A Wintry Escapee

A winter freeze escaped from jail

The cold blue-stone wind howled

Snapping the edge off brittle souls

Cutting lunar furrows on prisoner’s brows


Sleet and hail swept across the bay

Blowing penguins in from their polar play

Arriving on the ocean’s icy spray

A frozen sea of glacial grey

The gales watery corrugations swirled and waved

And the winter air blasted for days

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019


My night’s sleep was calm and sound

Despite the deafening noise of echos lost a found

I heard the midnight owl singing

Replaying tunes, of last years bells ringing


My blankets had not been disturbed

As if my shadow had slept unperturbed

And my mind had been emptied of yesterday’s wind burns

Then my morning song whispered the words, “sunshine returns”


Ivor Steven (c)  August 2019

Bananas, Strawberries and Ice-cream

Late tonight, and I’m listening to my ‘Sia’ music playlist

Pondering my life’s forever twists

Eating, bananas, strawberries and ice-cream

Here beside my bed, covered in poetry dreams


Tullawalla booklets, full of memories and rhymes

I’m not going to cease, writing this time

I heard her singing, “keep writing for me”

“let everyone know, how life should be”

“remain the lover of our trees”

“nurture your flowers for the bees”

“continue swimming in your favourite sea”

“keep your imagination free, for yourself and me”


Yeah, no matter what

I’m not going to stop

While my sky is still up top

I’ve more to write before I finally drop


Ivor Steven (c)  August 2019



Under my bed-covers

Engulfed by a shadowy moon

Awake too soon

Mind’s out of tune



Under my verandah roof

Hiding from the morning sky

Where you won’t see me cringe and cry

Wings have been clipped, I cannot fly



Under my courtyard tree

Avoiding the winter sun

No !  not another rerun

White gowns, again undone



Beyond my distant horizon

Bypassing the grey clouds above

Nurturing my foxgloves

Surviving the touch of her love


Ivor Steven (c)  August 2019


Awakening Bolt

I’m patiently waiting

In my Neurosurgeon’s rooms

The visit should’ve been a scheduled check-up

But here I am, explaining yesterday’s jolt

I had an episode whilst driving

I nearly caused an accident

I blacked out for a second

I lost power in my stroke affected arm and leg

I started to panic

I had to stop and rest

Fortunately I experienced

An immediate awakening

My senses came back

My quickened heart-rate slowed down

My specialist has banned me from driving

I’m to undergo scans next week

I’m confused and upset

I’m blessed and unhurt

There’ll be a week of having tests

Then I’ll be waiting for the results

Hopefully the outcome will be positive

And the awakening lightening bolt, was heaven sent

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019

Queens Park

The feature image above is a photo of a park bench in my favourite Park in Geelong, the spectacular Queens Park area. Glorious riverside walking tracks, and picnic areas, where I took these photos attached. And this where I wrote these two poems, sitting on the banks of the Barwon River, at a picnic spot near Buckley’s Falls, very peaceful and picturesque .       “Queens Park” in response to the Weekly Word Prompt >> Park… please click on the link to visit the Prompt site…..





Above Left: Buckleys Falls                                Above Right: Buckleys Falls, different angle




Above Left: The old Geelong paper mill          Above Right: Barwon River, in minor flood




Above Left: The Queens Park Golf Course      Above Right; Another view of the golf course




Above Left: The Barwon River is flowing fast  Above Right: My favourite spot




Above Left: The famous Queens Park Bridge  Above Right: Magpies enjoying the floods worms

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Above: End of the track, the minor flood stopped me here…..




Thinking about jumping into the waterfall from above

Diving into her churning pool of heartache, called love

Surging through the cascading rapids, of loves ups and downs

Settling upon her icy lake, where lovers often drown

Flowing down the valley river, to where all waterways meet

Trickling across her dry creek-bed, under the dampened sheet

Spreading amongst the delta swamp, both bitter and sweet

Flooding onto her warm salt flats, discovering the open heat

Spilling the water-lilies of love, over seas blue and deep

Joining her ocean of lost love, caressing her to sleep


Our Garden Seat


Beyond where anyone can see

Past the rain and pain

I’m bathing in the Milky-way

On the edge of the black sea

Away from yesterday’s heat

Under Eden’s golden tree

There’s a comfy garden seat

A resting place, for you and me





Ivor Steven (c)  August 2019

A Golden Love Story

I’m flying above the clouds silver lining

Layers of soft grey velvet

Travelling beyond the sky’s golden horizon

Searching for my heavenly star

Bright as the golden sun

To warm my soul with that blanket of love

Sewn together by golden threads

Crafted by her sacred hands

Resilient as violin strings

Playing a tune, on an angel’s golden harp

Praising the sound of faeries wings singing hallelujah

Resonating a melancholy song upon the gold dust in my blood

Restoring my sleeping heart of pure gold, to restart

Remembering the last chapter, of my golden love story


Yesterday I was introduced to an interesting form of poetry, by Irma of ‘I Do Run’….. from her friend Jason,  “Jason also introduced me to the Hay(Na)Ku poetry from. It is similar in brevity to the Haiku with three lines but the word (not syllable) count is 1-2-3. The Hay(Na)Ku was created by a Filipina poet named Eileen Tabios in 2003   ”  . So here is my first go at ‘Hay(Na)Ku’… below…..



True gold

Life’s cycle

And the same song by Amanda Palmer, this time with the lyrics, however I still become teary with both of these versions, the video above is a glorious visual experience, and below, reading along with the lyrics is also a moving experience……I enjoy both…..

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019

Tullawalla Booklets, at “Grill’d” On Pakington Street

Here I am at “Grill’d” On Pakington Street

Enjoying a few relaxing beers

I introduce myself to Ryan, chef and barman, in charge

We chat about our travel adventures

Then I happened to mention that I’m a writer

And he’s genuinely interested in my poetry booklets

After talking about the purpose of my writings

Ryan enthusiastically agrees to display a couple of my books

On the restaurant’s customer magazine rack

I’m humbled, and smiling, beyond pleased

I explain to Ryan, there’s an advert inside the covers

Informing the readers, that they may purchase the books

A few blocks down, on Pakington Street

At the counter of the M.S. Charity shop

With all proceeds going to the M.S. Society

I gratefully shake Ryan’s hand

And I say I’ll be back regularly, to change-over the booklets

Cheers To Ryan, and a sincere thank you to “Grill’d” On Pakington Street.


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Ivor Steven (c)  August 2019

Not Faux Flowers

In response to, Weekly Photo Prompts…Faux Flowers.  However I don’t have any false flowers, but here I’ve some photos of my “real” winter flowers in my courtyard garden.. Featured Image above: Drooping Violet.

Above Left: Begonia, dragon wing red             Above Right: Geranium, deep red

Above Left: Osteospermum, yellow                 Above Right: Bougainvillea, jazzi


The Flower Show


A yard full of blooms

The scene, a sea of colour

Flowering perfume


Ivor Steven (c)  August 2019