Category: Memories

Reading On Deck And Ashore

Another poem from my Pacific Ocean cruise in April 2018. Actually this piece is not on my web/blog site, so I am thrilled to be posting this old poem here today




Reading On Deck And Ashore


I am in a poolside recliner

reading Brendan Ryan’s book

observing fellow passengers

strolling the pool deck

some bustle along

others meander by

gazing around and carefree

they all smile and say Hi

Penelope and her mother Dianne

stop for a chat

we agree, a nice place to sit

meet friends and relax


we are in port at Lifou Island

tenders take us ashore

I have Robert Okaji’s book in hand

to read while laying on pure white sand

the air is warm and humid

a pleasant sea-breeze

caresses my brow

another sunny day on the beach






Ivor Steven (c) April 2022

Cheeky Magpie

Hello readers, over the last few weeks, my blog site has been very hectic, and I have also been kept busy with my commitments at “Go Do Go Cafe”, and “Coffee House Writers” sites. … After sleeping all afternoon, I think I need a break from writing “A Poem A Day” … so today I’m reposting this quaint poem from October 2017.


Cheeky Magpie



A glorious sunny Sunday

Plenty of time for a walk today

Lily prances and plays

“Let’s go now” she says

And of course she talks !!

That’s what we do on our walks

Off to the local countryside cafe

For me, a Brandy & Almond cake and coffee

And you Lily, can quietly sniff around

Wander the shopowner’s grounds

So serene here, sitting on the bower patio

Trees, flowers and birds on show

Then a cheeky Magpie stops by

Lily barks, but cleverly the bird stays high

Atop the coffee-table, crumbs to try

A delicious feast, and off he fly’s

Lily gives him a parting yelp, and we leave

Our pleasant afternoon’s reprieve







Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

Any Afternoon


Mid afternoon

Here in my empty room

Between unruffled sheets

With the curtains drawn


I remember our matinee’s

Of laughter and soft sighs

You would tickle my feet

As I caressed your naked thighs


Tomorrow afternoon

There in my lonely room

Between unruffled sheets

The curtain falls at my feet







Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Words to You

I wrote to you

You wrote to me



Your words turned to scrawl

Eyes began to call

A crack crept down the wall

You stood on the rubble so tall


We let the dust settle

Heated up the Kettle

Had a cuppa and a silent chat

Light flows back, through the crack


Words were our pearls

Writing is my world






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022