Standing on Familiar Ground
Here
Standing on the land of old
Overlooking a meadow of green and gold
Where
Familiar magpies fly around
Above their native ground
Now
Feeling my travel, weary bones unfold
Upon my home’s welcoming threshold
Ivor Steven (c) September 2025
✈️🕰️ Jet lag defeated, regeneration complete. Meet Dr Ivor, freshly restored and ready to roam the cosmos—with Frankie by his side and ‘Itmims’ humming in orbit.
Dr Ivor, My Regeneration
On the fourth day of slumber, down under,
my regeneration did finally materialise.
Every cell in my body has been restored.
Replaced with a new, healthy cell.
Presumably, my DNA has changed as well
The only thing that hasn’t changed
is my quintessential core-
that is me, Ivor the time traveler,
in my rusty spacecraft, Itmims, **
with my trusty companion, Frankie
** Itmims – Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space
Ivor Steven (c) September 2025
Home sweet home for Frankie
Ivor Steven (c) September 2025
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Between Today’s Isobars
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Silently the bell rings
Quietly the birds sing
Secretly I hear the forest hum
Discretely I count up the sum
The number of stars
Between today’s isobars
And out beyond Mars
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Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2025
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Home Away From Home
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On an island under the northern stars
Among the giant evergreen cedars
Within my personal astrodome
Feeling at ease in my home away from home
I am on top of the world
Uncurling my ancient bones, yet unfurled
Giving my weary soul another joyful whirl
In a land covered by forests and berries
Living a dream on an island with magical fairies
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Ivor Steven (c) September 2025
First day was a rest and recover one and get to meet my my cousins and their doggies
Furry cousins, Archie, Mungo, and Kelly, with cousin in law, Robin and his veggie garden.
The view from the veranda deck, where I am writing this article.
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Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
An Ice Cream Cone
I’m flying up, against gravity’s undertow
Higher than all the birds I know
Above white clouds full of snow
My wings are made of steel and bone
And within this long underbelly I am not alone
As we burst through the wind’s vibration zone
Then out of the blue I am handed an ice cream cone
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https://youtube.com/watch?v=5UdkiRKj4U8&si=o6GWwU-RHFKcgjfp
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Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Transition
The daedal grey clouds hang motionless
There is not a breath of wind in the calmness
And the gliding birds look weightless
The afternoon sun remains inactive
Slumbering behind the sky’s silvery curtain
And there is a swelling aura of expectation
From the amazed audience standing at the station
All waiting for the beginning of the pilgrim’s mission
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
High Flying (a Haiku)
A magpie zooms by
There’s no time to wave goodbye
A purposeful flight
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Today, we gave ourselves a ‘Test Flight’ to the Cafe to see if my wings had recovered, and pleasingly, we navigated the outing without any major incidents.
Today’s Test Flight
Flying solo above the trees
Fluttering through the Bon Voyage clouds
Zipping over the nearby You Yangs
Out into the Southern Aurora sky
Then, across the world’s deepest ocean
Toward my dream’s mystical horizon
This is how my poem looks on my Instagram Site (ivors20)
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
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