Poems – Page 20 – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Do Snails Have Toes?

Frosty meadows under the early morning moon

I am always thinking of the many seasons that have been, and those that are gone … Presently, I am thinking of the winter season ahead for ‘Theo the Tomato Tree’

Do Snails Have Toes?

Autumn recedes
nestles down
below the ground’s
leafy gown

Winter howls at the door
uninvited
frost clings to the chrome
toes cringe on the cold floor

Bed-sheets creak and groan
alone, I moan
icy teardrops
and salty snowflakes
do not stop

Spring waits
under the powdery snow
and I wonder
do snails have toes?

Ivor Steven (c) June 2025

A Darwin Orange Sunset

A Darwin Orange Sunset

Twilight’s
Burly orange sky
Bedazzled my eyes
When
The hessian horizon
And the sun’s waxing resin
Flung
Streams of yellow beams
Across the paddock’s
Furrowed seams

Golden ponds
Flooded
Over the meadow
But did not drown
The field’s residing
Scarecrow

The arbitrary warrior
Accepted the world’s
Rotary mirror
And innately smiles
About being a human’s
Privileged curator

Ivor Steven (c) June 2025

How, When and Why?

“As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.” ~ Carl Jung

Thank you to Gigi for her thought-evocative “Questions” article, >> https://gigisrantsandraves.wordpress.com/2025/06/12/questions-11/
which inspired me to write this questionable poetic response.

Mysterious Alien spacecraft trails in the morning sky

A healthy-looking Theo, after spending the frosty night under his beach umbrella

How, When, and Why?

Too many unanswerable questions for me
“They” say all life originated from the sea
But that doesn’t explain how we came to be

I’m here talking to Theo the Tomato Tree
About how he survived last night’s Jack Frosty
And we’re waiting for “those aliens” next corroboree

When will “They” mystically reprogram the story?
That mum told me about the birds and the bees
… Ivor’s uncorroborated theory!

Ivor Steven (c) June 2025

A Mother’s Sacred Shroud

Eugi’s Poem and Image

life in a fairytale world
blissed by cotton candy clouds
seemingly a safe harbor
reset optional

Moonwashed Musings Weekly Prompt >> Let one or more words in my poem be your inspiration.>>
https://amanpan.com/2025/06/10/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-june-10-2025/

A Mother’s Sacred Shroud

There is a narrow blue causeway
Below the evening’s wintry clouds
And twilight’s golden sunbeams
Are reaching outward
Like a Mother’s sacred shroud

I am feeling humble and proud
That Mother Nature’s grand projector
Allowed me to witness silently
Her ceremonious celestial splendor

Ivor Steven (c) June 2025

A Synchronized Dream

Micropoetry is an ultra-short form of poetry, typically under 25 words or 140 characters. It blends creative brevity with precise language, characterized by sharp imagery and emotional depth, while allowing diverse interpretations. My poem below is 24 words.

A Synchronized Dream (a Micropoem)

Today’s full moon
Caresses my eyes
And the sky’s new rainbow
Impresses me to realize
I need not apologize
For dreaming about
Tomorrow’s sunrise

Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Perceptions:

Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
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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 © June 2025

Colourful Anomalies

Geranium (Ruby), Bougainvillea (Jazzi), and Begonia (Dragon Wing Red)

Bromeliads, Billbergia nutan (Tears of Joy), and Neoregelia Medusa

Colourful Anomalies

I am pondering, like Rodin’s “The Thinker”
We are in the second week of winter
And here I perceive among my courtyard flowers
Several unseasonal anomalies
Maybe it’s because my garden is enclosed
And sheltered from winter’s winds and frosts
Whatever the reason, nature has been well-disposed
Toward my plant’s colourful displays
Of Geranium, Bougainvillea, Begonia, and Bromeliads

Ivor Steven (c) June 2025

Bold and Defiant

Bold and Defiant

On a fold of cold dirt
Between the concrete path
And its plastic edging
A small tomato seedling
Decided this was the spot to sprout

The plant has defied the odds
It’s winter, the ground is cold
And there is no plausible reason
For a seed to germinate, there

Well, I thought to myself
“You’ve come this far, so best
I give you a helping hand”

Carefully, I extracted the tiny plant
From the slim sliver of earth
And replanted the little fella
Into my sunny and secure planter box

Hopefully, the bold bush will survive
The wearisome winter season
And maybe I’ll have some tomatoes
For the Christmas dinner table

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 © June 2025

It’s Raining Cats and Dogs

It’s Raining Cats and Dogs

Mother Nature has spoken
The drought has broken

If it doesn’t rain, it pours
Towels at the bottom of the front door

The weatherman predicts
Seven days or more
From ‘Her’ bag of tricks

Ivor Steven (c) June 2025

Winter’s Rainbows (a Tanka)

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the monthly Colour Challenge, and for June, they selected the colour Blue. To visit their fabulous site, please click on Here
Today, my Tanka is about Rainbows, and there’s Blue in a rainbow

Winter’s Rainbows (a Tanka)

Autumn waves goodbye
Winter winds and gloomy skies
Inundate our eyes
Despite the icy, hard rain
Rainbows shine, and do not cry

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

Malcolm the Mouse

Malcolm, looking sad and slowly fading away. This morning’s replacement mouse

Malcolm the Mouse

Some sad news
Late last night
My mouse died

He’s not been well
This past month
His right side was fading away
And then his left side started failing too
“His lights were on
but nobody was home”

I rang my younger brother
“What should I do, mate?”
He said, “How old was he?”
“I think he was 13 years old”
“Oh well, his time was due,
you’ll have to put him down
and throw him in the bin”

“Ok, it’s been difficult
trying to use my computer
without Malcolm”

Luckily, this morning
After rummaging through the shed
I found another mouse
An old USB plug-in one