Tit Bits #2

The apple I ate today was pure white

did I do wrong, or was I right

to have the adulterated bite

knowing all eyes have imperfect insight


It’s a crying shame

that dreams aren’t the same

who’s to blame

for this loveless game

please give us some hope

so we may live to cope


The cracks are dark holes

chasms to the soul

leaking emotions of old

needing warmth from the cold


We all have our worth

here on mother earth.


Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Yellow And Green


There she silently stays

Baking under daily sun-rays

An old warriors chariot

Vehicle of love and riot

Deliverer of play and gain

Carrier of our angel in the rain

A working yellow submarine

Shipping friends and our queen

Transporting them all

Here and there, having a ball



I’m green with envy

Overnight, mother natures been

Healing my poison ivy

A miracle potion unseen


Mosaics of Autumn leaves

A queens robe of gold and brown

Warm quilts from the trees

Nurturing globes in the ground


Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Tit Bits

Oh, how I do over stretch

then like a faithful dog

I return after the chase and fetch

balancing life on a rolling river log


I was waiting last year

waiting last month

waiting last week

waiting yesterday

I’m waiting again tonight

I might as well keep waiting

Wait for what I’ve been waiting for


To see a crack in the wall

to stop your fall

may you grow tall

as the light calls


Anger is danger

anger is not love

danger is heavy

danger is not love

love is respect

love is not crushing


Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Morning Starshine

Asleep, out of view

dawn blazes through

blinds me from above

piercing my dreams of love

uncovering lines between sheets

exposed to the morning beat

letters sprinkle upon my pillow

inking words over loose halo’s


Reflective pages and blotches

wooden posts and hollow notches

under cracked leggo blocks

narrow jargon and hidden plots

inside poems of mine

glazed with her starshine.


Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Mango Smoothie

I’m reading sacred scriptures

searching for her leftover pieces

I drank a mango smoothie instead

to feed my word starved head


I’m following the score

winners cheating on soft hearts

Demons covering the doors

and angels cannot reach the charts


I’m laying her on a massage table

listening to a sad amble

I prod her skin deep

Shoulders, down to her feet


I’m rubbing salve over her soul

cleansing her masking sheet

Revealing wounded sandholes

bruised upon a pebble beach


I’m a healer who’s lost

Gravitated by her sorrow

How do I catch a falling arrow

And mend her broken cross


Ivor Steven (c)  2018



I’ve got a friend for twelve days.

Her name is Tina

She’s thirteen doggie years old

No trouble at all

Enjoying her stay

Eating well

Made herself at home

Sleeping on my bed

Just A Call Away

Another poem from my archives, that I’ve tinkered with, and rehashed slightly. The poem was written years before Carole passed, so the wording is quite ambiguous and introverted, and I’ll leave it up to your imaginations.

Just A Call Away


Waiting, when is she to summon me.

Pondering what might have been.

Writing to one and all a finale.

Pen to paper, wanting her to see.

How I survived the Tasman Seas.

Secretly thinking I’m the chosen one.

Wondering if it’s a selfish sin.

Aching to lose, so I may win.


Ivor Steven (c)  2018.

My Little Piece Of “Mother” Earth, And “Father” Time Watching On

My courtyards bathed in morning sunshine.

I’m caringly watering various pot-plants.

Leisurely spraying droplets upon natures greenery.

Cacti and Succulents adorn rough timber shelves.

Previously Mum’s desert treasures.

She adored their smooth pastel hues.

Nurturing them like they were babies.

And now, I do too.

Living reflections of her love.

Reigning over us from above.

Below a sage bush, the tiny flower’s a mauve colour.

Rescued from the old homestead, Tullawalla.

Also saved were Dad’s gorgeous orchids,

And his stunning Day-lily, a vivid ruby-red.

Wind-bells chiming, I’m visualizing Dad walking by.

Wearing that Aussie Akubra shading his head.


The tomatoe Rapunzel climbs up high.

Bearing cherry-like fruit a plenty.

Entwining a Bougainvillea vine’s winding tall.

Purple flowers colourfully named Jazzi.

My favourite Geranium’s in full bloom.

The deepest dark red you’ll ever see.

Groomed from a small cutting, a glorious find.

Osteospermum, a yellow like daisy, looks divine.

Standing beside a hardy savivor, Limonium Blue.

Pots of natural herbs of onion and garlic chives.

And the strongly aromatic Lip Balm Monarda.

Overlooking the scenic array, Dad’s hanging basket.

A Drooping Violet soaking in moistening dew.

Our wedding flower, a memento of you.


Dad’s Hanging Basket Plant, a Drooping Violet, ah yes, he knew..


Ivor Steven (c)  2018


Welcome to Your Song — A Community Collaboration! On March 2, By DanicaPicheIn Creative Writing & Music Mash-Up

Everyone is Welcome., Join in via Danica.   https://danicapiche.com/2018/03/02/welcome-to-your-song-a-community-collaboration/

For the readers that know me, they’ll be saying, “Of course Ivor will be writing about Leonard Cohen as his favourite singer/songwriter”. And that’s so true. I’ve actually never written an article about Leonard Cohen, and I’m feeling quite apprehensive about doing so. I’m thinking that what ever I try to say, will be totally inadequate to do justice to my  inspiration, my saviour, my source of solace through troubled times, and my soothsayer in everything that I try to achieve in my writings. The featured photo above is of my first two Vinyl LP’s by Leonard. On the right, “Songs Of Leonard Cohen” 1967, and on the left, the famous photo of Marianne on the cover of his second Album, “Songs From A Room” 1969. Marianne died 3 months before Leonard Cohen, and here is a piece of what he wrote to her just before she passed.   “our bodies are falling apart and I think I will follow you very soon. Know that I am so close behind you that if you stretch out your hand, I think you can reach mine.” * And below the return letter, that was published on The Leonard Cohen Facebook site, after he had passed, November 7th 2019.

*Wikipedia, Leonard Cohen.

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And now I’m feeling quite emotional, and all my friends on WordPress will be saying, “Ivor will be crying now”, and yes, they’re right too. Best I move on to a few of my favourite songs(all his songs are my favourites), from his first LP, “One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong”

And I think it’s appropriate that I choose a song from his last Album, which was released only a month before Leonard passed at the age of 83, “You Want It Darker”, and the stand-out track for me is, “If I Didn’t Have Your Love”, the lyrics are superbly sublime.

There’s so much more I would like to write, but I’ll leave that up to the Biographers. I shall mention a favourite poem of mine, also written by Leonard late in his life, a reasonably long poem, but well worth the read, “Happens To The Heart” . https://www.leonardcohenfiles.com/happens.html    . In closing below is an article, also posted on The Leonard Cohen Facebook site, by his son Adam.   And a big thank you to Danica for giving me the opportunity/prompt to present a post about Leonard Cohen.