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
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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
Beyond Mount Kosciuszko
The timeless winter breeze
Is slowly defrosting me.
Quietly, through the misty silhouettes,
And from behind the fairy bushes,
I shall tentatively spread my wings
To find out if my shadows
Can fly high above the local meadows.
Once I am airborne,
I should be able to see Melbourne,
And from there – who knows how far
My dreams will go?
Beyond Mount Kosciuszko,
Across the Pacific Ocean,
Toward Vancouver and Nanaimo.
Ivor Steven (c) July 2025
A Story Untold
Winter has been blatantly bold.
My wings are crusty and cold.
However, they are not feeling too old
To fly away from the fold,
And land upon a distant threshold
My safety scaffold
Has been put on hold.
Then, I wisely paroled
My Traveller’s blindfold,
And, as foretold,
Today, I became re-enrolled
To resume my story untold.
Ivor Steven (c) July 2025
A Green, Blue, and Grey Dome
From the womb to the tomb,
And beyond the classroom to Khartoum,
I have been wearing a bridegroom’s
Worn-out costume.
Life’s blooms and heirlooms
Remain undeveloped in the shed’s darkroom,
Waiting for an awakening sonic boom
– Or, I could resume,
Using yesterday’s yard broom
To spruce up the vacant sun-room.
Ivor Steven (c) July 2025
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