Pink Moon


Beyond the shimmering sand

And a comforting hand

A gracious spirit is in command


Wandering along life’s deviations

Are not treasonous reactions

A change of mindset to the left of centre

May create a mystical adventure


Tonight there shines a super-moon

Bring a bowl, cream, and spoon

And share in the sweetness of pink moonbeams

That revive lost souls and sanction forgotten dreams





Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

Chromatic Pulse

Today I visited the “The Hue and Cry collective” art exhibition, with paintings by 3 talented local Geelong artists, Jenna Kernaghan, Daniel Hunt, and Nelson Ruler. The theme of the exhibition was “Chromatic Phenomenon”, and the Lowercase Poetry members were encouraged to go along and be inspired to write an Ekphrastic poem about the paintings… I have attached some photos of paintings, and my resultant poem …






Chromatic Pulse




words are emotions

the emotions of love and pain

words are eye-drops

the eye-drops of sunshine and rain

words are blood

the blood in oceans and drains


words are aromas

the aromas of flowers and grains

words are watered sand

the watered sand of trees and plains

words are dreams

the dreams in stars and heavenly gains





Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

Patiently, I Am Waiting

Patience drifts around the clock

Patience floats in dry-dock

Patience hovers in transit

Patience belies my spirit


Patiently I walk

Patiently I talk

Patiently I listen

Patiently I have forgiven


Patience is the essence

Patience is my sentence

Patience is my burden

Patience is my warden


Patiently I wait

Patiently I update

Patiently I sleep

And alone I weep


Patiently I Compromise

Patiently I will arise

Patiently I mutate

Patiently I will gravitate

Patience commands my time

Patience is my crime





Ivor Steven (c) April 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

Brave Heart (Revised)

“In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.” –
Walt Whitman


Brave Heart

I always remember

The last time I saw the sun

I always remember

The last time I saw you run

Yesterday I remembered

The colour of your eyes

Yesterday I remembered

The colour of our brilliant sky

Today I remembered

The happiness in your smile

Today I remembered

The happiness of our every mile

Tomorrow I will remember

The final beat of your brave heart

Tomorrow I will remember

The unread pages of our lost charts





Ivor Steven (c) 17th April 2021

Gracious Lady (Revised)

Nine years ago today, I took my lady to the hospital for the last time, finality was on the way, and the day was her Birthday… and two weeks later, she gracefully passed away….

Gracious Lady


There is a lady on the horizon

Slender against the dusk

Sliding down with the sun

She vanished in the daytime

Hiding between the dawn

And the fading moon


A quiet and gracious lady

Who would relax on her old garden seat

There between her lily pond

And her faithful dog

Waiting graciously to be set free

Far beyond her flowering wattle tree


Forever glowing, my brightest light

Forever shining, on my darkest nights





Ivor Steven (c) April 17th 2021

The Villain In Me

The poker faced cameraman said cheese

I thought, “I will have swiss cheese please”

The starter said, “Get on your marks”

Secretly, I was ready to fart

The referee pointed and said, “Get off the pitch

I swore, “Not my fault the guy was a bitch”


The train conductor said, “Who pulled that emergency cord?”

As I speed down the corridor on my skateboard

The teacher said, “Who wrote that silly limerick on the blackboard?”

And I hid behind the brick wall listening to Pink Floyd

The grumpy lecturer said, “Who lit that smoke-bomb in the Library?”

I was last seen mischievously rescuing the principal’s secretary




Ivor Steven (c) April 2021