A big thank you to Colleen for inspiring these words
>> https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2022/10/12/into-the-warmth/
Intoxicating (a Haiku)
To breathe the cool breeze
Pass under my verandah
Intoxicates me

Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
A big thank you to Colleen for inspiring these words
>> https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2022/10/12/into-the-warmth/
Intoxicating (a Haiku)
To breathe the cool breeze
Pass under my verandah
Intoxicates me

Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
Featured Image Above: Photo by Derick Knight, and I have used the photo once before in another poem (>> https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2021/12/01/time-watches-over-us/) . Again, thank you to Derrick for allowing me to use his photos on my site.
>> https://derrickjknight.com/

I Did Not Hear The Midday Chime
I slyly look up
In silent amusement
At the old chiseled face
Of my grandfather clock
And I see his shaky hands of time
Are too meek and tired
To strike the midday chime
I slowly close my eyes
Overused muscles are cramping
Weakened bones feel brittle
This complicated mind is exhausted
And my dream needs to sleep
Before I am able to write another rhyme
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn (Tullawalla, page 144)
I saw a broad sign, painted by His hand
the words, I did not understand
I thought why? Put another brick in wall
ascending the crooked ladder, too afraid to fall
there I stood alone, and stared
above the galaxy’s glare
my retinas were burning
last night’s moon had fallen
beyond the broad blue dawn
and my neighbour wasn’t mowing his lawn
I then saw in our narrowing crevasse
the universe, in a blade of grass
Ivor Steven © October 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Here Comes the Sun Again”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/here-comes-the-sun-again/

Ivor Steven © October 2022
The three Haiku that make up this one poem, originate from three different sources.
The first stanza/haiku was inspired by Jez’s Haiku
>> https://jezzieg.com/2022/09/30/haiku-427/
The second stanza/haiku was inspired by Bartholomew’s Fraiku
>> https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2022/09/30/fraiku-follow-the-money/
The third stanza/haiku is a haiku I created for this post
Echoes (3 Haiku)
Some human critters
Can be thoughtless litterers
Nature’s enemies
Co-operate greed
Unlimited boundaries
Without compassion
An unknown poet
Scrawls on recycled paper
Words become echoes

Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
A poem I wrote after I had finished building my courtyard verandah, and I was feeling comfy and content …

I originally wrote this poem in November 2017, and the piece was then called “Luxury”, and today’s revision is the poem’s third version.

A Fortunate Man
Sometimes in life
Just when it’s right
There’s that moment
And today’s that moment
Sometimes we are lucky
Against all the odds
There’s that fortunate time
And here I am feeling blessed
Gratefully thankful
I write these words on today’s Newspaper
Reading tomorrows weather report
Happiness is here
Here right beside me
Under my verandah roof
Loving the luxury of home
Comfy with the fruits of my life
Sometimes a fortune is a sweet apple
Ivor Steven (c) November 2017
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…
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Decades of Storms (Tullawalla, page 48)
Over the decades
I’ve lived through many storms
Yesterday
I read about an Atlantic island storm
After midnight
I had a dream about my life’s storms
At dawn
I shall open my door to the storms
I will then wait for my storms
To vacate the dark
And ask the morning sunlight
“Am I still the pilot”
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

a worrying time
sometimes
feeling homely and mellow
other-times
lonely and hollow
sometimes
looking tall and green
other-times
small and unseen
sometimes
sounding sacred and relaxed
other-times
wasted and axed
nature’s forests
living wonders to enjoy
not an oppressor to destroy
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
Our snail slithers in
From beyond the flooded ground
His home’s high and dry
The world continues to cry
Wallowing in it’s own sty
Ivor Steven © September 2022

Tullawalla is now Available at Amazon
>> https://www.amazon.com/Tullawalla-Meeting-Memories-Australian-Languages/dp/0645377023/ref=sr_1_2?crid=1IICHBAUD55HH&keywords=Tullawalla&qid=1663803829&s=books&sprefix=tullawalla%2Cstripbooks-intl-ship%2C276&sr=1-2
A Haiku from Tullawalla, “Page 118”
In Your Time (a Hiaku)
You can’t fly pass time
Travel with time, hand in hand
Time is not faceless
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022