Time Hears No Sound – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Throwback Friday, Pockets Full of Stone

Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in July 2024) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the second poem in the Humour section of Chapter 9, Humour, Fantasy, and Fairyland: Timeless

Pockets Full of Stones

I would like to fly away
On this cold, wintry day
But my pockets are full of stones
And my old wings are fragile bones

My benevolent friend, the moon
Is hibernating in his orbital cocoon
So, I’m grounded with muddy toes
Stuck here on this frosty meadow

Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Tullawalla:

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for the Book, plus Postage.

Ivor Steven © January 2026

Throwback Friday, Are All the Doors Closed?

“Peace is not something you wish for; it’s something you make, something you do, something you are, and something you give away.”
— John Lennon

“When doors close, and wars roar, let peace be the key we choose to turn.”

Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in March 2024) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the third poem in Chapter 8, War: A Waste of Time

Are All the Doors Closed?

Scores of uncultured doors
Closed pores of the old stores
Hiding drawers of past accords
The forgotten ardours of wise mentors

Now, just condescending decors
to the new wars
Like cantankerous dinosaurs
with itchy bedsores

Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Tullawalla:

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OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.

Ivor Steven © December 2025

Geelong Writers Anthology 2025

On Wednesday evening, I attended the launch of the 2025 Geelong Writers Anthology. My poem, “A Darwin Orange Sunset”, appears in the collection, and I was genuinely honoured to be selected by my peers at Geelong Writers Inc.

The gathering was held alongside our Christmas Break‑up night, which added a lovely sense of community and celebration to the occasion.

I’m also pleased to share that the poem will feature in my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound, in Chapter 2: Nature — An Unbiased Time Keeper.

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

To accompany the poem, I’ve chosen Zach Bryan’s “Something in the Orange” — a song whose quiet ache and twilight glow echo the mood of the piece.

Ivor Steven © December 2025

Throwback Friday, The Voice (a Monologue)

Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in September 2023) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the second poem in Chapter 7, Governments and Leaders: Behind the Times

The Voice (a Monologue)

Do not yet shut your doors
But give me leave to speak with you and yours
Do not yet turn away?
The time I ask of you is brief for what I have to say
Join me in the shade of this country’s trees
My ancient words are free
But why listen to a language you cannot see
In the past, you have not heard my pleas
Forever! I have been treated harshly

I am a dream-time spirit bird
Flying within your boundaries seems absurd
You! Have clipped my wings
And unashamedly ripped apart my kin
You! Desecrated my sacred ground
For the price of two axes and a Pound
Yes! It’s time to sit without descent
On the sand inside your tribal tent

Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Tullawalla:

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ivorrs20@gmail.com … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.

Ivor Steven © December 2025

Throwback Friday, Flying Among The Clouds

Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in March 2025) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It opens Chapter 6, Travel and Life: Time Flies (Travel)

Flying Among the Clouds

I’m flying high
Cruising among the clouds
Fly with me
And the rest of my flock
Up here
There’s no need for a clock

Time gives no commands
Cruising among the clouds
Silently overseeing the crowd

Time always flies
At the same standard pace
There, in that space
Between daytime’s silvery moon
And twilight’s glittery sun

Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Tullawalla:

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OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.

Ivor Steven © December 2025

Throwback Friday, A Fire That Burns in the Cold

Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in July 2025) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears in Chapter 5, Dreaming: A Poet’s Favourite Pastime

A Fire That Burns in the Cold

From behind the trees,
And out of the grasses,
We cannot stop the fire
-That burning desire-
From soaring higher,
Higher than the entire
Starry, starry choir.

So, best we inquire
To the Almighty Supplier:
“Will there be a ceasefire
at the top of your golden spire?”

Ivor Steven (c) December 2025

Throwback Friday, Misplaced in Space

Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in July 2023) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It opens Chapter 4, The Universe: Infinity Times Infinity

Misplaced in Space

there is inner space
and there is outer space
I like to travel in both places
life is not race
my database
is my bookcase

I am yet to embrace
the coalface
face to face
and this human race
has misplaced
the meaning of grace
and lost the paper chase
to the corporate greed of cyberspace

tonight, I’m flying down to inner-space
aboard my “Itmims” spacecraft
to find a redeemable place
inside humanities headspace

Itmims: Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space

Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Tullawalla:

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ivorrs20@gmail.com … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.

“E” Day Tomorrow, and, Polishing Takes Time

“E” Day Tomorrow

Yes, it’s all about my new book, Time Hears No Sound. And my wonderful editor, Judy (from Jaymah Press), will be here at my home tomorrow for a meeting to review the proofreading I did of her draft copy of my manuscript. Another part of the correction process in preparing a polished manuscript before we decide to hand it over to the printers.

The image on the right is my Epilogue poem, which I added to the manuscript yesterday

Polishing Takes Time

Tomorrow the pages will breathe again,
their margins whispering corrections,
their commas waiting for release.

Around the table,
time will sit with us,
silent but attentive,
as Judy’s careful eyes
polish the echoes
into a voice that endures.

And when the pages rest,
their voices hushed in ink,
we will listen together
to the silence between words—
where time hears no sound,
yet carries every echo forward.

Ivor Steven (c) November 2025

Throwback Friday, Winter Sun

Today’s Throwback Friday poem is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears in Chapter 2, Nature: An Unbiased Timekeeper

Winter Sun

What my careless eyes perceived
My unprepared senses
Soon, I found out that they had been deceived
The day appeared sunny enough for a stroll
And I ventured into the afternoon cold
Ten steps out, a glacial wind took hold

The blustery arctic blast
Snapped every limb within grasp
My breath turned into icy glass
My ears were stabbed by frigid darts
My cheeks were slapped by gloves of frozen brass
And the winter sun failed to warm my heart

Ivor Steven (c) November 2025

“Time Hears No Sound,” is Progressing Well

Whoops: I’ve just updated this article … The scans below clearly indicate my progress. As is my way, once I have pressed the “Start Button”, it’s all systems full steam ahead, and there is no stopping this Poet from downunder while he is on a roll.
From my selected 189 poems, I have now categorized them into ’11 Chapters’ and have already completed Chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4

Short Introduction: Time Hears No Sound

Time doesn’t tick for the poet—it drifts, echoes, and sometimes disappears. In this fourth collection, I invite you to walk with me through landscapes where clocks are irrelevant and memory is the true measure. These eleven chapters explore time as myth, movement, silence, and resistance. From the cosmic to the coffee-stained, from war’s waste to fairy laughter, each poem listens for what time cannot say—and what we must.

Let the silence speak.

Introduction Poem

Lost and Found – or – There, Here, and Where?

There
Lying on solid ground
My shallow shadow wears no face
And utters no sound

Here
My outline bears no carapace

Where
On a graveside mound
I see my darkness
Waiting to be found

Chapters:

1. Once Upon a Time

2. Nature: An Unbiased Timekeeper

3. Time: Hears No Commands

4. The Universe: Infinity Times Infinity

5. Dreaming: A Poet’s Favourite Pastime

6. Travel and Life: Time Flies

7. Governments and Leaders: Behind the Times

8. War: A Waste of Time

9. Humour, Fantasy and Fairies: Timeless

10. Time’s Short Poems: Haiku, Tanka, etc.

11. Poetry in Slow Motion: Who’s Keeping Time?

Ivor Steven (c) October 2025