Throwback Friday, Burnt Toast And A Cold Shower

Some mornings test us in small, stubborn ways — cold water, burnt toast, lights that won’t flick on. This old poem from July 2018 reminds me that even on those days, we can reset, breathe, and begin again.


Burnt Toast And A Cold Shower

When it’s so hard to get out of my warm bed,
I force myself to throw the sheets off,
and I face another day again.

When the light doesn’t go on above my head,
I replace the globe and flick the switch,
and I see again

When my shower hot water turns cold,
I patiently wait for the boiler to reheat,
and I shall be ready again.

When the toaster burns my bread,
I turn the grey dial down to three,
and I restart again

When the kettle runs bone dry,
I dutifully refill the jug,
and enjoy a cuppa again.

When breakfast is done, and it’s time to run,
I feel the advantage of being alive,
and I smile at my world again.





And sometimes a song is all it takes to steady the morning again.


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Until Eyes Hear Sound

Amazon >> Amazon.com : Until Eyes Hear Sound

Lulu Books >>  Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)



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 … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.


Ivor Steven ©  July 2026

Winter Sunshine

This afternoon I found myself at the calm centre of things — winter draped itself lightly over the café, letting the sunshine linger just long enough for a quiet moment to unfold.



Winter Sunshine


I’m on the axis of my universe,
here in the middle of our cafe,
at the centre of this old town —
it’s our time to relax and calm down.

We’re midway beneath winter’s hemline;
the wind is cold, but the day is fine.
The larks are enjoying the sunshine,
and I’m sipping a glass of red wine.





As the winter light faded and the sunshine slipped away, the music left its own warm shadow behind.





Ivor Steven ©  August 2026

Throwback Friday, Steve the Snail. His Story

This lifestyle, philosophical poem was written in November 2022 and returns to a moment of small, steady bravery. Inspired by a lone snail crossing the wet bitumen — slow, deliberate, and determined — it reflects on purpose, persistence, and the quiet journeys we all make.



Steve the Snail. His Story


I wonder what the story was
Why was Steve the Snail?
Crossing the wet bitumen road
There, by himself
Bravely and slowly sliding along
Determined to reach the other side

Steve’s path was a dangerous one
But the purpose of his journey
Remains locked away
Within the privacy
Of his ‘one-story’ home





Steve’s quiet journey reminds us how much courage lives in small, steady steps. Brandi Carlile’s The Story deepens that moment — a song for the hidden reasons and private paths we all carry within our own “one‑story” homes.


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Until Eyes Hear Sound

Amazon >> Amazon.com : Until Eyes Hear Sound

Lulu Books >>  Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)



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 … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.


Ivor Steven ©  July 2026

Dreamy Mushrooms

A few dreamy mushrooms from my poetic wanderings that nudged my thoughts

WordPress says I’m a social butterfly. This weekend, I’ll be more of a market‑stall moth.






Dreamy Mushrooms

The poet is not dead,
and not even seriously injured.
Do not fret —
today he’s at the Creative Market
With his poetry books,
sharing the words
that slipped and slid out of his head.


He’ll be back tomorrow,
after his dreamy mushrooms
have been sent to bed.




Let the music hold the hush that lingers after the last dreamy mushrooms are gently tucked into bed.




Ivor Steven  ©  May 2026

“A Few Milestones Along the Way”

When It All Began.

In September 2000, I suffered my first stroke. After a stretch of intensive rehab, I was finally allowed to return home and resume caring for my wife. I was still healing, still unsteady, and not yet permitted to drive. With the patient guidance of my wonderful speech therapist, I slowly relearned how to speak, read, and write.
During those early recovery days, music was always playing in the background — especially Leonard Cohen. Something in his haunting lyrics stirred me, nudged me, compelled me to start writing things down. That’s when I first discovered a small, surprising knack for shaping words into rhyme.
After several months, my therapist gently encouraged me to join a local writers’ group. And as the old saying goes, from little things, big things grow.

“A Few Milestones Along the Way”

Every now and then, WordPress taps me on the shoulder with a small surprise — a reminder of how long I’ve been wandering these digital paths, and how many kindred spirits I’ve met along the way. This week, a handful of “Achievements” arrived, and they made me pause, smile, and look back over the journey.

Ten years on WordPress. That one landed with a soft thud in my chest. A decade of poems, stories, late‑night edits, early‑morning inspirations, and the steady rhythm of showing up — even on the days when the words came slowly.

Views from over 150 countries. It still amazes me that something written at my desk in Geelong can find its way to readers oceans away. These badges aren’t really about numbers; they’re about connection — the quiet thread between writer and reader, stretched across continents.

A comment longer than the original post. That one made me laugh. It’s proof of what I love most about this place: the conversations, the generosity, the way a single poem can spark a whole exchange of thoughts, memories, and stories.

And the Globe Trotter badge — 50+ countries — a reminder of the early days when I first realised people were actually reading.

