Transition
The daedal grey clouds hang motionless
There is not a breath of wind in the calmness
And the gliding birds look weightless
The afternoon sun remains inactive
Slumbering behind the sky’s silvery curtain
And there is a swelling aura of expectation
From the amazed audience standing at the station
All waiting for the beginning of the pilgrim’s mission
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Who’s the Pilot” is in this week’s edition.
To read the poem, please click the link below to visit my Coffee House Writers Magazine article.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/whos-the-pilot/
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Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Perceptions:
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Tullawalla:
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Ivor Steven © August 2025
Bon Voyage (a Haiku)
Bon voyage lunch at
The Gold Diggers Arms Bistro
Siblings celebrate
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Today, we gave ourselves a ‘Test Flight’ to the Cafe to see if my wings had recovered, and pleasingly, we navigated the outing without any major incidents.
Today’s Test Flight
Flying solo above the trees
Fluttering through the Bon Voyage clouds
Zipping over the nearby You Yangs
Out into the Southern Aurora sky
Then, across the world’s deepest ocean
Toward my dream’s mystical horizon
This is how my poem looks on my Instagram Site (ivors20)
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Beyond Today’s Sunset
Thank you for giving me shelter
But the time is approaching
When I must prepare
To leave this restful nest
The world’s northern sky awaits
With its sunsets’ beckoning horizon
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
I’ve only 12 days to go until I fly over to Canada. I’m on antibiotics and have been ordered to rest. Therefore, my blogging commitments will be minimal for the next 7days.
Feeling Stumped, But Not Grumpy
I have a badly inflamed throat
That feels like I’m swallowing
Broken needles and razor blades.
(Please don’t make me laugh.)
And I have an awful chest cough
That rattles and clangs
Like a grumpy polar bear in chains
On my rusty iron roof.
I’m physically lumpy and stumped,
But even though my body is trumped,
My mind is enthusiastic and pumped–
Ready for my flight to be happily humped
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Today’s Throwback Friday was written in April 2019, which was just before my trip to New York and Philadelphia. I have suitably revised my poem to coincide with my trip to Canada in “12” days.
Beyond a Blade Of Grass (Revised)
Believe it or not
I’m travelling around the block
Finally, I’ve refurbished my Itmims Yacht
And I’m about to discover a different spot
Reality has me flying to a new port
I’ve been invited to walk the walk
And talk about my amazing life
The long journey of endless strife
And how, the answer was found
From inside a body unsound
Go listen to the Messiah
You’ll not get any higher
Go reach for your stars
Dream of landing on Mars
Go steer a new T-model car
Even Victoria isn’t too far
Go find your favourite bike
Pedal your way to greater heights
Go explore, beyond your blade of grass
See the universe outside your heart of glass
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word Circumspection.
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Away With the Faeries
Walking in a dreamy haze,
Inside a bubble of days.
Yet hearing a silent morning chant,
From the intrigued missionary ant.
Talking to an unreadable cloud,
Ignoring the bewildered crowd.
Yet the sky is a warm winter blue,
And toes are sipping yesterday’s stew.
Meandering and wondering-
Then wandering toward today’s horizon.
A hessian bag of forests and mountains,
A stone’s throw away from tomorrow’s fountain.
An ocean beyond magpies and wallabies,
In a land of bearberries and faeries.
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
A Story Untold
Winter has been blatantly bold.
My wings are crusty and cold.
However, they are not feeling too old
To fly away from the fold,
And land upon a distant threshold
My safety scaffold
Has been put on hold.
Then, I wisely paroled
My Traveller’s blindfold,
And, as foretold,
Today, I became re-enrolled
To resume my story untold.
Ivor Steven (c) July 2025
Flying Away
A swift little fantail, or flashy wattlebird
A trusty magpie, or even a hardy crow
I’m not overly fussy or bossy
Actually, Air New Zealand
Was my preferred choice
Four hours to Auckland
Thirteen hours to Vancouver
Then a short trip to the Island’s
Victoria Airport
My hometown, Geelong
Is in the State of Victoria (Australia)
And here I am flying to Canada
Then, finishing up in Victoria
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Until Eyes Hear Sound
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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
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