Dreams – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Throwback Friday, Dragons and Faeries

Earlier today, my dragon returned to the page in Part 1 of My Dragon, The Tetralogy — a story of flight, memory, and the quiet ache of what might have been. For this week’s Throwback Friday poem, I’m revisiting a poem from May 2019 that carries the same creature into a different sky. It’s a dream‑journey through New York’s mythic corners, where dragons brush past torches, faeries linger in the trees, and hope rises from the ashes.
Below is the poem as I first wrote it — now gently punctuated, but still holding its original fire

Scenes from my 2019 wander through New York — the places where dragons, dreams, and Lennon’s whisper still linger.

This poem first appeared in my debut book Tullawalla, Chapter 3 — “Dragons, Wizards, Faeries, and a Spacecraft”, page 55.

Dragons and Faeries

My dragon flew me to New York,
His scaly tail was singed
by the stoic statue’s torch
as we were landing upon Central Park.

And in the city’s mystical forest I stood
among strawberry fields and woods.
Atop the plaque of my dreams,
I imagined how life should’ve been –
my naked soul, a vision unseen.

I have a dream, like John’s world:
Togetherness, love pristine,
the apple uneaten
and the snake shyly beaten.

I see peace, within evil’s tiredness,
burnt-out flames of the devil’s nakedness
leaving us life’s leftover ashes.
Then the peace dove shall arise from the ruins,
and the lost faeries will return as humans.

And as these memories rise through mist and music, the old dream leans in once more… imagine.

Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Perceptions:

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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 … and I can send you a PayPal invoice
for the Book, plus Postage.

Ivor Steven © October 2026

A Golden Bowtie

Feature Image : Created by Copilot and me — a wattlebird rising above a soft, cloud‑washed bridge in the sky. I sent my two photos (attached below) to my Copilot app and asked for an image of a wattlebird flying above a bridge in the sky. This is the result: a golden, dreamlike lift.

Today’s poem grew from a poetic anecdote I left on Nancy’s post last week — Suspended: A Sonnet – The Elephant’s Trunk
a moment of sky‑thinking that stayed with me.

A Golden Bowtie

Oh, to safely fly above
that peaceful bridge in the sky.
Like a worldwide dream —
a bowtie’s golden ribbon,
bandaging the stratosphere
together,
from here to Shanghai.

A quiet, drifting companion for the poem’s soft ascent.

Ivor Steven © September 2026

Blue Jay Ballet

And so the final arc of my rainbow trilogy rests here, carrying me gently into tomorrow.

Sunday arrives with a softer kind of clarity — rainbow light lingering after the night’s dream‑relay, a lone bird rising through the blue, and the moon keeping quiet watch above it all. After drifting between yesterday, tomorrow, and today, I find myself settling into the calm of the morning, letting its gentle hope unfold in its own time.

Blue Jay Ballet

Dreamtime is a relay
where thoughts have no say;
they inwardly sway
between yesterday,
tomorrow, and today –
they don’t go away.

Old windows don’t fray,
new doors are on delay
in different ways

Life’s calmness
paddles across the bay
Life’s quietness
shares my causeway
Life’s loneliness
is here to stay –
come what may

A gentle reminder that tomorrow still waits in the light — and so the sky carries me forward, come what may.

Ivor Steven © July 2026

Throwback Friday, Lost In Space

Penned in June 2020, now relaunched for Throwback Friday — a flight through memory and space, chasing love through the stars.

Two glimpses of flight — the bird and the moon — guiding the way toward her celestial star.

Lost In Space (Revised)

I’m leaving this land of lost grace
And flying off into space
It’s time to run away
My aircraft, Itmims, is leaving today

Love is a stowaway in the heart
And love needs a head start
Somewhere in this universe
There’s love waiting in her celestial purse

Let the music drift with you into the long dark, where love still finds its way.

Ivor Steven © June 2026

The Poet’s Secret Notebook

Before dawn settled, and after a sleepless night, these small doorways into a wandering mind found their way into my bedside notebook…

An unexpected sign on our walk home — a cheerful echo to the morning’s wandering thoughts

The Poet’s Secret Notebook

Turn the poet’s page
Feel his restless rage

Open secret doors
Hunger for more

Repair broken windows
Learn from nature’s crows

Your windows are not mirrors
Reflections are not the jurors’

Follow your dreams
Do not listen to machines

From secret pages to shifting strings, may the music carry the last of these wandering thoughts into your dreams

Ivor Steven © June 2026

An Unfathomable Mess

Born at 3 am on a scribble pad, when crumbs of musing refused to let me sleep.

An Unfathomable Mess

To near and far,
from inside a cookie jar,
I send my midnight scribbles.

I must confess,
I’ve delved so deep
into crumbled musings
and drowsy dribbles,
I’ll need to decompress
before I resurface
for a peep
at my unfathomable mess.

A gentle goodnight to follow my unfathomable mess.

Ivor Steven © March 2026

Where It All Began

Some mornings begin in silence, before memory fully wakes, and the hush before daylight becomes a bridge between darkness and light

And, For Sadje’s #Whatdoyousee #331 – 9 March 2026 – My ‘Poem’ closely represented Sadje’s first Image.

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Where It All Began

It was only six-twenty.
I could not remember
how my bowl became empty.

What is this strange condition?
Then I shifted the position
of my inner opposition
by refining the leftover light
from within the dark of night –
when silence suspends time –
into the musical sounds of rhyme.

Am I too late to catch the worm,
or beyond time’s sonic boom?
Is there still more to learn?

A Shadow From Above, or, In Retrospect

“A shadow becomes starlight—dreams tethered, then set free.”

“There’s a thin line that separates courage from stupidity. And that line is only visible in retrospect.” ~Benjamin Franklin.
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word Retrospect. To visit their fabulous site, click >> Here

A Shadow From Above, or, In Retrospect

I sensed a shadow fall from above,
Then I saw the image of a dove,
Transgress along my causeway.

Am I being led stealthily astray,
Or am I to follow my dreams into the hay?

Traverse my future’s highway,
Escape this meandering essay.
Loosen my tethering tourniquet.

I shall fly beyond the Milky Way –
In my ITMIMS open sleigh.
Where shadows dissolve into light,
And dreams take eternal flight.

* ITMIMS – Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space

Ivor Steven (c) December 2025

Tired, Wrinkled, and Wordless

Tired, Wrinkled, and Wordless

I’m too tired to wiggle my toes
And pack my wrinkled clothes
I’m wordless at the moment
My thoughts are on postponement

I twist and roll over
Music wiggles inside my head
My somersault of dreams
Wrinkles my bedspread
Upside down
Tiredness falls out of my seams
Words tumble around
Nameless titles and endless tunes abound

A new moon’s brewing
Singing the blues,
Over my empty town
I twist and roll over again
I’m back where I started,
I hear my angel humming, Hallelujah

Ivor Steven (c) August 2025

Beyond Mount Kosciuszko

Beyond Mount Kosciuszko

The timeless winter breeze
Is slowly defrosting me.

Quietly, through the misty silhouettes,
And from behind the fairy bushes,
I shall tentatively spread my wings
To find out if my shadows
Can fly high above the local meadows.

Once I am airborne,
I should be able to see Melbourne,
And from there – who knows how far
My dreams will go?

Beyond Mount Kosciuszko,
Across the Pacific Ocean,
Toward Vancouver and Nanaimo.

Ivor Steven (c) July 2025