None of these milestones happened in isolation. They grew from the kindness of readers, the encouragement of fellow writers, and the simple joy of sharing words. I’m grateful for every visit, every comment, every quiet moment someone spent with one of my poems.

Here’s to the next stretch of the journey — wherever the words decide to wander.

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word ” expressive.” To visit their fabulous site, please click >> Here.





In the long echo of these streets, after all the turns and tremors, I’m still here, listening for the next line.




Ivor Steven  ©  May 2026

Never a Dull Moment

After a week of words and wandering, we finally rest. I apologise for my slow blogging replies — time has been sprinting while this old poet hobbles behind.

I’ll be reading my poems “Drumsticks” and “Dear, Danny” at the next Dome Poetry meeting — a relaxed afternoon of Postcards and Poetry at The Courthouse Museum.




Never a Dull Moment

I’m enjoying an extra-busy weekend —
Creative Geelong market on Saturday,
Dome Poetry meeting Sunday morning,
where I recited my poem
“The Portrait That Found Me.”

I also presented two poems
“Drumsticks” and “Dear, Danny,”
which I’ll be reading at the next meeting
At The Courthouse Museum, Drysdale,
For an afternoon of Postcards and Poetry.

So as you can see,
I’ve written lots more poems during the week —
over and above my normal daily output.
Needless to say, I’m exhaustipated again.

And here at the Box Cafe on Sunday afternoon,
we are having a much-needed rest and relaxation




A quiet promise before the song begins: the three poems from today’s journey will soon be finding their place here.





Ivor Steven  ©  May 2026

Creative Geelong Market Day, This Saturday, April 18th

It’s Market Day this Saturday from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m.
* Our popular monthly markets are all undercover at Centrepoint Arcade on the third Saturday of every month.
* They feature art, unique goods from local makers, second-hand goods, plants, books, and more.
* There are also open art studios, Yesterday Vintage, Untether Gallery, HBT Collectables, and the May’d Shop.
* Grab a unique gift for Mother’s Day! 

All at, Centrepoint Arcade
132 Little Malop St, Geelong
From 10 am to 3 pm

And I’ll be there with ‘Frankie’ and my “New Bookstall Set-up








Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

No Kings

Feature Image Above: Created by my Canva App.
When the tent starts sagging, the whole performance shows its seams


After reading Mirroring the World’s blistering take on Trump’s latest political tantrum, I felt a poem forming almost instantly — a small, sarcastic echo of the chaos described, and a reminder that no self‑crowned king is above a little poetic scrutiny.
taurusingemini >> Trump is Now, Out of Plays in the War with Iran He Started | Mirroring the World


No Kings!


There is a clown,
with an apricot crown
under his dressing gown,
who’s swinging upside down
on the outskirts of town

The false king is insane,
with a selfish brain.
He’s inhumane,
and greed is his game.

Without shame
his aim is to blame
anyone whose name
is not on his “gravy-train.”





And to close, here’s a song that carries the same simmering energy — a little theatrical, a little exasperated, and perfectly tuned to the mood of this piece.




Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

A stitch in time, or: A rengay

My thanks to David, of “The Skeptic’s Kaddish,” for inviting me into this rengay. It was a pleasure to weave our lines together and watch the threads find their own shape.
>> https://skepticskaddish.com/2026/02/23/a-stitch-in-time-or-a-rengay/



A two-person ‘Rengay’

A stitch in time, or: A rengay

By Ivor and David

1 (db)
weeks before Purim—
sticky glue smears small fingers,
needles pull bright threads

2 (is)
intricate puppet costumes
tangled in the maker’s strings

3 (db)
small gnat in a web
silver threads keep their design—
the body trembles

4 (is)
the wood manikins
loose joints suddenly collapse
first aid kit required

5 (db)
eight waiting legs lose purchase
their radial craft undone

6 (is)
unfashionable 
staples, glue guns, costume pins 
become quick-fix threads





A little Purim mischief to echo the threads and tangled costumes of our rengay.




Ivor Steven ©  February 2026

Creative Geelong, Fashion-focused Market Day

FASHION WEEK MARKET:

THIS SAT FEB 21st
132 Lt Malop St
Centrepoint Arcade. Geelong
10.00 am – 3.00 pm

Completely protected from the weather under the glass atrium …

Creative Geelong’s next art market on Feb 21 st, will be fashion-focused in conjunction with Melbourne’s Fashion Festival. Along with our wonderful, usual makers, there are over 30 tables.

Handmade, vintage, repurposed, or just clothes and accessories you’ve moved on from, there’s bound to be something for everyone.

MAY’D Shop, Untether Gallery, open studios, and vintage with Yesterday’s Vintage & Pearle Brawne. Check out the COGG food market in the mall to ….





A song stitched with the same handmade spirit as Market Day





Ivor Steven ©  February 2026