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Arm Less

This afternoon I was having one of my recovery sleeps after my elbow surgery, when I was suddenly woken by a violent summer storm, and in flash I wrote these words… and without a second thought of what I was writing or thinking, and without being bashful, here is my 5 minute poem


Arm Less


I’m arm less against the storms

Thoughtless in their violence

Voiceless is their silence

Boneless flesh that flood

Endless wars with blood





Ivor Steven © December 2021

Kissed By An Angel

Hello readers and followers, I am happy to say that I am home after my operation on my elbow and recovering well ..




Kissed By An Angel


According to ancient folklore

From foreign shores

I should be grateful

For being kissed on the cheeks by an angel


However, many moons ago

When I was a young beau

I had pimples in my dimples


Now I am old and single

My dimples look like moon craters

Full of freckles and wrinkles





Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Time Watches Over Us

The words of this poem were inspired by comments that I left on Colleen’s and Donna’s post’s recently [ https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/ and https://www.djranch.org/ ], and the Featured Image Above, is one of Derrick Knight’s fabulous photos [ https://derrickjknight.com/ ] …

Time Watches Over Us


ours is not to reason why

for we are merely a fly

in the bigger sky

just passing by


however!


we do not stop learning

because every day

teaches us something new


and!


we cannot cease loving

because every day

our universe

creates something new

for us to love


yes!


the wheels of time

do not stop turning

and grandfather clocks

do not stop chiming





Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

In The Blink Of An Eye (a Tanka) is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my Tanka “In The Blink Of An Eye”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine.  … please click on the link below to read my poem/Tanka, at Coffee House Writers …
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-blink-of-an-eye/









Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

A Sudden Change of Plans

Ironically or coincidently, after re-posting several poems from my hospitalisation time three years ago … I suddenly found out that I am to be back in hospital for a short stay during the week … but I am only going up to level four, not that far from the ground floor, and within a short walk to the front door …


A Sudden Change of Plans


Early on Friday

I received a phone call

From the Geelong hospital

Informing me that my elective surgery

Was unexpectedly moved to be on next week


Then suddenly

Early this morning

Under the precautionary health guidelines

I was sent to be tested for the ‘Covid’ virus


And now I am in home isolation

For the next three days

Prior to my left elbow surgery

Early Wednesday morning


If everything goes according to plan

And all being well

I should be home

Early Wednesday evening





Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Either Way

On Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is: Fork In The Road , please go over and visit their fabulous site by clincking >> Here . The poem “Either Way” below is my response to their prompt

Either Way


At this point in time

Do you feel we have lost our way?

Our spinning world of rhyme

Is one big rotting orb of grime


Our life’s a journey

A climb up into the light

Or a fall into Hades

Either way, over time

Has existence become jaded?


We wait for a calming serenade

From above dark clouds full of pain

Us mere mortals need a different space

If our dreams are to ascend beyond this place





Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Level Seven

Today with this reblog, my hospitalisation story, in poems from three years ago continues …



Level Seven


I’m here on level seven

I might nearly see heaven

Suddenly the silent wall slaps me hard

With a soul shattering boom

My heart recites to me, her tune of doom

A building of gray bricks

Comes crashing down on me

I’m crying remorseful tears

‘Twas her hospital for thirty years

We would always either be home or here

Backwards and forwards

Short visits, long stays

Inside out, upside down

Wounded hopes, broken dreams

Decades of her gracious courage, never undenied

Now I lay on her memories, here she died


Ivor Steven (c) 2018

A Blue Shark in My bed

This time three years ago, was the beginning of my three months is hospital, originally suffering from a “mystery” virus, and then I had a stroke, followed by another minor stroke. … Somehow I managed to write about that three month journey via my poems, and today I’m presenting the first poem I wrote from my hospital bed during that time …

A Blue Shark in My bed




I’m lying in bed, hallucinating

They’ve given me too many pain killers

Swimming between soaked sheets

In an ocean of hot sweat

I see a blue shark in my bed

Angrily circling me

That killers glint in his eyes

His giant jaws open wide

And he viciously bites me

Piercing my lower neck

And poking my left eye out

My blood is boiling on the red sea


If this is hell, please ring the bell

I shall pray to save my soul, and be set free

I’m swirling in drugs, I cannot think

My eyes are shut, I cannot blink

Where are you mum

I was always your number one

She’d make me my favourite cake

A passion-fruit sponge she’d bake

I sense a benevolent friend, if he’s not too late

Smuggling me a gun, past white guards, inside mum’s cake


To you who cannot see me, I’m an ancient fable

Who’s about to leave the table

With the rest of the disabled

I’ll look for you, in your higher stables

How can I find my way back?

I’ve lost my winding track

Life for me cannot be the same

I’m not recovering, I’m losing the game

Forgotten my name and where to aim

Destiny has me old and lame





Ivor Steven (c) November 2021