


Lullaby Rhyme
Once upon a time
There was a mum called Esther
In my heart
There was no one better
And now her soul
Sings me a lullaby rhyme
Ivor Steven (c) May 2025



Lullaby Rhyme
Once upon a time
There was a mum called Esther
In my heart
There was no one better
And now her soul
Sings me a lullaby rhyme
Ivor Steven (c) May 2025
For the Dome Poetry group’s May meeting, our poetry assignment/poem is as follows
1. We are each given a poetry book. (They are all different.)
2. We each select a poem from the book that we like or dislike.
3. We write our opinion of the poem in poetry form.
4. We write a separate poem in the same style as the original…about any subject.
5. OPTIONAL: Points 3 & 4 could be amalgamated. ie one poem
The poetry book I received was “The C.J. Dennis Collection.”… a famous Australian poet and author, known as “The Prince of Writers.”
I chose to amalgamate Points 3 & 4 and wrote my poem ‘I Am Not a Songbird’, in the rhyming style of C.J. Dennis’s whimsical poem “Heredity”, which I have scanned and attached below my poem.
I Am Not a Songbird
You may ask me (said the Corella)
Why am I so noisy and obnoxious
Like a protester with a loud hailer
At a meeting of the Labor Party Caucus
You may ask me why I’m not a songbird
Instead of a critter that’s always squawking
In a screeching way that no one else can hear
I offer no excuses for my chaotic talking
Yet, I’m all for a sweet lullaby
But for my breed, a soft tune is impossible
I’m often repetitive like a buzzing blowfly
However, I am quite pretty and aeronautical
My vocalisations are certainly unique
And it’s how I communicate with my girls
So, get used to my cheeky squeak
And enjoy my showy swirls and twirls

Ivor Steven (c) May 2025



Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word Cavalier. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here
Hit and Run
Reluctantly, there I was
Tidying “our” shared nature strip
Picking up the obnoxious rubbish
And placing it back
In “his” smelly garbage bin
Which had been knocked over
By the “neighbour’s” visitor
The culprit had fled the scene
The “cavalier neighbour” remained inside
Distur‘bin’ly,
This was a messy case
Of “Hit and Run”

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Until Eyes Hear Sound
Lulu Books >> Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)

Perceptions:
Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >> Perceptions (lulu.com)

Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven © May 2025


Me, sitting on Mum’s knee. … L to R, Carole, Aunties Elizabeth & Pearl, & Grandma


Grandma and her 3 daughters. … My mum (left) and her lady relatives
G’day readers, it’s Friday morning, the 9th of May, here in Australia, the day of my mother’s birthday and my wife’s funeral day, and it’ll be Mother’s Day on Sunday. Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from September 2019.
The Woman In Me
Inside every man
There is a woman
The mother of his soul
The lady of his heart
The kindness in his touch
The passion in his blood
The woman who fostered
The way he shows love

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Until Eyes Hear Sound
Lulu Books >> Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)

Perceptions:
Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >> Perceptions (lulu.com)

Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven © May 2025





** Written for Sadje’s WDYS #287. To visit her fabulous site, please click on >> Here
And she presented 2 images for us to use either one or both as our inspiration! … I chose to use both image prompts in my poem


About Today
Our morning walk was uphill
And into a gusty wind
The trees were bowing to one side
And the wispy clouds went zooming by
Too windy for Frankie’s fluffy ears
Too windy for the birds to fly in
Too windy for the moon to see her star
Too windy for my teary eyes
Ivor Steven © May 2025






A Torn Tune
I’ve been resting
and recovering
now it is time
to resume the climb
and escape this cocoon
with its torn tune
this afternoon
there is a half-moon
I’ll refill my writing sword
cut the tethering cord
and fly upward
toward the unexplored
to meet my ultimate reward

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Until Eyes Hear Sound
Lulu Books >> Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)

Perceptions:
Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >> Perceptions (lulu.com)

Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven © May 2025
“On April 30th, we had the opportunity to get together to talk to each other, some for the first time! I enjoyed seeing, meeting, and talking to the people of Natures Discovered!
Go team! 😊 Enjoy the video, everyone!” … Susi Bocks, editor.
Whoops, I joined a few minutes late! … it was 3.00 am Thursday in Geelong!
Here are the two pieces that I read …
Finality
after we have consumed
the leftover wine
and desecrated the sundial’s shadow
the dark-side of the moon
will finally recede from view
Co-existence
Beneath the trees and bushes
Lives an underground network
Prospering on giving and receiving
Ivor Steven (c) May 2025



Over at Weekly Prompts, the Monthly Colour Challenge for May is the colour Pink!
To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here
My poem is about ‘Crimson’, but I think it’s a darker shade of “Pink”
Yellow Into Crimson, Over and Over
.
Minutes before
. . . . . The drapes are drawn
And moments after
. . . . . The final curtain
The sunset’s
. . . . . Harlequin horizon
Mystically mutates
. . . . . From yellow to crimson

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Until Eyes Hear Sound
Lulu Books >> Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)

Perceptions:
Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >> Perceptions (lulu.com)

Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven © May 2025
“This wall, built of bricks
Breaks my spirit and my bones
Life’s hurdles are hard” … This Wall (a Senryu May 3rd, 2025)
Arriving and Leaving, Visiting Her
arriving
via the cemetery gate
holding her flowers
hands quivering
heart quickens
bowing silently
reminiscing
smiling
wondering why
closing time
and visiting time
co-exist in life
leaving
via the cemetery path
renewing goodbyes
crying silently
breathing slowly
smiling
wondering why
closing time
and visiting time
co-exist in life
Ivor Steven (c) May 3rd, 2025
Thanks For the Dance, or My Foot Went Numb (a Rhyming Tu-aiku)
My fingers are thumbs
I cannot pick up the crumbs
Nor pluck the ripe plums
My right foot went numb
Her eternal dance did come
Life is a hum-drum
Ivor Steven (c) May 3rd, 2025