Tag: Music

Urban Glare (Perceptions, page 43)

The weekend challenge on Weekly Prompts is: Urban. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here … Below is my response to their prompt, and the poem is also included in my new book “Perceptions”, due to be released in early December
Featured Image Above: by Derrick Knight >> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/04/28/across-the-stream/

Perceptions






Urban Glare (Perceptions, page 43)




Down into the valley

I wander

Away from urban glare

Beyond reach

Of those who do not care

About nature’s faded flare

Along a cool creek

I wander

Away from urban air

Beyond sight

Of those arrogant stares

Who do not see nature’s plight






Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

Flute (Ro)

Today’s piece was inspired after reading Robert Okaji’s wonderful poem “Ro”, please go and visit his fantastic poetry site by clicking on this link >> https://robertokaji.com/2022/11/11/ro-5/

Note: Ro designates the fingering required to produce a particular note on the shakuhachi, the traditional Japanese bamboo flute. In this case, closing all holes.

Feature Image Above: With the kind permission of Robert Okaji, the image was copied from his post “Ro”


Flute (Ro)


the melody lingers

beyond soft fingers


above the hollow

a note was borrowed

by the former mentor


you are not the lamenter

please return

to the aspiring sender






Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

Were Her Eyes Olive or Hazel?



Following my loss

During the chaos

In the quiet intermissions

Tears would blur my visions


But clearness of sight did not even matter

Whether or not she had olive or hazel eyes

The closing curtain was already in tatters


I heard her eyes laugh, I felt them cry

And then I saw them die








Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

Will the Doves Ever Be Free?

A big thank you to Dale, for who I wrote a 16 word poem/comment on her site
>> https://adelectablelife.com/2022/11/05/weekend-writing-prompt-284-rule/ …
which later on, inspired to me to create this poem and music/video combination.

Featured Image Above: My photo of the guest bedroom wall, from when I was staying at my cousin’s (Maureen) place, in Philadelphia, May 2019


Will the Doves Ever Be Free?




Sunday morning

The bells are petitioning

For more than a King’s Ransom




Sunday’s doves are loudly singing

Their unceasing

And unfinished Anthem




Beyond Sunday’s unanswered sessions

The bells will not stop resounding

The Chimes of Freedom





Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

Beyond the Sky


Today I have been proofreading my copy of “Perceptions”, and to break-up the tedious task of proofreading, I wrote this metaphorical poem about reading the book.


Beyond the Sky


Today I traveled to the stars

And touched the outer limits

Of the universe’s Milky Way

There, I opened a magical storybook

That had traversed the mysteries

Of my bedazzled mind



There, my unraveled visions were impelled

By a strong solar storm

Originating in the Atlantic Ocean

From beyond the windswept Isle of Wight

Then finally, my distant dreams

Cautiously touched down

On the curiously tranquil waters

Of Geelong’s windswept Corio Bay








Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

Throwback Friday, Ripples of Inconsiderateness, by Ivor Steven

I have copied and pasted my article from “Go Dog Go Cafe’s” Throwback Friday segment … I’m afraid my computer has the ‘go-slow hic-ups’ tonight …

Here I am presenting a poem I wote in November 2019, which is in my book Tullawala, on page 23.

Ripples of Inconsiderateness (Tullawalla, page23)

Today, an arctic wind blow’s

I have winter socks on my toes

Spring’s forgotten to fill our garden barrow

Cold rains are still falling on the meadows

And on the ranges, there is new snow

Here, the ripples on the bay steeply grow

Shoreline sands are stinging airborne ammo

Our midday sun, did fail to show

Like a ship’s stowaway hiding in the cargo

He’ll be found warming himself in Moscow

It’s time to unload our winter crossbow

Give summer a turn to be the star of the show





Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

Off-white

Featured Image Above: ‘Mushrooms’ taken by Derrick Knight, and thank you to Derrick for allowing me reproduce his photos here on my poetry site.
>> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/11/02/ibsley-ford/
Special Announcement: Today I have a “Copy” of “Our” new book Perceptions for me to proofread on the weekend


Off-white


White moon and white mushrooms

White doggie and white clouds

Here my writer’s world is a chromatic lamplight

After the passing of my gracious Aphrodite


Now I dream tonight

About the earth’s broken stalactites

And how the atmosphere is turning a sickly off-white

Like a grubby plastic skylight


Now with foresight

My tethered “Itmims” craft is ready and watertight

And awaits her saviours next spaceflight




“Itmims” … Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space








Ivor Steven (c) November 2022