Dedication
This book is dedicated to my late wife Carole
Spiralling
I look
upwards
there
on spiralling
warm air
a white petal
fluttering
like a dove
between
here and there
hovering
on a cloud of love
there
waving
from above
my angel
forever
faithful
I wave
“oh, my love,
aren’t you tired yet?”
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
This is one of my ranting/protesting poems, where the world’s weird ways and woes are vividly pictured in my dreams/nightmares … (June 2019) … Or maybe my ‘Alien Back Pain’ has me angry and grumpy, and I am just desperate for some interplanetary respite.
My Alien Eyes Have Seen Enough
I’m scattering stardust, upon sorrow and grace
Tip toeing through a desert of dying tulips
Before my species vacate this miserable place
Blasting away from here, in my Itmims* spaceship
Flying back into the depths of dark space
To regenerate and revive, from this trying trip
Sadly, we gathered nothing of any value
From this warring human race
Their radioactive sky, was once bright blue
Vast oceans are full of their own waste
They breathe thin air made of sticky glue
And the earth they walk on, is a garbage tip disgrace
Their concrete graveyards, are the warlords database
Women and children, dead, casualties of religious lunatics
My alien eyes have seen enough, I’m leaving without a trace
Political gamer’s never learn, they’re still reusing old septic ice-picks
Ivor Steven (c) June 2019
Another repost while I am laying down with my sore back … written when I had my third stroke, and I was laying in hospital 31st January 2019 …
Apologies to my readers and followers for not blogging and responding to your articles with my usual zest, my debilitating back pain doesn’t allow me to sit at my computer … hopefully the situation will improve soon.
Wall of Thorns (a Haiku)
My bed of roses
Is scaling a wall of thorns
Perpetually
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Another older poem from February 2021, while I am slowly recovering from my painful back soreness…
The Lighthouse
I am afloat
In between
Here and there
Am I lost?
My ship clock
Is a sundial
Using the moon
To reflect on time
I hear the waves
Pounding white hooves
A heavy sound
Of many moods
Is the sea growing wider?
Is the light glowing brighter?
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2021
A poem about a painful procedure I had a few years ago … sadly my back pain today is feeling very similar 🤗🌏
Pain and Tears
I was curled up like a baby
Exposing my arched back
Firstly an aching anesthetic needle
Then a probing harpoon
They were digging deep beneath
I was gritting my teeth
They had missed the spot
Hitting bone, not forgiving or soft
I screamed in pain
My tears poured like rain
Finally the probe was extracted
And with another injection of anesthetic
A second probing spear
The next failure I did fear
I’m biting that imaginary bullet
My tears poured like rain
They pulled out the rod again
One more go, they deemed
Is the procedure a bad dream
More anesthetic went in
Followed by that probing rod
Relief, they find the core’s spot
The spinal fluid is drained
Happily, my tears stopped again
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2019
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem“A Weloming Roar”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/a-welcoming-roar/
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
A poem from early in year, while I am here laid up in bed with a sore back
Day One
Before Day One
I wished upon a star
That the milk-bar
Was not too far away
My life’s bread was crumbling
My weathered hands were funmbling
Witnessing the last supper was humbling
Day One
There, beyond the darkness
Out in the universe
From a million light-years away
Under an alien’s microscopic frame
We would all look the same
After Day One
I wished for the dust to settle
Then waited for rusted gunmetal
To mature into household kettles
Whistling hallelujah to new sunflower petals
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
Hobbling along
A tear sodden path
I stumble
Beneath heavy morning clouds
Shaken
I feel the shadow
Of her unfortunate life
Pass over me
From beyond the atmosphere
Of this disheartening world
Out there, somewhere
In our universe
Her eternal star
Somehow, right now
Illuminates my soul
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
(Tonight I completed the manuscript for my new book “Perceptions”)
Oh well, the editing and correction process is always ongoing, for the Tired and Weathered Poet
A Tired and Weathered Poet
my writing world
wearily worrys
while wisdom
wistfully wonders
what wizardry waits
within wayward walls
where wrinkled words
wrathfully wound
a tired and weathered poet
The Wednesday challenge from Weekly Prompts is: CYCLING … please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … My poem today is a “Repost” from January 7th 2019, and some of my followers may remember my hectic rehab’ time after my stroke in early December. I had to get myself fit enough to fly to New York by April 24th …
Well here it is Thursday evening in Geelong, 10.55pm, and I’m editing my new book “Perceptions” again … oh well that’s “the undertow of life”
Yorkie, Against the Undertow
I’m seated on my silver bike, called Yorkie
Pedalling slow and steadily
I’m not actually moving
But I am dreaming
Thinking of places I could be
Visualising what I might see
If I can keep pushing
I’ll end up with a Qantas cushion
I know the year is new and early
But I’m feeling unfit and unworldly
There’s a long way for my body to go
There’s no turning back, despite the undertow
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
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