Ivor.Plumber/Poet

A moonlit vigil by the water’s edge—where nature holds our hand, and time listens in.

A Becalmed Right Hand


Blue tranquility inundates the land;
Mother Nature is holding our becalmed right hand

While the moon watchfully scans
the horizon’s aquatic grandstand.

And here we solemnly stand,
on the edge of evening-tide’s unveiled sand,

Waiting for grandfather time to understand
the World’s Pacifist Band is badly undermanned.

Ivor Steven (c) December 2025

FREE PDF COPY >>> Links Below

Hello, dear readers and followers. As you may know, I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at #31 because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead.
However, the booklet format is a superb way for me to catalogue the vast number of poems I produce, and as the saying goes, “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem booklets, called “Shangri La”, the name of my little Villa, and it is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”.
I now have “2192” Poems filed in these booklet formats!!
(On my bookshelf, I have “The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, which contains 1775 poems … when I first started writing poems, I never envisaged that I would produce so many poems)

Click >> HERE, for the link to your FREE: PDF Copy of “Shangri La, Volume 17, River of Dreams.”

OR … Shangri La, Vol 17. River of Dreams.pdf

River of Dreams

I’ve been listening to the crows-
the smart ones, who should know.

Now I’m watching the ancient river flow
around the land’s long, sandy bend.

Do they know where, and when
the current’s undertow
comes to a becalmed end?

Ivor Steven (c) December 2025