Poetry/Australia – Page 25 – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

A Pretty Poet Fairy

Above, the pretty poet fairy and my neighbouring stallholder, Meagan

A Pretty Poet Fairy

We all believe in the magical world of fairies
And we all know about
The mischievous toadstool fairies
And the benevolent tooth fairies
Naiads and Nymphs are nature’s
Wondrous water-bound fairies
And I personally chat to the Dryads
Our wise and protective tree fairies

Today, at the Makers Market
I was lucky enough
To meet a pretty poet fairy
She was curiously fascinated
By my yellow ‘Lucky-dip’ bucket
“Dig deep, and take a poem home”

“May I?” she politely asked
“You are more than welcome”
She gently grabbed a lucky envelope
and sweetly grinned
“May I take one for my sister”
“Yes, of course”
“Oh, I have a little sister too!
Amused, I said, “No worries”
“And my dad likes poetry too!”
“That’s lovely, you must have a wonderful dad”
Her enchanting smile made my day

Ivor Steven (c) June 2025

Redefining My Lines

Redefining My Lines

I was a brittle piece of old oak
After suffering my three strokes
Which had left me in a dim coal mine
Where I was a fish out of water
Left hanging on the line
To shudder and totter

Recovery was a gradual incline
That felt like a slippery alpine
But I kept on thinking
Everything would be fine
If I never stopped dreaming
Of redefining myself, on cloud nine

In my adaptable mind
I have thrown myself a new lifeline
Via a bundle of woolly Canadian twine
And it is now my time
To enjoy a new bed of roses and wine

Ivor Steven (c) June 2025

Throwback Friday, Floating on the Moon

Today’s Throwback Friday was written in January 2021

Hello readers and followers, today, I am continuing with my theme of “Moom” poems. If you need to chat with me, “I am up here floating on the moon.“

Floating On The Moon

I am not always wrong
And at times, I may have been right
Behind my mask, I smile
And at times, I grimace

Numbness has entered my bones
Clumsiness guides my pen
Awkwardness precedes my stride
Uneasiness resonates in my voice

I am not able to walk on water
And at times, I have sunk like a stone
I live within my soul’s cocoon
And at times, I am floating on the moon

Ivor Steven (c) June 2025

My Dark Apparition

My Dark Apparition

I saw a mellow sun
Melt into a grey sky
I saw a shallow moon
Fall under a dark curtain
I sliced the sickly atmosphere
With the Reaper’s shadowy sickle

I heard a little wattlebird
Tip-toeing through the broken trees
I listened to a killer whale
Crawling along a black, oily beach
I felt the stained seashells
Squelch into my murky footprints

I was dozing on a bed of tanbark
And after my brown eyes opened
I wondered. Was I having a nightmare
Or was my dark apparition real?

Ivor Steven (c) June 2025

Do Snails Have Toes?

Frosty meadows under the early morning moon

I am always thinking of the many seasons that have been, and those that are gone … Presently, I am thinking of the winter season ahead for ‘Theo the Tomato Tree’

Do Snails Have Toes?

Autumn recedes
nestles down
below the ground’s
leafy gown

Winter howls at the door
uninvited
frost clings to the chrome
toes cringe on the cold floor

Bed-sheets creak and groan
alone, I moan
icy teardrops
and salty snowflakes
do not stop

Spring waits
under the powdery snow
and I wonder
do snails have toes?

Ivor Steven (c) June 2025

A Darwin Orange Sunset

A Darwin Orange Sunset

Twilight’s
Burly orange sky
Bedazzled my eyes
When
The hessian horizon
And the sun’s waxing resin
Flung
Streams of yellow beams
Across the paddock’s
Furrowed seams

Golden ponds
Flooded
Over the meadow
But did not drown
The field’s residing
Scarecrow

The arbitrary warrior
Accepted the world’s
Rotary mirror
And innately smiles
About being a human’s
Privileged curator

Ivor Steven (c) June 2025

How, When and Why?

“As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.” ~ Carl Jung

Thank you to Gigi for her thought-evocative “Questions” article, >> https://gigisrantsandraves.wordpress.com/2025/06/12/questions-11/
which inspired me to write this questionable poetic response.

Mysterious Alien spacecraft trails in the morning sky

A healthy-looking Theo, after spending the frosty night under his beach umbrella

How, When, and Why?

Too many unanswerable questions for me
“They” say all life originated from the sea
But that doesn’t explain how we came to be

I’m here talking to Theo the Tomato Tree
About how he survived last night’s Jack Frosty
And we’re waiting for “those aliens” next corroboree

When will “They” mystically reprogram the story?
That mum told me about the birds and the bees
… Ivor’s uncorroborated theory!

Ivor Steven (c) June 2025

A Mother’s Sacred Shroud

Eugi’s Poem and Image

life in a fairytale world
blissed by cotton candy clouds
seemingly a safe harbor
reset optional

Moonwashed Musings Weekly Prompt >> Let one or more words in my poem be your inspiration.>>
https://amanpan.com/2025/06/10/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-june-10-2025/

A Mother’s Sacred Shroud

There is a narrow blue causeway
Below the evening’s wintry clouds
And twilight’s golden sunbeams
Are reaching outward
Like a Mother’s sacred shroud

I am feeling humble and proud
That Mother Nature’s grand projector
Allowed me to witness silently
Her ceremonious celestial splendor

Ivor Steven (c) June 2025

A Synchronized Dream

Micropoetry is an ultra-short form of poetry, typically under 25 words or 140 characters. It blends creative brevity with precise language, characterized by sharp imagery and emotional depth, while allowing diverse interpretations. My poem below is 24 words.

A Synchronized Dream (a Micropoem)

Today’s full moon
Caresses my eyes
And the sky’s new rainbow
Impresses me to realize
I need not apologize
For dreaming about
Tomorrow’s sunrise

Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Perceptions:

Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
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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

Colourful Anomalies

Geranium (Ruby), Bougainvillea (Jazzi), and Begonia (Dragon Wing Red)

Bromeliads, Billbergia nutan (Tears of Joy), and Neoregelia Medusa

Colourful Anomalies

I am pondering, like Rodin’s “The Thinker”
We are in the second week of winter
And here I perceive among my courtyard flowers
Several unseasonal anomalies
Maybe it’s because my garden is enclosed
And sheltered from winter’s winds and frosts
Whatever the reason, nature has been well-disposed
Toward my plant’s colourful displays
Of Geranium, Bougainvillea, Begonia, and Bromeliads

Ivor Steven (c) June 2025