Walking in the rain
Wearing water-logged boots
I am dodging millipedes
And hopping over puddles
With the footpath crickets
I see a universe above the sky
As the liquid clouds
Drop their weight
Upon my empty hands
Filling them with verses
Of memories and rhymes
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
My Pacific cruise was coming to an end in April 2018 and this was the last poem that I wrote during my cruise, as I recalled photographing the “Eleven Sunrises” of the cruise.
Eleven Shades of Ocean Sunrises
the ocean’s sunrise
my daily prize
evoked my gaze
like a glitzy floor-dance
Mother natures
star performer
her razzle and dazzle
upon morning sea drizzle
reflections of colour
her horizon of vigour
purity defined
a royal skyline
endless over time
eleven days she was mine
Originally posted by Ivor Steven (c) April 2018
“As a poet, sometimes we confuse ourselves, Trying to create ashes, instead of fire ” – Loenard Cohen
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Sharpen Those Pencils
I like to write with a HB lead pencil
I enjoy the earthy feel of wood in my fingers
And the soft touch of carbon upon paper
During sharpening time, my mind ponders
About the origins of those timber shavings
And the history behind the carbon slithers
These tiny trival objects all evoke thoughts
Then the thoughts instigate words in my mind
And simply like that, my writing process begins
I never retire without my note-pad nearby
And a lead pencil as my trusty writing scribe
Sometimes heavy, other times light
A necessary sword to fight off a dark night
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Wandering over shadowless ground
Did you notice too?
The clouds loomed darker this morning
And their bleakness was edging closer
Have they lost their way too?
Did you notice?
The birds sounded sadder this morning
They were not singing their awakening tunes
Actually! Where have all the birds gone
Have they fled from home too?
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Please Mr Shootin’ Putin
Do not roll your tanks of destruction
Over the innocent Mr & Mrs Millipede
Millipedes were the earliest animals to breathe air
And make the move from water to land
They date back 428 million years
Now people of the world cannot hold back their tears
Did you know Mr Shootin’ Putin
That Millipedes are fairly timid critters
Docile decomposers that live in the leaf litter
Of forests all over the world!
They aren’t flashy or fast
And they follow the motto
“Slow and steady wins the race”
Millipedes are peaceful
They don’t bite
They can’t sting
And they don’t have pincers to fight back
Please Mr Shootin’ Putin
Do not roll your tanks of destruction
Over the innocence of creation
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
In the misty rain
Remembering heavy clouds
Loaded full of tears
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
I am not here to wait
For the world to finally rotate
Time for me is getting late
I am here to watch the grand parade
Eventually pass by my front gate
One day soon
After the next purple moon
Illuminates our children’s fearful tears
I will see those grandiose leaders
Calmly sit down together
On the peaceful banks
Of Lake Connewarre*
Connewarre; an Aboriginal word meaning ‘black swan’
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
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During the month of February, my stunning Day Lily begins to bloom, and my poem today was originally written in February 2018
Day Lily and Love
Upon my pillow I sleep
Good morning, I do peek
From the cushion of my dreams
To my garden’s radiating beams
Blushing red hues, oh so bright
You bloom during the night
After cuddling the dew
You open up your scenic view
Flowering, standing proud and steep
Perfection at my feet
A glorious Lily, like wings of a dove
And by sunlight, you air your love
Ivor Steven (c) February 2018
Today I am presenting another poem that I wrote while attending a “Writing Circle” Zoom meeting on Sunday morning, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous on-line “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link
>> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/
A Hard Floor
Storms rush in, then go
High seas and undertows
My chaotic fears on show
Before the final covering snow
I will sit and hibernate
Here on a hard floor
While wintry months
Await the thaw
Only to find the exit door
Opens onto another hard floor
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Today’s poem is one that I wrote while attending a “Writing Circle” meeting, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous on-line “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link
>> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/
Logically, I Am Here
Nonsense and logic
What is the difference?
In our world today
A forest breeze
Caresses my senses
Like flowering gum-trees
Free up my defenses
I love nonsense
Is it my best sense?
My most creative sense
Is it my good mood sense?
Free of commonsense
And government expense
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
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