Feature Image Above: Longstitch Craftwork by Carole Steven.
Dreaming in a Dream (a Tanka)
You were in my dream
I was dreaming in a dream
Sailing a calm sea
Floating on a warm current
Adrift in your universe
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Feature Image Above: Longstitch Craftwork by Carole Steven.
Dreaming in a Dream (a Tanka)
You were in my dream
I was dreaming in a dream
Sailing a calm sea
Floating on a warm current
Adrift in your universe
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Featured Image Above: Taken by, Derrick Knight, and reproduced here, with his generous permission.


The Above Photos, are of my courtyard’s Osteospermum’s (Daisies)
Pushing Up Daisies
I am not crazy, nor am I lazy
I am living in a foggy haze
In the middle of this planetary maze
Am I out of phase?
When I say
This world is a dying daisy
I have abandoned my computer desk
A messy digital mirage, so grotesque
And searching the cosmos for a pink moon
Away from this dizzy burlesque
Am I out of phase?
When I say
That out there in the Milky Way
There is another pink moon
Actively interested
In growing yellow daisies
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Today was my first day as ‘Host’ of the “Sprints” segment over on Coffee House Writers Magazine, which I shall be doing three evenings a week, and during the initial 20 minute sprint session, I wrote this appropriate piece …
Sprinting
Here I am, at my age!
Awkwardly sprinting
Writing quickly into a twenty minute page
Adrenaline pumping
Dribbling words into an empty rain gauge
Heartbeat racing
Thoughts are flying out of an unlocked cage
Calmly panicking
Between memories of love and hidden rage
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Under lock and key
The past can not be opened
Lunar history
Locked inside the universe
Beyond the stars of freedom
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
The Wednesday Challenge from “Weekly Prompts is: QUIET . Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here. .. and the poem “Silent Moon” is my response their prompt
Silent Moon
Hello!
Is anybody out there?
Watching our universe
Spinning in reverse
Am I the only one in town?
Whirling around upside down
Hello!
Is anybody listening?
To our guiding star
Playing accoustic guitar
Or am I just a lonely old moon?
Waiting to be serenaded by a lunar tune
Resonating through the universe
Singing a hallelujah verse
Ivor Steven (c) November 2021
Hello dear readers and followers … amazingly, I have managed to produce my “Twenty Fifth Tullawalla” Poetry Booklet….. For new readers that don’t know about these booklets, they are basically the reason why I write poetry. I produce these ‘home-printed’ booklets for the sole purpose of raising funds for my favourite charity organisation, the MS Society, in Australia via the MS Charity Shop here in Geelong. And actually all money’s I receive for any of my poetry .via, submissions, I donate to the MS Society…. I’m proud to announce, that the sale of my “Tullawalla Booklets”, have now gone pass $1500.00, … to all the lovely readers, who have donated, to help achieve such a wonderful amount, a big heartfelt thank you, from “us” and the MS Society … …..Incredibly, there is now a total of “1062 poems”, Yep over “A Thousand Poems” in my collection/series of “25” Tullawalla Booklets. After 2 months, this booklet is finally completed, and ready for sale now !! As always, they are available for purchase, either as a hard copy ‘Booklet’, or a PDF format….. All proceeds go to the MS Charity Shop, here in Geelong West….. Please contact me here through my website page and I can chat about arrangements from there…. Oh, the booklet is called “Tullawalla, Linger Songs”… And here is the link to my website >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com


Lingering Songs
sometimes I wished
for love to linger longer
other times I wished
my soul was stronger
old love lingers on
within lullaby songs
is my heart right or wrong?
sometimes when the music plays on and on
I hear my angel humming along
Ivor Steven (c) November 1st 2021
Hi readers and followers, today I am re-posting another “Moon”poem, but here in this introspective piece (March 2021), the moon seems to be slipping away from me …
A Slithery Moon
Sunday softy sings
Undone on the wind
For a drowning underling
Tiredness creeps in
Church bells ring
For more silent writings
Numbness drops a teaspoon
Eyes close for the afternoon
Awaiting a slithery moon
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
Featured Image Above: “A Tree-house for Mystical Faeries”(My Title for the photo), taken by, Derrick Knight, and reproduced here with his permission, and again, thank you to Derrick for his kindness and continued support of my poems. Link for Derrick Knight’s site; > https://derrickjknight.com/author/derrickjknight/




Did You Hear The Full Moon Sing?
Yesterday, spring arrived
Last night, a full moon ignited the sky
Today, warmth arose from the earth
Everywhere I walked
Nature stood there bountiful and proud
Everywhere I looked
Nature displayed her colourful shrouds
I saw a glossy black pony
Glowing in the paddock moonlight
And a garden of purple flowers
Bouncing in the sunlight
I saw tree-house sanctuaries
Homes for mystical faeries
And hollowed out logs
Comfy beds for spiders and frogs
Tonight, nature’s mockingbird will sing a lullaby
Tomorrow, the universe will hear no lie or alibi
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
Featured Image Above: A big thank you to Derrick Knight for allowing me to use his magnificent ‘Sunset’ photo … see his link attached below …
Today’s poem is a combination of three, haiku/ukiah/haiku, that I made on, Colleen, Kate, and Derrick’s articles yesterday and today.
“Truth” (a Haiku for Colleen) https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2021/10/11/the-truth-is-yours/
“A Rainbow Dance” (a Ukiah for Kate) https://aroused.blog/2021/10/11/ukiah/
“Sunset” (a Haiku for Derrick) https://derrickjknight.com/2021/10/11/todays-hobbyhorses/
Is It True? “That Rainbows Dance At Sunset”
Your soul knows the truth
Within, feel the power grow
Live, breath, touch the flow
At the end of the rainbow
We shall dance and glow
On nature’s golden plateau
Blazing, the sky sinks
Sunset kisses everything
Fall’s finale crown
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
Here is a poem I wrote last year, and today I am posting the piece as my response to “Go Dog Go Cafe’s” Halloween-themed Prompt Challenge (Guest Submissions), and you are welcome to participate via this link … > https://godoggocafe.com/2021/10/01/halloween-themed-prompt-challenge-guest-submissions/
The Reincarnation of a Pumpkin
My locked bubble is about to go boom
A year I’ve been a stranger in my own tomb
Under a pumpkin lid, hiding my gloom
Where my world was a rotting cave of doom
Now these orange walls are my life-giving womb
Being reborn like a smiling old groom
I’m breaking away from the master’s dead blooms
Escaping on the green witch’s magical broom
Flying over the full moon of autumn
Where I’ll be able to wear my mask and costume
Hidden under my orange Kaftan from Khartoum
And I’ll invade the newsrooms, and all the children’s bedrooms
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020