Category: Music

The misty dawn sky

Awakes to a human cry

And another day again sighs

Asking who’s left on this sty?

Where viruses thrive

Like wasps in a hive

Doing their aggressive jive

Dancing upon who’s left alive

Leaving a deadly sting

On every apron string

No matter who’s left waiting

Who’ll be left to do the colouring-in?

Who’ll be left to do the highland fling?

Who’ll be left to breathe the new oxygen?

Ivor Steven (c) August 2020

This Saturday the Weekend Challenge from “Weekly Prompts”  is Reflections. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . And here’s my poem in response to their prompt.

Mirror, Mirror, Who’s Next to Fall



The magic mirror is fractured

My reflection’s distorted

Warped and scattered

I’m cracked and unstructured



How can I recapture my image

And remodel my smile on a ruptured grimace

Am I to go on suffering from this virus wreckage

Another seven years of covid’s viral messages

Ivor Steven (c) August 2020

A sleeping beauty in her nightwear

Pure honesty lived in our home atmosphere

Her truth breathed, the air we shared



Hiding behind white silent doors

They tried to take her from our shores

By nailing her bed to a hospital floor

They heard my stoic voice roar



I told them, they wouldn’t win

“And watch out!! Don’t throw her in

you’ll surely regret your foolish sin

be warned, she’s Circe the Siren”




When I held her sweetness

I believe I touched greatness

And achieved weightlessness

Ivor Steven (c)

Looking down, I saw a garden bed

Looking closer, beyond the bordering edge

There were glossy emerald leaves

And blooms of springtime violets



Looking up, I saw a misty sky

Looking closer, beyond the sky’s diameter

There were twilight’s glassy stars

And dreams of celestial olive eyes

Ivor Steven (c) August 2020

Stumbling out of the ocean

With one eye half open

The other eye half closed

My vision turned cross eyed



I saw only dark skies

And many dirty pig sties

Take the Savior’s pill they said

And leave empty eye-drops for the dead

Ivor Steven (c) August 2020.

During the blustery tempest light night

The wolves were howling with fright

And the arctic winds blew and blew

But the raging storm did not phase you

Even though your footings were open and bare

Skinless bones exposed to the cold air

Yet still you steadfastly resist the blizzards’ abuse

Defiant and strong, no matter what the news

Valiantly nurturing your mother-tree with true colours

And then daringly feeding your sisters and brothers

Ivor Steven (c) August 2020

The witty city ones

Don’t get to see all of the sun

They rant and grimace during the day

At night you’ll hear them cry and bay

Their barks are worse than their bites

If they saw the white wolf they’d get a fright

The icing has melted on their cakes

And run off with their dirty plates

Behind masks mesmerised eyes blankly stare

At the city’s empty streets and lonely chairs

There’s too many people in the same boat

This ancient raft’s struggling to stay afloat

There’s not enough life-jackets for the crowd

Some will drown, others will stand proud

Ivor Steven (c) 2020

The Wednesday Challenge WORD on the Weekly Prompts site is PATIENCE. To visit their fabulous site please click >> Here Here’s my response to the prompt

The Old Song Went Wrong

I’m as patient as the moon’s sand

But some things I’ll never understand

My list is too long …

I’ve too many old songs

Melodies played out wrong

Why do I have to stay strong?

I don’t like this new song

My words of reality don’t belong

And ancient honesty has gone


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Ivor Steven (c) August 2020

Hello dear readers and followers. During these days of lockdown, I’ve been preparing and typing madly, to produce my Nineteenth Tullawalla Poetry Booklet….. For new readers that don’t know about these booklets, they are basically the reason why I write poetry. I produce the booklets for the sole purpose of raising funds for my favourite charity organisation, the MS Society, in Australia via the MS Charity Shop here in Geelong. And actually all money’s I receive for any of my poetry .via, submissions, I donate to the MS Society…. I’m proud to announce, that the sale of my “Tullawalla Booklets”, have now gone pass $1300.00, … to all the lovely readers, who have donated, to help achieve such a wonderful amount, a big heartfelt thank you, from “us” and the MS Society … …..Amazingly, there is now a total of “779 poems”, in my collection/series of 19 Tullawalla Booklets. This booklet is finally completed, and ready for sale now !! As always, they are available for purchase, either as a hard copy or a PDF format….. All proceeds go to the MS Charity Shop, here in Geelong West….. Please contact me here through my website page and I can chat about arrangements from there…. Oh, the booklet is called “Tullawalla: “Ocean Spirit”… …. And here is the link to my website >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com

Ivor Steven (c) August 2020