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.

For a While


The poem “For a While” is a refurbished repost from July 1st, last week. I had mistakenly published the poem out of my drafts file without attaching the accompanying images, and music/video …




For a While

I felt her soft hands
for a while
I saw her sweet smile
for a while
She departed this isle
But I still have her sundial






Ivor Steven (c) July 2025

“Carry No Thing” … Syml, Lyrics

Where do we go when the last one falls?
When the sky goes dark and the siren calls
And there ain’t no hope to be had at all
I will carry no thing but my love for you

I figure we got ’bout a hundred days
With the good supplies and the money we saved
But a time to move’s no time to waste
I will carry no thing but my love for you

There will always be a last day for me
When it calls my name, I will answer true
All the good and the bad, I will let it be
And I will carry no thing but my love for you

Where do we run when the levees burst
And an angry god has quenched his thirst?
A storm for the ages, hell on earth
I will carry no thing but my love for you

There will always be a last day for me
When it calls my name, I will answer true
All the good and the bad, I will let it be
And I will carry no thing but my love for you

All the good and the bad, I will let it be
And I will carry no thing but my love for you

Where do we go when the trumpets sound?
When the last day comes and it leaves no doubt
Like some lost gold, leave me underground
I will carry no thing but my love for you
I will carry no thing but my love for you

Beyond the Mirror




Beyond the Mirror


I thought the sky
Had fallen down
There, in a ground puddle
I saw the silvery moon
Looking up at me

And then I saw the universe
In a blade of grass







.


Until Eyes Hear Sound

Lulu Books >>  Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)



Perceptions:

Amazon >>  Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >>  Perceptions (lulu.com)



Tullawalla:

Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books


OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com


Ivor Steven © July 2025

Shadows and Tuxedos


Over at Weekly Prompts, this weekend is their monthly Colour Challenge, and for July, they selected the colours Black & White. To visit their fabulous site, please click / Here.




Shadows and Tuxedos

Flying low
Under the sun’s winter glow
My faithful shadow
Tiptoes across the meadow

I’m no crouching commando
Nor a flashy flamenco
I’m just an old Romeo
Flying low
In his tuxedo





Ivor Steven (c) July 2025

Not to be Misread






Not to be Misread


Rocks in my head
Rocks sit without a sound
Rocks, not to be misread

Shadows hit the ground
Shadows sit without a sound
Shadows, not to be misread






.


Until Eyes Hear Sound

Lulu Books >>  Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)



Perceptions:

Amazon >>  Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >>  Perceptions (lulu.com)



Tullawalla:

Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books


OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com


Ivor Steven © July 2025

Hope


Hope, today, and the new plant in 2017.

Hope, Philodendron selloum (Balinese Dream), has been a member of my courtyard’s fernery area for 8 years, and as you can see, the plant has large, wavy-edged, elephant ear leaves. Today, the fern stands at five feet tall and is covering a large portion of the fernery, and it’s time for “Hope” to have a trim.





Ivor Steven (c) July 2025

Throwback Friday, The Odds and Ends, I Send

Today’s Throwback Friday is from February 2023. The poem was created from anecdotes that I had written and sent to my fellow bloggers’ sites, as replies to their articles/poems.
In order of stanza appearance below,
– V.J. > https://vjknutson.org/
– Kate > https://aroused.blog/
– Beth > https://ididnthavemyglasseson.com/



The Odds and Ends, I send



Our head reaches for the clouds 
But our heart forgets to speak aloud

We are all little fish in a big sea 
Swimming below the atmosphere 
Created by nature’s life-giving trees

Not all rocks 
Are not just rocks 
Some old rocks 
When you study their socks 
And listen to their knees knock 
They “Have rocked around the clock”







.


Until Eyes Hear Sound

Lulu Books >>  Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)|



Perceptions:

Amazon >>  Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >>  Perceptions (lulu.com)



Tullawalla:

Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books


OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com



Ivor Steven © July 2025

I’m Like Dad (a Senryu)

“When your father’s name is etched in stone, it is never as indelible as the etching in your heart” … Colleen Brown


Alex Steven (Dad), February 5th, 1924 – July 3rd, 2015




I’m Like Dad (a Senryu)

Sometimes I am sad
But I am not mad or bad
My heart’s just like Dad’s






Ivor Steven (c) July 3rd, 2025