



An Afternoon Moon (a Tanka)
The afternoon sky’s
Iridescent crescent moon
Is a crystal bowl
Without the man’s silver spoon
Has he had dinner too soon?
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024




An Afternoon Moon (a Tanka)
The afternoon sky’s
Iridescent crescent moon
Is a crystal bowl
Without the man’s silver spoon
Has he had dinner too soon?
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024
I wrote “Beyond Imagination” 5 years ago, while I was in rehab, recovering from my 3rd stroke, and somehow preparing my body for a long and arduous trip to Philadelphia. The attached poem below, “Dreams of the Heart” is a piece I wrote in Philadelphia, in May 2019.
Beyond Imagination (Revised)
This year (2019), after Easter
I’m flying north
Across the Pacific Ocean
Towards a place called America
From the west to the east coast
Landing at the Big Apple
To enjoy a five-day tourist bite
Then a train from Grand Central Station
For a debut meeting with my cousins in Philadelphia
My Dad’s far-away relatives
I shall rejoice in the reunion of our family’s spirits
Oh yes, my lifetime “Dream of the Heart” **
A dubious occurrence just two months ago
But now a reality beyond the realms of my imagination
** “Dreams of the Heart”
I cannot walk the continents
Like the intrepid Marco Polo
But my feet have felt the sands of time
Pass between my toes
I have not sailed the high seas
Like the courageous Christopher Columbus
But my body has bathed
In an ocean full of kind hearts
I’m yet to fly in space
Like the brave Neil Armstrong
But I have reached for the stars
And touched my soul’s dreams
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024


Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is: Streets. You may visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. – – My Tanka is about flying in the sky, and I imagine the sky can be considered our “one big aerial street”
My Wings Need No Alibi (a Tanka)
Poised, ready to leap
Into the world’s blameless sky
Where his wings don’t hide
From needing an alibi
To fly freely and in peace
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024
Hello dear readers and followers, I am again writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “The Moon’s Hallelujah Sound”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. …
To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-moons-hallelujah-sound/



Twilight moons are enchantingly irrepressible.
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024



Crumbling Clouds
The third day of a summer heatwave
They have been searing scorchers
Today, I saw the blistering hot wind
Evaporate the edges of the crumbling clouds
There will be no rain tonight
Only a cooling zephyr to caress my brow

Please Note: The “3” cover designs are by, Kerri Costello
Until Eyes Hear Sound, will be available in March
Tullawalla is Available From
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Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com
Amazon: search via, ‘Tullawalla by Ivor Steven’
AND
Perceptions is Now Available via:
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OR: email me directly for a signed copy – ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024



Yes, Frankie, proofreading all weekend was very tiring … “Until Eyes Hear Sound” is being Printed/published this week and will be here in time for the Clunes Book Fair.
The “Clunes Booktown Festival” FB Link
>> https://www.facebook.com/clunesbooktown

I Am a Flickering Light Globe
I’ve been flattened by a truck
The brick wall has struck
Right between the earlobes
And my mind is a flickering light globe
Pick me up, Frankie
Throw me a fresh hanky
Proofreading “Until Eyes Hear Sound”
Knocked me out of bounds
And preparing for the Clunes Book Fair
Has me as nervous as a shy koala bear



Ivor Steven (c) February 2024



High noon, Lithium Light. Afternoon, Platinium Light. Dusk, Golden Light
Chromatic Light
Early in the morning
I witnessed a theatrical titanium light
Puncture the dawn sky
High noon
Under a hot searing sun
I felt the lucent lithium light
Boil the blood in my heart
Mid-afternoon
Within the fiery furnace
I watched the perennial platinum light
Fuse my soul to the ground
Dusk
Above the shimmering horizon
I wished the global golden light
Would enshroud a peaceful world tonight
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024
FREE PDF COPY >>> Links Below
Hello, dear readers and followers, as you might know I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at # 31, because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead.
But the booklet formats are a superb way for me to catalogue the vast number of poems that I produce and as the saying goes “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem booklets, and they are called “Shangri La” which is the name of my little Villa, and is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”.
Incredibly, I now have a total of “1638” Poems filed in these booklet formats!!
Click on >> Here. for the link to your FREE: PDF Copy of “Shangri La, Volume 6. Shadowed Ground“


Shadowed Ground
I look up and wonder why
The moon is fearfully hiding
In the fading twilight sky
As he forlornly looks down
Upon our shadowed ground
Knowing our King of Peace
Wears a shrouded crown
Dauðalogn Translation: “Calm of death”


Frankie proof-reading “Until Eyes Hear Sound”… After, reading is tiring
“The Proof is in the Pudding”
“Woof, woof, posties at the front door”
Yeah! The proof copy has arrived
And intuitively, Frankie knows
This new book is important
And especially precious to me
As I place the book between his paws
So he can carefully turn the pages
And diligently do a proof-read for me
“Woof, woof, your poems are easy to read”

Ivor Steven (c) February 2024



Going back in my files I discovered that I have “2” poems titled “Birds On Wires”. The First one is from July 2020 and the Second piece is from March 2023, so I decided to post both Poems … maybe you can let me know which one is your favourite.
Birds On Wires, (July 2020, which appears in “Until Eyes Hear Sound” page 12)
Here on the edge of lower earth
Beyond the urban concrete girth
Withering trees are trying to grow
Reaching for that mystical power flow
Hungering for energy from contaminated ground
Not the airwaves of false sonic sound
Man-made arrows cluttering the sky
Unnatural webs soaring high
Bird snatching wires
Hanging on cold steal spires
Carriers of these modern times
The pulse of humanities crimes
Birds On Wires (March 2023)
Weary gray clouds
Lay anchored in the sky
Moist air hangs breathless
Not a wisp to disperse the flies
An anxious sweaty dampness
Clings to everything
Birds on wires sit motionless
Waiting for a thermal updraft
To lift spirits beyond this world of smallness
Where greed and wars seem senseless
And remain the leader’s primary craft

“Until Eyes Hear Sound”, Due out March 21st
Ivor Steven (c) February 2024