We met a ‘Pill Millipede’ on our walkie this morning, he was shy and defensive.



I’m a Pill (a Haiku)
Defensively
I roll up into a pill
But don’t swallow me
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023
We met a ‘Pill Millipede’ on our walkie this morning, he was shy and defensive.



I’m a Pill (a Haiku)
Defensively
I roll up into a pill
But don’t swallow me
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023



Who Is in Command?
Spring sunshine
Dominates the sky
Nature’s warmth
Becalms my unsettled mind
Yesterday’s problems
Have blown over
And diffused toward
Today’s blue horizon
Time! is on my side,
hears no commands,
and takes no passengers.
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge word is: Energy. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … things are still yucky here on my computer and to post a poem is proving to be quite a challenge and very “Energy” sapping for me …
More Duck Muck (a Tanka)
a plucky golden
sunset, stuns my yucky eyes
stuck inside the screen
of my computer’s duck muck
“Captain Starbuck’s coming soon”



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Ivor Steven (c) September 2023
Hello dear readers and followers, I am now writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Droplets of Joy”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. …
To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/a-piece-of-deadwood/
Ivor Steven © September 2023
I’ve had one of those yucky weeks, my computer has been moonstruck and running amok and producing guck. My “Taskbar” keeps flying south with the Ducks!! I’m feeling like an ice-puck all out of luck. So, I apologise for my moody unstuck poem of bushbuck …
Duck Muck
Sucking more air
Life sucks
Evading the sloppy duck muck
Dodging the dusty garbage truck
Never having enough bucks
To fill the milk bucket
Left empty by bloodsucking
Schmucks
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023
Today I am presenting another poem that will be appearing in my new book “Until Eye Eyes Hear Sound”. The ‘Musette’ is also a relatively new poem format for me, (thank you to Ryan, >> https://daysofstone.com/, for introducing me to the Musette format), and “Shadows Fall” is a poem I wrote in February 2023, and it will be an exciting piece in the ‘Others’ section of Chapter 10. Short Poems: Haiku, Senryu, Tanka, and Others
Shadows Fall (a Musette)
Don’t stop
Do not look back
Leaves drop
Shadows
Do not create
Meadows
Walk tall
Don’t look beyond
Nightfall
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023


Caressing Our Eyes
The world caresses our eyes.
Every day until we die.
Truthfully
Mother Nature extolls no lies.
Her unobstructed beauty
Faithfully
Caresses our eyes
Timelessly
Rivers flow over
Our days of stone
Which reflectively
Caress our eyes.
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023



Above the Wires (a Haiku)
Marbled clouds on fire
Our brindle sky is angry
With the voiceless wires
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023
Today I attended the monthly meeting of Geelong’s, Dome Poetry Group, our assignment was to present a ‘Monologue’ and I duly recited my poem “The Voice”. After taking note of the constructive discussion and a few helpful hints, this afternoon I have written a “Revised Version” of the poem. Special thanks to Guenter (Geelong Writers Pres) and my fellow “Dome Poets”.
Please note, the original version is attached below



The Voice (a Monologue), Revised
Do not yet shut the doors
But give me leave to speak with you and yours
Do not yet turn away
The time I ask of you is brief for what I have to say
Join me in the shade of this country’s trees
My ancient words are free
But why listen to a language you cannot see
In the past, you have not heard my pleas
And forever! I have been treated harshly
I am a dream-time spirit bird
Flying within your boundaries seems absurd
You! Have clipped my wings
And unashamedly ripped apart my kin
You! Desecrated my sacred ground
For the price of two axes and a Pound
Yes! It’s time to sit without descent
On the sand inside your tribal tent

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023
On my “nearby” walking track this morning I happened to spy some “nearby” Dragonflies. …
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is; Nearby … Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here .


The Faeries Minder (a Tanka)
Noble dragonfly
The faerie realm’s minder
Of exuberance
Good luck and prosperity
Beneath his wings of wisdom
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023