream world

Come with me, have a twirl

Siblings

Sibling love is strong

Through right and wrong

A Cold Soul

The mending of one’s soul

Only time thaws the cold

Theft

The timing is perfect

I’ve nothing to expect

Of what’s left

After life’s grand theft

Love Words

To write a true love poem

You let your heart ink the words

 

Hunters & Collectors Lyrics

“True Believers”
I know your face, I’ve seen it before
A faded memory, a voice through the door
Tell me your name – are you friend or foe?
A star-crossed lover with nowhere to go

True believer you’re an open book
The stalls are empty everywhere you look
So long to a night well spent
You can’t remember where the money all went

You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers

Let’s go dancing in our Sunday clothes
Let’s raise a glass to the life we chose
Can’t believe after all these years
You’re still laughing – it brings me to tears

Sinking slowly – the champagne flowed
I was a child up until you showed
Don’t be ashamed – let there be no regrets
For the nights of madness we can’t forget

You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers

Tell me your name – I’ll keep you in mind
A true heart is the hardest to find
I know your face – I’ve seen it before
A faded memory at the nightclub door

You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers

You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers

True Believers

True Believers

True Believers

True Believers

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

Quote #5, And, Quote #6

            “The sound of nature

            the voice of our future

              rings loud and clear

the Symphony of life we need to hear”       

– Ivor Steven

 

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 ” Where there is nature, there is life

       without nature there is no life”             

– Ivor Steven

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018