Frankie enjoyed his walkies along the banks of the Barwon River yesterday.






Ivor Steven (c) October 2025
Frankie enjoyed his walkies along the banks of the Barwon River yesterday.






Ivor Steven (c) October 2025





Blowin’ in the Wind (a Haiku by Frankie)
Back where I belong
Here on windy hill, Geelong
Where long ears blow wrong
Ivor Steven (c) October 2925



Home sweet home for Frankie
Ivor Steven (c) September 2025






Frankie is “Nine” today, and he has been my owner for exactly 4 years.
Ivor Steven (c) July 2025



My iPad Cushion
In the mornings
I like to lie in bed
And use my iPad
I sit up with pillows
Behind my back
And I have a rolled-up white towel
That I use as an iPad cushion
And Frankie usually sleeps on my feet
However, on this cold winter morning
Frankie decided to snuggle up closer
Which enabled me to rest the iPad
On his white, fluffy head
Without even a blink of an eye lid
He was simply happy to be near me
Ivor Steven © June 2025





My Winter Haircut (a Haiku by Frankie)
“Haircut time Frankie”
“Hey boss, it’s zero outside
Winter is still here”
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
This morning’s walkies photos …








Oh, and Frankie, of course …


Ivor Steven (c) April 2025



It’s Too Hot to Trot (a Haiku by Frankie)
“This is far enough
I’m too hot to trot further
It’s time for my groom”

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Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Perceptions:
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Tullawalla:
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ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven (c) February 2025



Over at Weekly Prompts, the Colour Challenge for February is Green. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here.
Hmmm, no green words in my poem, but there was a showy “Green” succulent plant under the cafe’s verandah
“We Were the Last Mohicans”
Saturday at the Cafe
It’s not as hot as Helios
But the mid-summer sun
Is flexing his Solar Plexus
I’m sweating
And Frankie is panting
The open verandah is shady
With an occasional zephyr
Wafting over our table
Refreshing enough
To keep us comfortable
Pleasant enough
To allow me the energy
To write these casual words
Mid-afternoon
The cafe’s patrons
Are gradually departing
And we are the last Mohicans

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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
Ivor Steven (c) February 2025


It’s My Bed Too! (a Tanka, written by Frankie)
Did you hear his spray?
“That Frankie has a bear’s share
of his here and there
whatever way he chooses
to lie his sleepy body”

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Until Eyes Hear Sound
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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 (c) January 2025Posted