Category: Music

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

The Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts is the word: Retirement. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE . Although my poem below doesn’t mention ‘Retirement’ directly, I think my words may be read as a poem about living in later years of retirement…

A Box of Old Crayons

Sometimes I stared at an empty table

And wondered if I would ever be able

To turn the fading power back on

I was unsure about another swansong

But each time I became lost and wrong

I found another box of old crayons

And from here and there words did flow

Nurturing my dry mirages to regrow

Replenished by the thawing mountain snow

Nature’s river rejoined my ocean’s undertow

Again duplicating my life of highs and lows

Ivor Steven (c) March 2021

Release date for Issue I — Free Verse Revolution:

And I am very pleased to announce that my poem “Lost Within Uluru’s Dream-time Chasms” was selected to be published in FREE VERSE REVOLUTION’S very first Magazine, Issue 1: hebe (the fountain of youth) and I am looking forward to reading all the other writers entries next week. You can visit their latest promo updates by clicking on this link > Issue I: Deepti G. – Free Verse Revolution:



Lost Within Uluru’s Dream-time Chasms

The expedition’s camel train is leaving town

Even though the rain-spirits are thundering down

Undaunted they are travelling to the ancient rock

Where time was born before the sun-clock

At the sacred monolith created by nature’s gods

Eons before earth’s crawling arthropods

Now only ghostly moans echo from Uluru’s dream-time chasms

Warning intruders about the Fountain of Youth’s guardian assassins

The exhausted archaeologists were last seen probing deeper

Frantically seeking the lost treasure of mythology’s oldest sleeper

Ivor Steven (c) March 2021