Category: Music

The week that was

Five days of contrast

Excitement on Monday and Tuesday

With live YouTube interviews

Exhileration on Wednesday

With the launch of my book

Profound sadness on Thursday

With the funeral of a close mate

Joy and happiness on Friday

With the seventieth birthday party

Of a long time friend

The cycle of life ’til the end

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

My new book “Tullawalla”, has been released and to order the book, here are the links

Barnes and Noble..  Tullawalla by Ivor Steven, Kerri Costello, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com) 

Amazon..  Amazon.com: Tullawalla eBook: Steven, Ivor, Costello, Kerri, Harris, patricia: Books 

www.books2read.com/Tullawalla




After the Party

I’m wallowing here at my desk 

feeling spent and exhausted 

and I hear the day’s echo’s resounding 

as my pulse rate is pounding 

and like a fish out of water I’m floundering 

flipping, thrashing, and blundering

I’m waiting here, beached and pondering 

what is to become of my words that are slumbering 

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

You have to be skillfully quick

To catch sight of the wily wind

Gone, in the flicker of a candle wick

The wind is here and gone in the blink of an eye

A crafter blaster, invisible and streamlined

We stoically lean against the air’s ghostly tricks

And blindly await the haunting to be reassigned

The wind is here and gone in the blink of an eye

Ivor Steven (c) March 2021

My downhill roll has begun

I am slowly drifting away from the sun

There is no one around to ring the bell

To signify this old fighter needs a spell

My corner is about to throw the towel in

As my leftover blood turns the colour of sin

I hope my life has not been in vain

After traversing those decades of pain

As now I am able to bath in the soothing rain

Cleansing myself before I float on Noah’s Ark again

Ivor Steven (c) March 2021

I often wonder and ponder

About the truthfulness of our future

Will the changing winds

Of tomorrow stay kind

Will the narrowing tunnel of light

Fade over time and fall out of sight

I have no answers to the storms thrust

I have no answers to those of flaky mistrust

I see pure oceans covered in white rust

I saw my riverbed of pure sand turn into stardust

Ivor Steven (c) March 2021

I rest quietly near the edge

Upon my peaceful little wedge

And in a doorway’s opening hinge

I see a brightness beyond the fringe

Illuminating my horizon’s promised forest

And I hear a hallelujah chorus

Am I dreaming my dearest?

Or is this a mirage of yesterday’s florist

Ivor Steven (c) March 2021

For every word

There is a breathe

In every breathe

Hurt and love dwell

Exhale hate

Inhale hope

See beyond the telescope

Hear that ringing bell

The universe is one living cell

An embryo’s brittle eggshell

Ivor Steven (c) March 2021