Category: Poems

Chromatic Light

High noon, Lithium Light. Afternoon, Platinium Light. Dusk, Golden Light





Chromatic Light




Early in the morning

I witnessed a theatrical titanium light

Puncture the dawn sky


High noon

Under a hot searing sun

I felt the lucent lithium light

Boil the blood in my heart


Mid-afternoon

Within the fiery furnace

I watched the perennial platinum light

Fuse my soul to the ground


Dusk

Above the shimmering horizon

I wished the global golden light

Would enshroud a peaceful world tonight







Ivor Steven (c) February 2024

Shangri La, Volume 6, Shadowed Ground

FREE PDF COPY >>> Links Below

Hello, dear readers and followers, as you might know I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at # 31, because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead.
But the booklet formats are a superb way for me to catalogue the vast number of poems that I produce and as the saying goes “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem booklets, and they are called “Shangri La” which is the name of my little Villa, and is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”.
Incredibly, I now have a total of “1638” Poems filed in these booklet formats!!
Click on >> Here.  for the link to your FREE: PDF Copy of “Shangri La, Volume 6. Shadowed Ground“


Shadowed Ground


I look up and wonder why
The moon is fearfully hiding
In the fading twilight sky

As he forlornly looks down
Upon our shadowed ground
Knowing our King of Peace
Wears a shrouded crown






Dauðalogn Translation: “Calm of death”

“The Proof is in the Pudding”

Frankie proof-reading “Until Eyes Hear Sound”… After, reading is tiring




“The Proof is in the Pudding”




“Woof, woof, posties at the front door”

Yeah! The proof copy has arrived 

And intuitively, Frankie knows

This new book is important

And especially precious to me 

As I place the book between his paws

So he can carefully turn the pages

And diligently do a proof-read for me  

“Woof, woof, your poems are easy to read”











Ivor Steven (c) February 2024

Throwback Friday, Birds On Wires

Going back in my files I discovered that I have “2” poems titled “Birds On Wires”. The First one is from July 2020 and the Second piece is from March 2023, so I decided to post both Poems … maybe you can let me know which one is your favourite.




Birds On Wires, (July 2020, which appears in “Until Eyes Hear Sound” page 12)

Here on the edge of lower earth
Beyond the urban concrete girth
Withering trees are trying to grow
Reaching for that mystical power flow
Hungering for energy from contaminated ground
Not the airwaves of false sonic sound
Man-made arrows cluttering  the sky
Unnatural webs soaring high
Bird snatching wires
Hanging on cold steal spires
Carriers of these modern times
The pulse of humanities crimes




Birds On Wires (March 2023)

Weary gray clouds 
Lay anchored in the sky 
Moist air hangs breathless 
Not a wisp to disperse the flies 
An anxious sweaty dampness
Clings to everything

Birds on wires sit motionless 
Waiting for a thermal updraft 
To lift spirits beyond this world of smallness
Where greed and wars seem senseless
And remain the leader’s primary craft 











“Until Eyes Hear Sound”, Due out March 21st



Ivor Steven (c) February 2024

Midas-Touched Lands (a Tanka)

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is the word: Scary. You can visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. Below my poem is a “Scary” metaphorical anti-war Tanka.





Midas-Touched Lands (a Tanka)


Sunset’s golden eye

Cries saffron spice seeds worldwide

Hard drops of yellow

Spreading beyond Eastern skies

Clouding those Midas-touched lands









Ivor Steven (c) February 2024

A Butterfly Parade

The butterflies were everywhere





A Butterfly Parade



I was admiring the view

Along Nature’s Avenue

When I stumbled upon

A flickering band of white light

A wondrous silky cloud

Of fluttering butterflies


They were everywhere

Unflaggingly flying

Hither and thither

A quivering milky river

The sunshine’s zither kisser

Wings humming a choral melody

A pearly parade, poised, ready to deliver








Ivor Steven (c) February 2024

Throwback Friday, Fruit Loopy

Early July 2017, my blog/website was only 3 weeks old when I wrote this abstract poem, ‘Fruit Loopy’ … hmmm … and I am not sure what my thoughts were at the time … but I had only been in my new little abode for 5 months, and I was finishing off building the verandah, and starting to create a courtyard garden … I suppose I was “dreaming” about how much Carole would have loved my new home, so hence the “funny title”




Fruit Loopy


The juices of expectation

are upon me again.

Dreaming of yesteryear

and clambering for today.

Through my pores

a taste of sweetness.

My apple of love

the fruit for tomorrow.



Vale, Melaine Safka, she was one of kind




Ivor Steven (c) February 2024

“That’s What Friends Are For”, Has Been Accepted for the “Cadence” Anthology


Today I received a lovely message from Lisa, Editor/Publisher at ‘Prolific Pulse Press’ >> https://www.prolificpulse.com/
Dear Ivor, I love the poem you just sent for Cadence and would love to publish it with the anthology. It truly put a smile on my face.


Of course, I cannot post the poem until after the Anthology has been published in March, but I can tell you that my delightful poem is about “Charlie the Caterpillar shuffling over the track to help his little friend, Billy the Bee







Ivor Steven (c) March 2024