Featured Image Above: “Our beginning, timeless as a dream.”
Invisible Me (a Senryu)
How to be yourself?
When your life is within an
unreachable dream
Ivor Steven (c) November 2025
Category: Emotions
Throwback Friday, It Was Time To Leave
Cousin Lynn and Robin with Mungo and Kelly
Cousin Maureen and doggies Z-Z and Co-Co
Cousin Penny, and then Dave, Penny, and Ivor
.
Here I am on a Jet Plane, somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. Therefore today’s Throwback Friday poem is a very appropriate finale piece, to coincide with my amazing adventures in Canada over the past 21 days.
.
It Was Time To Leave (Revised)
.
It’s time to tidy up my mess
Clean up the room and get dressed
It’s time to pack my suitcase
Fill the travel bag and vacate this place
It’s time to put on my famous rocker shoes
And walk away from this dream come true
It’s time to say heartfelt goodbyes
To these wonderful Canadian guys
It’s time for final hugs and kisses
Sad farewells and best wishes
It’s time for my usual emotional tears
Separate myself from these every day cheers
It’s time to flyaway from a land of berries and fairies
Leave this magical world of faraway families
It’s time to say a million thank you’s
For making my stay a Really Real great do
It’s time for me to travel back home
With glorious memories of this magical Astrodome
.
.
Ivor Steven (c) September 2025
Throwback Friday, Beyond Sunset
I found this poem that I first posted in February 2018. I hope you enjoy the re-run, and as is my way, I’ve made a few edits.
Beyond Sunset (Revised)
Gently, the dying moonlight awakens my dawn
And the baptizing sunrise waters my eyes
Drowning the silent hours of my shallow day
And dimming my hopes of playing in the hay
A hazy dusk shrouds the cemetery lawn
And the rituals of sunset beckon my evening plight
Flailing and falling upon sleepless night
And I lie prone under my weighted crown
Ivor Steven (c) July 2025
“Tonight, Hold Your Curtain Open”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine.
Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Tonight, Hold Your Curtain Open”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. …
To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/tonight-hold-your-curtain-open/
Until Eyes Hear Sound: is NOW Available From,
Lulu Books: https://www.lulu.com/shop/ivor-steven/until-eyes-hear-sound/paperback/product-jeev886.html?page=1&pageSize=4
Jaymah Press: https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/product-page/until-eyes-hear-sound
Tullawalla is Available From
Jaymah Press:https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com
Amazon: search via, ‘Tullawalla by Ivor Steven’
AND
Perceptions is Now Available via:
Amazon: https://amzn.asia/d/4yFHWrT
Jaymah Press: https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
OR: email me directly for a signed copy – ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven (c) May 2024
Who’s Listening (a Senryu)
My poetic response to Raquel’s thoughtful post >> https://lavidaraq.com/2024/03/28/pick-up-the-phone
Who’s Listening (a Senryu)
Looking at my phone
Hoping for that ringing tone
Feeling all alone
Until Eyes Hear Sound is NOW Available From,
Lulu Books: https://www.lulu.com/shop/ivor-steven/until-eyes-hear-sound/paperback/product-jeev886.html?page=1&pageSize=4
Jaymah Press: https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/product-page/until-eyes-hear-sound
Tullawalla is Available From
Jaymah Press:https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com
Amazon: search via, ‘Tullawalla by Ivor Steven’
AND
Perceptions is Now Available via:
Amazon: https://amzn.asia/d/4yFHWrT
Jaymah Press: https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
OR: email me directly for a signed copy – ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven (c) April 2024
White Stone (a Senryu)
Timeless white headstones
Guarding the ground of old souls
Loved ones’ final home
“Headstones”, Lyrics, Lake Of Tears
Past the forest of the flies of fire
Beyond the waters of shimmering tears
By a fire they stand
And they whisper my name
Now I seek upon the night
Small fragments of moonlight
Up the hill the headstones lie
Up the hill the reapers watching eye
Up the hill the headstones lie
Headstones…
In the circle of stones dressed in ivy
By the garden of the serene flowers
And the spirits are there
Whispering my name
Now I seek upon the night
Small fragments of moonlight
Up the hill the headstones lie
Up the hill the reapers watching eye
Up the hill the headstones lie
Headstones…
Ivor Steven (c) March 2024
Throwback Friday, Just a Call Away
A poem from my WP archives (March 2018), that I’ve tinkered with, and rehashed a number of times over the years. The original poem was written years before Carole passed (12 years ago), so the wording is quite ambiguous and introverted, and I’ll leave it up to your imaginations to interpret my thoughts …
Just A Call Away (Revised #2)
Waiting, when is she to summon me
Pondering what might have been
Writing to one and all, a finale
Pen to paper, wanting her to see
How I survived the Tasman Sea
While searching for her freedom tree
Wondering if it’s a selfish sin
To wear my second skin
Under an invisible coat of tin
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
In Response, I Say
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge, is the word; Single … please visit their wonderful site by clicking on >> Here …
My poem below is a “singular”(private), message of sympathy to a friend on WordPress
In Response, I Say
As my tears pass by
I caress my salty eyes
It could be the humid weather
Or the gentle touch of a quill’s feather
No matter, life, brings us together
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Throwback Friday, A Distant Ship (Revised)
Hello dear readers and followers, here’s a re-posting of a poem I wrote in September 2017, and as is my way I have revised the piece for today’s Throwback Friday article.
A Distant Ship (Revised)
Am I afraid, or am I being slowly discouraged.
Dismayed by the emptiness in my wavering heart.
Am I consumed, or am I being bodily starved.
Eaten by the cells of my inner sentiments.
Am I senseless, or have I been possessed.
Devoured by the recess of my lonely soul.
Am I swimming backstroke behind a distant love-boat.
Drowning in the wake of the passing recovery vessel.
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
Phenomenal Anomaly
Featured Image Above: by Enrique from Pixabay
Over at Moonwashed Musings, Eugi’s Weekly Prompt is: Phenomenons … and for Weekly Prompts the Wednesday Challenge is: Coincidence …
To visit Sue & Gerry’s fabulous site, please click on >> Here
My poem “Phenomenal Anomaly” coincides with both of the “Prompts”
Phenomenal Anomaly
Every new day’s
A spectacle
This morning
The spring sunshine
Extols
My every phenomenal stride
Every living moment’s
A miracle
This afternoon
I am going to follow the sun
To my friend’s funeral
And extol
His every phenomenal stride
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 