Category: Music

Another Nineteen Steps to the Top

Here’s a poem I wrote in February 2020, and our world is still needing more “Love”

Another Nineteen Steps to the Top


On a mountain top

I am a rock

A timeless clock

A window into nature’s lock

Understanding the life of trees

I share the knowledge within me

Be sunrise, or sunset of my disdain

My emotions of standing here in the rain

Flood the burning trees of my pain

Life will always be, pain or love

Our journey’s are ordained from above

Pain tests the depth of my love

Strength within my soul, is carried by my dove

Eternal is the saga of, pain and love

We never really owned it

We forgot how to extol it

We could not wear it

We’re naked without it

We need to restart, and resubmit

Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020

Upon The Highest Mountain. Lyrics, by ‘Lake of Tears’

I still dream of the mountains, where I used to be a king
King of all the outer realms, how I wish to return…

“Welcome back, my son, I have waited for a long time
Waited for the king to return, I have something to show you
Upon the highest mountain, way up by the horizon
Lies an ancient path, the path of the gods…”

I’ve climbed the mountains high
And walked among the clouds
I’ve reached the outer realms
Seen past the fields of wild-grown flowers

“Seek the opening of sanguine painted clouds
Carried gently upon caressing winds
There by the boundaries of seldom broken lines
Lies the way…”

These sanguine clouds I saw
Appear the heaven’s shore
Swept by the woken wind
Stray in the garden of tranquillity

“See through the many eyes of the dragonfly
Hear the flowers bloom in early spring
And see the lines of life untouched by time
Upon the way…”

All the stars are yours to hold
in your hands
All the stars are yours to share
with those there

Faerie choirs sing
And gently flap their wings
And by this creek so small
Gathered slowly, drinking unicorns

“Stray pilgrim, god to be
Stray wanderer, all these realms belong to thee”
“Stray pilgrim, god to be
Stray wanderer, all these realms belong to thee”
Small creatures coming near
Then turn to disappear
All while the faeries sing
Ode to waters, ode to the winds

“Stray pilgrim, god to be
Stray wanderer, all these realms belong to thee”

The path of the gods…

Silence in the Fog

My key is low and unopened

My sea has been a rough ocean

My year could be right or wrong

My dreams are in this year’s theme song

And on those dark foggy days

When I cannot clearly see the way

Unsure but steadily I shall walk on through

To see beyond the fog, where my sky is still blue

I am to be always thankful

That I didn’t lose myself under life’s waterfall

I am to be always honest with myself

And not expect too much from my old bookshelf




Ivor Steven (c) January 2021

A White Wall, Whiter Than White (Re-whitewashed)

This Weekend on Weekly Prompts, it’s their first Colour Challenge of 2021 and appropriately they have chosen the colour: White. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here. My poem is a “Re-Whitewash from 2 years ago..

A White Wall, Whiter Than White

I’m lying here in my white-walled bedroom

My body’s been feeling white-hot

The white ceiling fan is cooling me down

Laying under only white sheets

Covering my white skin

This is not the White House

I don’t lie that much

I’ve not white false hair

So my white halo stays on

Without looking like a silly clown

Outside, my great side wall is white

The back courtyard is safe and secure

No non-whites can’t get in or out

Unless they desperately needed to

The great backyard wall

May be easily scaled

With a sturdy white ladder

I’m trumped, here in Australia

Walls don’t even keep out the flies

I’ve been reading my history books

The white walls built in the past

They have never lasted

Over they climbed

Or under they crawled

The walls were eaten by dust mites

Resilient as a feather duster

And pulled down by liberators, in disdain and shame

Ivor Steve (c)  2019

Let The Past Be Gone (Revised)

“Happiness is letting go of what you think your life is supposed to be like and enjoying it for everything that it is” — Mandy Hale


Let The Past Be Gone (Revised)


The end of December, and January is near

The bell tolls louder and how perennially I jeer

Those same old questions and no answers every year

Annually dismayed as old dawns disappear

Let the past be gone, now that today’s here

Let the future come, as I face tomorrows haunting fears

Last years sins have been but not totally gone

The new year’s about to begin, could be right or wrong

Next year’s eeriely hovering and I anxiously worry far too long

Knowingly waiting for my angels mourning song

“Let the past be gone.” declared todays final word

Let the future come, but tomorrow’s crying, I heard!



Ivor Steven (c) January 1st 2021

Today Brings Tomorrow (Revised)

I am a seventy year-old writer

Another new day has arisen

A new year’s ahead

A new beginning is born

Life could turn for the worse

Below loose rocks and tired verse

Or life could improve to be better

Accruing love letters and joining the jet-setters

I have weeks to grow wiser and stronger

I have months to ponder about my book of wonder

This new year I have gained a publishing sponsor

For my words I have written in her honour 



Ivor Steven (c) December 2020

Christmas Pudding and Pavlova


Dreaming of midnight rainbows

Illuminating the night’s rowdy crows

And I am hearing a tune of fat raindrops

Splashing upon my iron rooftop

Softly landing like pieces of strawberry pavlova

Gently followed by slices of Christmas pudding

Smothered in warm custard and cream

Then I see my sweet tooth faerie

Conducting the Nutcracker Pantomime

Where their symphony and my illusions combine


Ivor Steven (c) December 2020


Afternoon Moonbeams


Afternoon Moonbeams



time beckons

second after second

years fly by

over sea and sky

love gleams

between moonbeams and sunbeams

love thrives

from beehive to beehive

life rebounds

in leaps and bounds



Ivor Steven (c) December 2020

Lisa Hannigan Lyrics

“Fall”

Hide your horses, hold your tongue
Hang the rich and spare the young
Who drain the spirits from the jars
Hop the fences, steal the cars
Run on fumes and from the north
And burn for us right through the fall

All the ladies call your name
Brush your hair like it could be tamed
Hitch their dresses past the knees
Spilling to the floor like ease
They swing the bridges one and more
And burn for us right through the fall

All our running ahead, all our running ahead
All our running ahead, all our running ahead

And we’ll seize the captain’s wheel
A mutiny we’ve come to feel
When will their aiming’s gone from view
With everything we thought to do
Oh, the devil won’t have me
I wonder who will, I wonder who will
All our running is a crawl
And burns for us right through the fall

All our running ahead, all our running ahead
All our running ahead, all our running ahead
All our running, all our running
All our running, all our running