Poems – Page 17 – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

A Butterfly’s Heart

The Featured Image above is a photo of the Birthday Card that I received today from a dear friend who lives in Selangor (Malaysia), which is on the Equator.

A Butterfly’s Heart

Part I, Heart to Heart

An equatorial butterfly
Landed softly in my hand
Sat upon my sleeve
And looked at me inquiringly
“We need to have a heart-to-heart chat”
Then said
“I’m here to regenerate your wings.
Join me in the sky, and follow your dreams
before tomorrow’s dust, waves you goodbye”

Part II, Dreams of the Heart

I cannot walk the continents
Like the intrepid Marco Polo
But my feet have felt the sands of time
Pass between my toes

I have not sailed the high seas
Like the courageous Christopher Columbus
But my body has bathed
In an ocean full of kind hearts

I’m yet to fly in space
Like the brave Neil Armstrong
But I have reached for the stars
And touched my soul’s dreams

Ivor Steven (c) July 2025

Foreshadowing (a Rhyming Haiku)

Foreshadowing (a Rhyming Haiku)

Shadows come and go
The moon watches every show
From here to Moscow

Ivor Steven (c) July 2025

“Now Falls Into Then”, is in this week’s Coffee House Writers Magazine edition.

Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Now Falls Into Then” is in this week’s edition. …
To read the poem, please click the link below to visit my Coffee House Writers Magazine article.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/now-falls-into-then/

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

Winter Flowers (a Tanka)

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is Intoxicating. To visit their fabulous site, please click HERE

Winter Flowers (a Tanka)

Striving for sunlight
Winter blooms know how to catch
And absorb the warmth
From the cloudless icy sky
Without waiting for springtime

The Sigur Rós song “Með Suð Í Eyrum”—which translates to “With a Buzz in Our Ears”—is a poetic and emotionally charged exploration of sensory overload, communal struggle, and the quiet persistence of life’s deeper rhythms.

Ivor Steven (c) July 2025

Our White Knight (a Micro Poem)

Today’s poem is a verse/comment I posted on Beth’s (I Didn’t Have My Glasses On) article on Thursday.
>> https://ididnthavemyglasseson.com/2025/07/10/we-need-new-knights-but-without-swords-dejan-stojanovic/

Our White Knight (a Micro Poem)

Delightful moonlight
Morning, day, and night
Timid and bright
Our wistful White Knight

Ivor Steven (c) July 2025

Throwback Friday, Silence and Shyness

Today’s Throwback Friday poem was “my debut poem for Coffee House Writers Magazine,” published on July 13th, 2021. So, I have now been a writer with the Magazine for 4 years, which means I have had over 100 poems published in the Coffee House Writers Magazine.
>> Ivor Steven, Author at Coffee House Writers
The poem also appears in my third book, Until Eyes Hear Sound, Chapter 1, Little Creatures and Birds.

Silence and Shyness

I hear the digital clock’s shyness
My unruffled day feels timeless
Alone and listening to the silence
Of the muzzled arctic breeze
A quiet zephyr’s foreboding freeze

I hear the garden snail’s widow
Sliding up the kitchen window
Her silvery trail grates and slithers
Along the cold pane’s dirty rivers

I hear an earthworm digging
His defiant endeavors are deafening
Blindly shoveling the muddy ground
A dark burrow where he cannot be found

Ivor Steven (c) July 2025

Throwback Friday, Silence and Shyness

I hear the digital clock’s shyness
My unruffled day feels timeless
Alone and listening to the silence
Of the muzzled arctic breeze
A quiet zephyr’s foreboding freeze

I hear the garden snail’s widow
Sliding up the kitchen window
Her silvery trail grates and slithers
Along the cold pane’s dirty rivers

I hear an earthworm digging
His defiant endeavors are deafening
Blindly shoveling the muddy ground
A dark burrow where he cannot be found

Ivor Steven (c) July 2025

For a While

The poem “For a While” is a refurbished repost from July 1st, last week. I had mistakenly published the poem out of my drafts file without attaching the accompanying images, and music/video …

For a While

I felt her soft hands
for a while
I saw her sweet smile
for a while
She departed this isle
But I still have her sundial

Ivor Steven (c) July 2025

“Carry No Thing” … Syml, Lyrics

Where do we go when the last one falls?
When the sky goes dark and the siren calls
And there ain’t no hope to be had at all
I will carry no thing but my love for you

I figure we got ’bout a hundred days
With the good supplies and the money we saved
But a time to move’s no time to waste
I will carry no thing but my love for you

There will always be a last day for me
When it calls my name, I will answer true
All the good and the bad, I will let it be
And I will carry no thing but my love for you

Where do we run when the levees burst
And an angry god has quenched his thirst?
A storm for the ages, hell on earth
I will carry no thing but my love for you

There will always be a last day for me
When it calls my name, I will answer true
All the good and the bad, I will let it be
And I will carry no thing but my love for you

All the good and the bad, I will let it be
And I will carry no thing but my love for you

Where do we go when the trumpets sound?
When the last day comes and it leaves no doubt
Like some lost gold, leave me underground
I will carry no thing but my love for you
I will carry no thing but my love for you

Riding on the Moon (a Tanka)

Riding on the Moon (a Tanka)

Surfing through the clouds
Like a tumbling white beach ball
The afternoon moon
Catches the fresh ocean breeze
And rolls toward the night sky