Today, I became a 74-year-old plumber, and when I came home, I tried to be a 74-year-old poet, with a “Blue Screen Computer”. Without going into the gory details, I had a lot more fun being a 74-year-old plumber.
Beyond Sight (a Haiku)
Good morning sunrise
I soak in daylight’s caress
Until eyes hear sound
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Hello dear readers and followers, unfortunately, I have to report that my dreaded “BLUE SCREEN CURSE” has returned, and with frustrating difficulty, I have been able to post this article tonight; however, as for my website blogging activities, I am very much restricted by the amount of available time I have left in between my numerous ‘Mirco Soft Shut Downs’ … Hence, the Beluga Lagoon music/video, “Blue” is my appropriate music choice tonight …
My Sky’s Icons (a Tanka)
The moon and the sun
My heavenly universe
For now, beyond reach
“Patience, my son, worry not
One day soon, your time will come.”
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Over at Weekly Prompts, this weekend is their monthly Colour Challenge, and they selected the colour BROWN. To visit their fabulous site, please click HERE.
A big thank you to, Nancy for being the source of my inspiration for this poem
https://theelephantstrunk.org/2025/08/01/the-shells-2/
An Old Snail Shell (a Tanka)
Rusty and earthen,
I supported her burden.
I was no Spartan,
And asked for no one’s pardon-
I’m a bygone guardian.
Beluga Lagoon, The Snail, Lyrics
Pain, no really for me
Some will suffer far more than I will but then we’ll all be still some day
A snail, I’m a snail on the sea
And so slowly I sink to the deep as I try to remember peace
Lions and tigers and beggars and bears
They all live today and they all will decay
The world and the folk and the things you could see
And I swim in the gloom in a room where I struggle to breathe
Where I struggle to breathe
Where I struggle to breathе
Streetlights, gold on cold
Like a beacon
In my sort of soul
Grows so old now the cold
Kills my bonеs
Kills my bones
Kills my bones
Kills my bones
Kills my bones
Graveyards make me calm
I don’t know why
Deepest kind of dreaming
Caribbean coastline
Clear blue water
Clear blue water
Clear blue water
Clear blue water
Clear blue water
Clear blue water
Clear blue water
Clear blue water
Clear blue water
Clear blue water
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Wrapped in Snowflakes
Today, I received a gift,
Wrapped in snowflakes.
White and fluffy on the outside,
And warm-hearted on the inside
The blessed offering
Consoled my soul
Like a white chocolate-covered strawberry
Delicately smooth and delightfully sweet
Ivor Steven (c) July 2025
Frankie is “Nine” today, and he has been my owner for exactly 4 years.
Ivor Steven (c) July 2025
Today’s poem is one of my anecdotes/poetic comments that I posted on a fellow writer’s (Claudia) site yesterday.
Claudia, >> This Generation! – Humoring the Goddess
Please Note: the ‘Blue Screen Error’ problem has been a recurring issue for over 2 months, and has been constantly hindering my ability to manage my website, and subsequently, I have not been able to do much reciprocal ‘blogging’ lately. But finally, today (with fingers crossed), the “Micro Soft Error” has been resolved
Blue Screen Blues
I’m an old Baby Boomer
With a “Blue Screen Computer”
Things were getting gloomier
But despite the vicious rumors
I have kept my sense of humor
And now I’m a roomier consumer
.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
Lulu Books >> Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)
Perceptions:
Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >> Perceptions (lulu.com)
Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven © July 2025
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “I Hear Words” is in this week’s edition. …
Please Note: Today’s poem is one of my verses, composed of comments I posted on some of my fellow WordPress writers’ articles during the month. In stanza order, they are.
* Mark, >> NEVER BE HERE – Havoc and Consequence
* Nancy, >> https://theelephantstrunk.org/
* David, >> W/reck, or: W/reckless – The Skeptic’s Kaddish 🇮🇱
* Eugi, >> https://amanpan.com/2025/07/09/let-the-sunshine-in/
* Paul, >> The Way – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon | parallax
To read the poem, please click the link below to visit my Coffee House Writers Magazine article.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/i-hear-words/
Ivor Steven (c) July 2025
Ivor Steven (c) July 2025
A Fire That Burns in the Cold
From behind the trees,
And out of the grasses,
We cannot stop the fire
-That burning desire-
From soaring higher,
Higher than the entire
Starry, starry choir.
So, best we inquire
To the Almighty Supplier:
“Will there be a ceasefire
at the top of your golden spire?”
.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
Lulu Books >> Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)
Perceptions:
Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >> Perceptions (lulu.com)
Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven © July 2025
Over at Weekly Prompts, it’s the last weekend of the month, and it’s time for the One Day Prompt. To visit their fabulous site, please click HERE
Black and Grey (a Tu-aiku)
The sky’s black and grey
And the heavy weeping clouds
Know it is their day
Between the raindrops
Cold air makes open eyes cry
And sealed lips turn blue
Ivor Steven (c) July 2025
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