Strong Undertows, 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 “Strong Undertows” 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/strong-undertows/

Strong Undertows

Time hears no command

The sky is our blue grandstand

Overseeing oceans and lands

As the sun warms our silent clock hands


The seasons come and go

Springtime melts the snow

Nature’s seeds germinate and grow

And our rivers of life continue to flow


Has mankind become a pantomime show?

And Forgotten to ask the owls and crows

How to fly through?

The bad years of strong undertows

Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

That Old Familiar Fireplace

The year faltered and stumbled by

After Santa’s last reindeer traveled the sky

Months of ‘covid’ blocked all roads to Rome

That prevented families from going home

When the festive season did arrive

Finally there were real hugs and high fives

Rejoicing among warm hearts and smiling faces

Standing cozily beside those old familiar fireplaces

Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

Future Skies (a Tanka)

Featured Image Above; and the two images below, are photos from Derrick Knight’s recent post “Pool Patterns”, and you may visit his article by clicking on this link
>> https://derrickjknight.com/2021/12/16/pool-patterns/

Pool Patterns


Future Skies




An old graceful world 

Shimmers upon mirrored pond 

Timeless images 

Nature’s blameless history 

Awaits future smogless skies 





Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

Christmas Lights

Season’s greetings to all my “WordPress Friends and Followers”

Featured Image: Geelong Floating Xmas Tree-2 | Russell Charters | Flickr

Today on Weekly Prompts the Wednesday challenge is: CHRISTMAS DINNER. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. .. and my poem ‘Christmas Lights’ is in response to their prompt …


Christmas Lights


A year of standing alone

Without the normal crowd

Talking to no one

Silence was far too loud


Shut in and locked down

Disinfected and scoured


Months of writer’s cramps

An elbow’s old nerve soured

Numbness travels to hand

Dumbness seemed to be allowed


December’s faltering days

Turned into Christmas lights

And a New Year causeway

Seems to be within sight






Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

New Mushrooms, by Ivor Steven

I’m thrilled to announce that a second poem of mine “New Mushrooms” was also selected by the Red Wolf Journal for their up-coming 2022 Spring Edition Anthology, a sincere thank you to the editor Irene for accepting my poem.

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Red Wolf Journal

New Mushrooms
by Ivor Steven

After the storm
Old boundaries were transformed
Fences were moved and torn
Fields smelled of rotting corn
Patient vultures remained airborne
Above the drowning longhorn’s

After the storm
I rested under the peppercorn
And I saw new mushrooms rise with the dawn

Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, and has been writing for 20 years. He is a member of Geelong Writer Inc (Australia), a team member with the on-line blog-site ‘Go Dog Go Cafe (America), and is a writer for the Coffee House Writers Magazine (America).

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Cracks in the Dome

Today I read a brilliant poem over on David Redpath’s fabulous site, and I thoroughly recommend that you read his outstanding piece, by clicking on this link >>https://highwaybloggery.com/2021/11/17/welcome-to-the-placebo-dome/

The below poem, is made up from the two comments that I placed on David’s site today.


Cracks In The Dome



I can hear bells ringing from the Placebo Dome

Through the cracks in my wall here at home

And still they are singing the same old anthem

Hollow words of charming wit and blunt sarcasm

Resonating from the dysfunctional meetings in Glasgow

Declaring they have saved the planet from a deadly afterglow




Absurdly, far too ironic

In a town so green and iconic

With their faces all aglow

Ashamed they were too slow

Because there’s not enough dough

Although

The world continues to produce live ammo





Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Pink Moon


My “Moon” poems have been shining for 10 days now, and today “Pink Moon” is the final poem in my series of “Moon Poems”, which coincides with Holloween tonight …And this piece I wrote in April this year..

Pink Moon




Beyond the shimmering sand

And a comforting hand

A gracious spirit is in command

Wandering along life’s deviations

Are not treasonous reactions

A change of mindset to the left of centre

May create a mystical adventure

Tonight there shines a super-moon

Bring a bowl, cream, and spoon

And share in the sweetness of pink moonbeams

That revive lost souls and sanction forgotten dreams





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

I Feel The Sky, (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 “I Feel The Sky”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine.  … please click on the link below and visit my poem at Coffee House Writers … and let me know what you think of my poem, and I would appreciate your support over at my new venture as a writer on CHW…
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/i-feel-the-sky/


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I Feel The Sky
“Ivor takes us beyond quarantine and refreshes our eyes to the world around us.”


I Feel the Sky


I am creating a verse from beyond my cage

Here, surrounded by the essence of a new age

Spring blossom floating on a sea of loose pages

Soaring on the wings of yesterday’s paper darts




I was finding words in unusual places

On dirty microwave plates

Under shaggy-pile carpets

Between last night’s lonely sheets

And walking down empty streets


Inside the Box Office Cafe, I sit

Observing the world below my feet

An old wooden floor of weathered planks

And table bases made from engine cranks


On the open verandah I can feel the sky

And I write on the blank skyline

About today’s invisible freedom, before my ink runs dry





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021