A Festival

Weekly Prompts. Photo Prompt: Festival

During the last six years, I’ve attended numerous music festivals within the Geelong area and I was fortunate enough to also go to the world famous Port Fairy Folk Music Festival, in 2013, featuring, David Francey(with his band, Go Jane Go), Xavier Rudd, and Geoffrey Gurrumul, a music vidoe of his glorious singing below, you won’t believe how beautiful his voice is !! The featured image above is from the Geelong Jazz Festival on streets in the CBD.

 

IMG_0553IMG_2614

Above, From The Top, David Francey,(left side of stage) at Port Fairy Folk Music Festival 2013.  Next: Enjoying the festival, Ivor with Lyn, one of those dear friends of Carole, who were there with us throughout the whole journey. (we swapped hats for this pic)

IMG_0846IMG_0837IMG_0839IMG_1696

Above are pictures from the Geelong Motor City Music Festival, 2014 and 2015. From the Top,  Lloyd Spiegel, Claude Hay, my friends enjoying the show, Martin, Terry and Jacqui, and The Chris Wilson Blues Band .

Above two pictures are from our local Pako Festa, a multi-cultural festival held annually here in Geelong, a street parade, street stalls and displays and outdoor concerts. Left, pic Ivor with Niamh, My Irish friend’s Martin and Jacqui, daughter, 2013, she’s 18 months old, and the same little Niamh in 2016, yep she’s Ivor’s special little girl.

Here below a poem I wrote about my time at the Port Fairy Folk Music Festival, in March 2013, and the four day Festival was an event I shall always remember.

A Festival

 

A Festival, beside the sea

Musicians playing in the breeze

Song-catchers of sadness and glee

Open for everyone to see

 

A Festival, of warmth and love

Bound together within a community glove

Endless tunes, over and above

Gliding around like peaceful doves

 

A Festival, with friends in a cottage

Laughter, travelling through the village

Riding on a horse-drawn carriage

Singing out of tune, a broken homage

 

A Festival, rejoicing day and night

Eating and drinking on-site

The multitude happy and bright

Hovering under the stage lights

 

A Festival, a joyful blast

Memories always to last

The fun time went so fast

Holding hands on the grass

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

Creatures Of Wizardry

 

Weekly Prompts : Photo Challenge, Animals In Nature

This weeks Photo Challenge is about animals in nature, and I’m always fascinated by the mystical world of dragons, and that’s “My Dragon” in the featured image above, and also in the picture below, where I’m giving my friendly dragon a pat. You can read all about my dragon by clicking on this link >>    https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/09/23/my-dragon-the-trilogy-2/                                                                                           I know my dragon is very fond of the local swans residing nearby on Corio Bay.

 

There are readers of mine who would remember my Lizard Of Wizardry, Lizzy, who(it has been suggested) was the reincarnation of my little furry friend, Lily, and if you’d like to read about Lizzy the lizard, click on this link >>https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/11/07/lily-and-a-lizard-of-wizardry-2/

I do miss my little dog Lily, and we both enjoyed our walks to the lovely bush setting of the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe. Every now and then we would encounter a cheeky magpie on the Cafe’s outside patio area, and below, photos of the magpie and, lily proudly sitting in her wild natural habitat. I also wrote a poem about that cheeky magpie, click here on this link >>https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/10/15/cheeky-magpie/

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

Have A Say, Against The Next War

Let us join the movement, Against The Next War, and have a say. Please reblog or write your own story, and join Paul Sunstone, in the campaign for Peace.

A Mushroom Anthem

 

Why is there always a dark side,

When the moon shines so bright.

Who’s taking us on this blindfold ride,

While our reasoning is out of sight.

 

Why is there always a silver lining,

When the clouds are hovering so low.

Who’s making the lower world glowing,

While our malignant demons grow and grow.

 

Why do we call them magic mushrooms,

When all they bring is gloom and doom.

Who’s controlling this aging Mother,

While our pleading hands are hustled undercover.

 

Let There Be Peace In Our Time.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

 

A Morning Kiss

Photo Challenge Laundry Day

Yep a photo of my little laundry, untouched, on this sunny Sunday morning, and below, if I had done the washing, is a photo of my clothes line under my Verandah, my laundry day didn’t happen. My Saturday night’s over indulgence has developed into a Sunday morning hangover, and my dirty washing will be still there again on Monday !! Monday often becomes my laundry day……… and also below, a few words I wrote this morning instead of doing the washing, yes, definitely a lot more fun, and far more comforting for this self-inflicted headache of mine…….
A Morning Kiss
Your lips taste of warm honey
Sweetly delicious
Our kiss lusciously melts into one
Firmly moist
We lovingly smile, a honeymoon embrace
Divinely entwined
20180812_112811
And a pleasant Sunday morning song by Nick Cave.
Ivor Steven (c)  2018

My Rural Town

WEEKLY PROMPTS, PHOTO CHALLENGE

Our Photo Challenge is , Bucolic

I live on the out-skirts of Geelong, and the city is a reasonable size with a population of 240,000. But here I am, virtually on the town’s northwestern back fence, and only a dead-end dirt road is outside my front door.

The back fences of north-west Geelong                                   The dirt lane outside my home.

At the end of my dirt lane is a walking path that I use frequently. I can walk to my favourite coffee venue, The Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe, set in a rustic homestead with a beautiful view over the Moorabool River Valley. Attached link is a poem about the cafe.   https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/10/15/cheeky-magpie/

The view over the Moorabool Valley                                        Sunset along the walking path

The featured image at the beginning of the post is of our local mountain ranges, called the You-Yangs. Here the picture is taken from Geelong’s Eastern Park/Botanical Gardens, looking across Corio Bay towards the You-Yangs.

A Slide-show of pictures from around our City By The Bay

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Hold Me.

Take me to my home.

Home is where my heart is.

Home’s on that windy hill.

Above a secret valley.

Hovering, a heavenly cloud.

Take me to my home.

I’m waiting here alone.

All packed ready to go.

Vacating this old place.

Leaving this world behind.

Take me to my home.

The beyond will be greener.

I know you’ll be there.

You’ve been waiting so long.

I know you’ll hold me again.

Hold me in our home.

20180123_111307 (2)

Ivor Steven (c)  2018.