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Throwback Friday, River Of Destiny (Revised), by Ivor Steven


Yet again the “reblog button” did not work for me today, so I have copied and pasted my article here from my “Go Dog Go Cafe” post, and you may visit there by clicking on this link >> http://godoggocafe.com/2021/10/15/throwback-friday-river-of-destiny-by-ivor-steven/”
I wrote the original version of this poem back in December 2017, and here I am presenting a revised edition that I wrote today

River Of Destiny (Revised)




I am going to see a lady of Wizardry

In the grey house of mystery

Over the bridge, strong and earthy

To find my path to bravery

Not to be judged lightly

But to be cured internally

I do bow to a Queen, so ghostly

In the castle of stone, so empty

On the edge of the Red Sea

To find my way eventually

Not to be forlorn and angry

But to face friends and foe calmly

Searching for life’s secret duty

In the distant Abbey, so eerie

Beyond the boundaries, down along the valley

To find my river of destiny

Not to be trialed for my insanity

But to be unveiled for my humanity





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Is It True? “That Rainbows Dance At Sunset”

Featured Image Above: A big thank you to Derrick Knight for allowing me to use his magnificent ‘Sunset’ photo … see his link attached below …

Today’s poem is a combination of three, haiku/ukiah/haiku, that I made on, Colleen, Kate, and Derrick’s articles yesterday and today.

“Truth” (a Haiku for Colleen) https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2021/10/11/the-truth-is-yours/
“A Rainbow Dance” (a Ukiah for Kate) https://aroused.blog/2021/10/11/ukiah/
“Sunset” (a Haiku for Derrick)  https://derrickjknight.com/2021/10/11/todays-hobbyhorses/



Is It True? “That Rainbows Dance At Sunset”


Your soul knows the truth 

Within, feel the power grow 

Live, breath, touch the flow



At the end of the rainbow 

We shall dance and glow 

On nature’s golden plateau 


Blazing, the sky sinks 

Sunset kisses everything 

Fall’s finale crown






Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Birds Of A Feather

‘Birds Of A Feather’ is poem I wrote a few years ago, and I’m proudly reposting the words here to coincide with the “Indigenous Peoples Day” holiday in America on Monday 11th of October…
Below I have attached a song by Australia’s indigenous singer/songwriter Xavier Rudd … his famous classic “Spirit Bird” …

Birds Of A Feather


to colour us all tanned

black or white

didn’t seem right

even a humorous sight

maybe blue and green

would’ve been a better blight

and I’ve been told orange

is a preferred skin tone

best we have more colours

I’ll go buy the paint drums

toss them together

shaken, not stirred

into one huge cocktail dish

and use a whale-hair paint brush

we’ll all be covered the same

a faded colour purple

like tarnished rain clouds

not too dark

not too proud

not too white

just bright enough

to see the light


Please Note: The featured image above, is called ‘Four Birds’, by an Australian artist, Patsy Anguburra Lulpunda, at the Aboriginal Art Gallery





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

A Courtyard Song




A Courtyard Song




The spring morn is crisp

Sun-rays cling onto my chest

Porridge and lemon-ginger tea

Refresh my sleepy soul

Courtyard flowers arouse my eyes

Music vibrates the air

With a piano tune from Ludovico Einaudi

And Frankie quietly watches on


I write a comment for Derrick

His home in England needs a plumber

Then I send a song to Susi in America

To compliment her lovely ‘Fall’ poem

Carolyn’s words enrich my heart

But she will need her tissues

When she plays the video/music song

Only 8.00 am, and my message box is full

And now, the old poet’s day begins





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Cast In Marble (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 poem “Cast In Marble”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine.  … please click on the link below to read my poem at Coffee House Writers …
https://coffeehousewriters.com/cast-in-marble/









Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Dreams Unseen



Dreams Unseen


I cannot run no more

And I cannot swim the sea

But I can fly

In my sky of dreams


I have stopped climbing trees

And I cannot move mountains

But the highest peaks

Are not in my dreams


I have not embraced the mystery

Of my universe

Nor found my shining star

But I am here today

Floating on my ocean of dreams






Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Throwback Friday, Tea Leaf’s, by Ivor Steven

Whoops… Again the reblog button at “Go Dog Go Cafe” didn’t work, so this is a ‘copy & paste’ post today … You may visit my article at GDGC by clicking on the link >>
http://godoggocafe.com/2021/10/01/throwback-friday-tea-leafs-by-ivor-steven/

Today’s poem is one that I have revised a couple of times, and this edition is from November 2019



Tea Leaf’s (Revised)




It’s early morn, time to break away

From last night’s, dream-time soiree

But first, I must make my bed

“Yes, just like Mum said”

Oh, I gratefully do remember

As I straighten the quilt cover

And I like to fluff-up my pillows

Ready for an evening’s bout with stupid cupid’s arrows





I’ve a long storage bedhead shelf

However I’m smiling, satisfied within myself

It’s always untidy and in disarray

And last nights scribbles are all on display

I gather up this multitude of loose words

The mess of my midnight songbirds

Snippets of my subconscious memories

Pieces of forgotten wistful dreams

And I begin to decode my jumbled site

Then emotionally, I start to rewrite

About the tea-leaf’s, floating on a calm sea

Forming love letters, from her to me





Ivor Steven (c)  Nov 2019

Mad-hatters, No Matter the Season

On “Weekly Prompts” the Wednesday Challenge is, AUTUMN MAGIC. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here and the below poem is my response to their ‘prompt’ ..

Mad-hatters, No Matter the Season


The latter of matter

Did not scale the ladder

The origin of matter 

Is in our hearts pitter-patter


Matter is neither flatter nor fatter 

“What does it matter 

If we are all mad-hatters”?


We are but leaves and twigs of the ground 

Awaiting nature’s beckoning sounds





Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021