The Moon – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Full Moon Rising

In the hush of a calm bay, the moon lifts above the palms as if ready to whisper its small truth to the night.

Full Moon Rising

There is a hush in the air
Below the full moon’s stare
Silence is golden
Eveningtide unfolding
The bay is dead calm
As the moon glares
Through Rippleside’s palms

“Why look at me
I’m only a tiny spirit
in the universe’s eternal sea.“

“Scan beyond your sandy quay
to find your celestial key.”

Ivor Steven © March 2026

Who’s Watching Whom

Featured Image Above: Created by Copilot and me.

With two sharp‑eyed magpies and a pale daytime moon looking on, this little poem takes flight as a whimsical protest — a light‑feathered reminder that even the quiet watchers on the fence have something to say about the state of our cluttered world.

Who’s Watching Whom

I’m perched on the fence,
wondering about the world’s
lack of common sense,
and I ask the moon,
“Is there no end to this gloom?”

“Do not worry, my feathered friend –
this is not the end.”

“Soon there will be enough elbowroom
for everyone’s nom de plume
in the planet’s master bedroom,
after Mother Nature has donned
her cleaning costume,
and swept all of the needless showrooms,
backrooms, ballrooms, and boardrooms.”

“And the people should all help groom
their own untidy playrooms
with those unused yardbrooms.”

And here’s a song that hums along with the magpies’ quiet protest…

Ivor Steven © February 2026

Confetti Clouds

Featured Image Above: Daylight moon, slipping through confetti clouds — a silent witness to the world’s warring manoeuvrers, drifting apart.

Confetti Clouds

I’m slip-sliding downward
from behind the morning clouds –
or are they earth’s mourning shrouds,
discarded by the world’s warlords
then shredded into propaganda streamers,
to deceive all the invisible dreamers?

I am an unbiased, timeless observer
who has witnessed every violent crowd’s
mismanaged, murderous manoeuvre.

Ivor Steven © January 2026

A Mid-morning Affair

Listen while reading: Sigur Rós – Vaka (Untitled 1).

A Mid-morning Affair

Out beyond the doorway
Facing the great southern sky
I look up sideways to the east
And the mid-morning sun
Discovers my squinting eyes
Then I turn to the west
Where the mid-morning moon
Shyly locates my awakened stare

Here I stand, fair and square
Between the sun’s golden flare
And the moon’s untold affair

I wonder about the world’s current despair
Or should I declare
“Why is the world in such disrepair”

Ivor Steven (c) December 2025

A Lunar Surprise

After weeks of angry skies and biting winds, the moon returned—smiling, serene, and softly settling into the horizon’s embrace. I paired this poem with ELO’s Mr. Blue Sky, a song that lifts the spirit just as the moon lifted mine. May it brighten your night as it did mine.

A Lunar Surprise

After weeks of angry skies,
And cold winds that stung our eyes,
It was a pleasant surprise
To see your smily whiteface,
Before you settled down into place
Upon the horizon’s pillowcase.

Ivor Steven (c) October 2025

Moon Crossing (a Tanka)

Moon Crossing (a Tanka)

I see the white moon
Crossing the afternoon sky
I hear the moon sigh
“Why do I shine so brightly?
When my light falls on dark eyes”

Ivor Steven (c) August 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

The Sound of the Full Moon’s Aura

The Sound of the Full Moon’s Aura

Did you hear, during the night
The sound of the full moon’s ambiance
Oh, what a fantastic sight
Embracing the world’s circumference
With an aureola of light

I was tired and overwhelmed
But now I’m positively feeling alright
Knowing, I have my guiding light at the helm

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

Behind the Mourning Clouds

Behind the Mourning Clouds

From behind the mourning clouds
The ancient moon peers down

Wearing a judge’s yellow crown
The moon knowingly frowns
Upon the maddening crowd

Congregating on opposite bluffs
Of the ever-widening Gulf
Between diamond cuffs and shoeshine buffs

The moon then proudly dons
The unworn sacred shroud
And judiciously ordains
“This is your final countdown”

Ivor Steven (c) February 2025

Don’t Blame the Moon

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word Pookie. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here.
“Pookie” is a common euphemism for something cute. Well, I suppose my ‘strange orange rocks’ or my ‘smiling moon’ could be cute.

Don’t Blame the Moon

I see strange orange rocks
Among the fallen branches and leaves
Discerningly, time reminds me
They were not there yesterday

Enquiringly, I look up to the sky
And I see the moon smiling at me
As if to say, “Don’t blame me”