Category: Peace

Waiting In Line

Please Note: The Idyll winery estate, located in the picturesque Moorabool Valley area, is only 15 km from my front door, and are well renowned for their award winner Cabernet Sauvignon blends … 2021 – New York International Wine Competition – Idyll Victoria Cabernet Sauvignon – Gold






Waiting In Line




lazing in a valley of vines

under the summer sunshine

with a bottle of Idyll wine 

drank in no time 

dandy and sublime 

heeds no rhyme

beyond an imaginary climb

along the river of time

that awaits a final line

after life’s closing pantomime






Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

A Courtyard Song




A Courtyard Song




The spring morn is crisp

Sun-rays cling onto my chest

Porridge and lemon-ginger tea

Refresh my sleepy soul

Courtyard flowers arouse my eyes

Music vibrates the air

With a piano tune from Ludovico Einaudi

And Frankie quietly watches on


I write a comment for Derrick

His home in England needs a plumber

Then I send a song to Susi in America

To compliment her lovely ‘Fall’ poem

Carolyn’s words enrich my heart

But she will need her tissues

When she plays the video/music song

Only 8.00 am, and my message box is full

And now, the old poet’s day begins





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Where to Now?

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – “Connector” – September 23, 2021, click on the link to visit her fabulous site . >> https://amanpan.com/2021/09/23/eugis-weekly-prompt-connector-sept-23-2021/




Where to Now?


Where do they hide? 

When the sea is at full-tide


What lays beyond the sand?

In foreign hands on distant lands 


Their long windy road is untraveled 

With trials of fear yet to be unravelled





Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021

Worlds Beyond Thoughts


My poem today is made from a list of comments that I have left on fellow ‘Bloggers’ sites, and in order of stanza appearance these are the writers sites for you to visit ..

Bart – https://bartbarkerpoet.com/
Sadje – https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/
Punam – https://paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com/
Sadje – https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/

Annette – https://aikalandros.com/
Dwight – https://rothpoetry.wordpress.com/
Michelle~M – https://herwritinghaven.com/
Catxman – https://catxman.wordpress.com/
Mark – https://havocandconsequence.wordpress.com/

Cindy – https://uniquelyfitblog.com/
Carol – https://therapybits.com/
Cassa – https://flickerofthoughts.com/
Windwhisperer – https://wildwindwhisperer.wordpress.com/



Worlds Beyond Thoughts



Laws are merely guide lines

For the arrows of love to climb

Mirror mirror on the wall 

Recalls our joys and falls 

Behind every mask there is a weathered face 

Behind every face old lines survive in place 

Behind every place memories live with grace 

Evil eyes lurk in veiled skies


The wisdom of native ancestors should be listened to

And not be lost to the modern ways this arrogant world

The way of modern progress

Is to leave nature shamefully undressed

Nature and renewal walk down the garden path hand in hand

I hear church bells ring 

I see the mouses die 

And the clouds always cry

Keep the cup full, turn the power on

And the answer will come   


Like a big jigsaw puzzle

Not all the pieces will fit back

And overall the world will look the same

I cannot dwell on what has been 

While I feel my blade of grass is alive and green

Above and beyond the crusty dirt 

The universe is a symphonic concert

They say that the truth hurts

Beware of cold desserts


.. 




Ivor Steven (c) September 14th 2021

Yes, They Know!

Yesterday I sent a comment to Suzanne’s article [The Fork in the Road – Mapping uncertainty (wordpress.com)], and my words were basically the same as my poem below …
Featured Image Above: Bing Images, Nine.com.au



Yes, They Know!


silently waiting

under our sacred Uluru

the ancient rock is ready to erupt


corporate bodies lie

governments lie

banks lie

religious leaders lie


and we the human race

blindly commit suicide

everyday we are damaging mother nature

the lifeblood of planet earth


greed is not a life giving seed

greed only makes the down trodden bleed

and continually queuing up for a feed

greed never listens

to our compassionate or humanitarian pleas


our dreams are being slowly strangled

by mysterious chemicals and noxious weeds

and we are drowning in mercury filled seas


you know what really “Bugs” me

that those despots, who own this stupid world

THEY KNOW

YES YOU KNOW AND I KNOW

THEY KNOW!





Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Horses for Courses

The world is a pool of people, some are sick, some are poor, some want more, and some are at war … The Featured Image Above: by Derrick Knight, and thank you to Derrick for letting me use his photo here …

Horses for Courses


there is something about the freedom of horses

beyond green pastures and steeple courses


there is something about the purity of life’s sources

from the snowy mountains down the river courses


there is something about the madness of wartime choices

beyond bloodstained lands of the killing forces


there is something about death’s silent voices

riding in wooden coffins down the hearse’s brief courses





Ivor Steven (c) May 2021

Flying Bricks

Featured ImageAbove: Gaza Strip border, Kibbutz Netiv Ha’Asara, Israel © Kai Wiendenhofer


Flying Bricks


There is a divisive brick wall

That stands harsh and tall

To stop people breaking their fall


Then the leaders in ivory towers

Ceased talking about peace and flowers

And hurled bricks into that sandy strip

One brick after another brick

Flew from one side to the other

Crashing innocent children and mothers


Flying bricks crumbling to dust

Creating dirty clouds of mistrust


The walls of Babylon fall again

As brick upon brick adds to the strain

Brick upon brick fills the bloody drains

Brick upon brick kills and maims







Ivor Steven (c) May 2021

A Line in the Sand (Revised)

Here I have revised yesterday’s poem ‘A Line in the Sand’ … by adding a stanza at the start, and a change to the final line … I’m not sure, but maybe the alterations are Ok…

A Line in the Sand (Revised)


Did you hear the latest hocus pocus?

About the world’s leaders lack of focus

And resembling old smokeless dragons

Can you sense the reloading of guns and cannons?


In my mind, I am searching for the olive tree

Please come walk with me

We will go to the seashore

And watch the dove’s soar


Hold my other hand

As I scribe a line in the sand


A message to the sky

Love and peace I decry

Will I receive an honest reply?

Or nothing, but more blind eyes?




Ivor Steven (c) April 2021