Author: ivor20

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 a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

Heart Beats. Anthology of Poetry

Announcing: Heart Beats Anthology of Poetry  Coming Soon

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Prolific Pulse Press LLC is an author-friendly Publisher. We are passionate about helping writers from all walks of life reach their creative dreams and achieve literary success.

Thank you to Lisa Tomey, of ‘Prolific Pulse’ for publishing this wonderful anthology of love and happiness, and I am thrilled to have 3 of my poems included in the “Heart Beats” anthology, … Clear Blue Jar (above photo), Downhill Run, and, A Festival

“Heart Beats is an anthology of poetry about the various aspects of what makes us tick or makes a heart-beat. This is about love, life, happiness, anything that makes life more joyful or tolerable.​

Let’s face it. These are tough times and there have been many events in 2020 which have many of us shaking our heads. People who were once friends have gone their separate ways. Some are soul searching, examining life more closely as time has leant more for this.

Heart Beats is about working through and maybe even overcoming these challenges. It is about what brings smiles to our faces or, at least, in our hearts. Heart Beats is about life, ups and down and in-betweens and how different points of view merge into one beautiful collection of poetic works.

​Inviting poets from the world to participate, made this project even more meaningful. We are a world of people and the poetry community has become more culturally diverse. This is largely due to the pandemic as people are interacting virtually more than before.” – Lisa Tomey





Ivor Steven (c) March 2021

Roller Blades

My downhill roll has begun

I am slowly drifting away from the sun


There is no one around to ring the bell

To signify this old fighter needs a spell

My corner is about to throw the towel in

As my leftover blood turns the colour of sin


I hope my life has not been in vain

After traversing those decades of pain

As now I am able to bath in the soothing rain

Cleansing myself before I float on Noah’s Ark again





Ivor Steven (c) March 2021

Storms of White Rust



I often wonder and ponder

About the truthfulness of our future

Will the changing winds

Of tomorrow stay kind

Will the narrowing tunnel of light

Fade over time and fall out of sight


I have no answers to the storms thrust

I have no answers to those of flaky mistrust

I see pure oceans covered in white rust

I saw my riverbed of pure sand turn into stardust





Ivor Steven (c) March 2021

Promote Yourself Monday, March 15, 2021

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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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.

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Issue I: available for download

Issue I: hebe (the fountain of youth) is now available for download!

Get your copy of our first issue here.

Our issues are free to download but if you wish to donate in receipt of your copy, you can use the Donate page. Currently, donations are used to pay for the domain and for the editor’s time and work.

I am pleased to share the first issue of Free Verse Revolution: A literary magazine
My poem ‘Lost Within Uluru’s Dreams-time Chasms’ is on page 51, of this fascinating anthology, a collection of intriguing poems that are well worth reading…





Ivor Steven (c) March 2021

A Box of Old Crayons

The Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts is the word: Retirement. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE . Although my poem below doesn’t mention ‘Retirement’ directly, I think my words may be read as a poem about living in later years of retirement…

A Box of Old Crayons


Sometimes I stared at an empty table

And wondered if I would ever be able

To turn the fading power back on

I was unsure about another swansong

But each time I became lost and wrong

I found another box of old crayons

And from here and there words did flow

Nurturing my dry mirages to regrow

Replenished by the thawing mountain snow

Nature’s river rejoined my ocean’s undertow

Again duplicating my life of highs and lows





Ivor Steven (c) March 2021

Violets and a Purple Cyclamen


This Saturday the Weekend Challenge from ‘Weekly Prompts’ is March’s colour,  Purple. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here. My photos and the below poem is my response to their ‘Monthly Colour Challenge’.



Violets and a Purple Cyclamen



My morning courtyard is aglow

Below the garden’s colourful shadows

Of a newly blooming purple cyclamen

And the forever flowering bougainvillea


They are my sentinels for her hanging basket

Our wedding flower of Drooping Violets

Casting forever memories upon my writing booklet





Ivor Steven (c) March 2021