Are we the drowned ones?
Lying beside our beach whales
Unable to breathe

Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
The weather is wet and windy here in Ballarat, but that does’t matter. I’m resting, relaxing, and enjoying the break. Today’s poem is from June 2019.
Featured Image above; Street art on a building next door to the ‘Analogue Academy’, where my book launch was held on Saturday.
A Crescendo For Peace
Sounds of music, ring in my mind
Our hearts beat, to a slow drum
My soul hears the rhythm of life
I see angels playing a harp’s serenade
In harmony with the royal string quartet
Grand orchestra’s loudly join in
And choirs of the world are singing our song
Together, chiming the peace-bells of our time
Creating a crescendo of music, ringing in my mind

Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
G’day dear readers and followers. After the hetic situation of my book launch yesterday, I am taking a well earned break and holiday at my brother’s place in Ballarat … I’ll just be posting older poems, or poems from Tullawalla for a little while. The Featured Image above; is from my brothers balcony looking across to Mt Warrenheip …
Here I have photograph the poem from my copy of Tullawalla.


Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >> Please Scroll Down to The End Of The Article, and click On …
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“Every picture tells a story” … I told the stories, and the warm smiles on everyones faces was my reward.


Judy, my publisher (Jaymah Press) …. My front table presentation


Reciting my poems, ‘Dreams of the Heart’, ‘Decades of Storms’, and ‘Coffee, Lamingtons, Life is a Serviette’


Mingling with the patrons at my book launch, from left to right, Neil & Andrea, Guenter (President of Geelong Writers Inc) … TJ (lowercase poetry, Daryl, my siblings, Miffy & Lawrie, me & Michaela, and Pip, whose wedding I went to “50” years ago


Judy, Joshua (Analogue Academy, and Marg & Pip, who were at my wedding “46” years ago.


I signed lots of books, here with Mickaela (lowercase poetry)
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

This article is copied from my post on “Go Dog Go Cafe’s Throwback Friday” earlier today.
>> https://godoggocafe.com/2022/10/21/throwback-friday-we-lost-the-sea-by-ivor-steven/
The Haiku, ‘We Lost the Sea’ is one of 12 Haiku that appear in my book Tullawalla, and this Haiku was written in May 2019.
We Lost the Sea (a Haiku, Tullawalla, page 117)
Bridges of dreams crossed
The ocean and river spanned
Waters of love found

Ivor Steven (c) May 2019
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20

My book launch for “Tullawalla” is on Saturday, and appropriately one of the poems I am going to read at the event will be “Coffee, Lamingtons, Life is a Serviette”
Coffee, Lamingtons, Life Is A Serviette (Tullawalla, page 59)
I’m beginning to enjoy the ride
Black-ice used to scour my track
I’m wryly visualizing the other side
There’s no more turning back
Life is like a roller-coaster ride
Around the old amusement park
Slow and bumpy on the way up
The scenery is romantic at the top
Suddenly the frightening downhills test my grip
Eventually grinding to a smooth halt
Arriving at the bottom, I step out of my capsule
I yell out, “Wow that was fun, let’s do it again”
And that is my life
Jumping back on board my star-ship
For another flipping and dipping trip
Staring down through alien eyes and letting it rip
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “After Memoria”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/after-memoria/
After Memoria
Sliding into euphoria
After falling out of Memoria
Where to start
When there is no beginning
The judges guns remain loaded
But there is no-one on the causeway
Why is the coldest mountain?
In the middle of the desert
How to climb the lowest alps?
Below the deepest ocean
How to soar and fly?
Without wings in a vacant sky
Can the old river be paddled?
After the bath runs dry
Where to find happiness
After falling in the marathon
How to slide into euphoria
After falling out of Memoria
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
