Bohemian Lyrics

What we imagine

And what is real

Are not the same deal

Dust, life’s spicks and specks

Are blended, inside earth’s vortex

We’re only our solar system’s subjects

And beyond the gathering grey clouds

There is, the stars sheltering shroud


Whatever the words, let them roll

Whatever the feelings, let them be our soul

Gaea’s translucent words, touches the air we breath

Captivating lyrics, within the whispering trees

Ancient lines drawn in the sand

May be erased by forgiving hands


Time deflects in the end

Time rewinds and amends

Love is the world’s mystical lotion

Love is an empty hearts’ bohemian


Featured Image:  Pinterest….Gaia – (a. Celu, Gaea, Terra, Mother Earth) Greek goddess of the Earth.


Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019

Feet and Excuses

Hello dear readers, I’ve written two Haiku’s recently, and I’m going to present them here as one piece, I have a feeling they might like to dance together…..



Truly nature’s treat

Standing amongst forest trees

Earth’s caressing feet



Life’s, not excuses

The word, does not have uses

Let nature’s feet dance


Ivor Steven (c) October 2019

Promote Yourself Monday, October 21, 2019

A happy Monday to my dear readers. Come join in the fun at The Go Dog Go Cafe’s free event – Promote Yourself Monday! Come share one of your best poems/pieces with over 5,000 patrons. Show off your work and tempt them to follow you?

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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

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Poseidon’s Sinking

I was told

Love makes the world

Go around

But when I see a globe

I do frown

And I’ve been mistaken

For a red-nosed clown

Or an all-day sucker

A silly blue moon

On a plastic stick

Laughing at our ground

Overflowing with waste

Thrashing and splashing

Gasping polluted air

Earth’s starting to drown

Swallowing on greens and browns

From her melted crown

And Poseidon’s sinking down


Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019

Mosquitoes and Bees

Feature Image: My photo of, Barbara Roe Hebb’s, sculpture, “Pollen Pals”, at the Geelong Sculptors Inc. Annual Exhibition, 101 Ryrie Street, Geelong, where the theme of the exhibition was, ‘Who’s Your Muse’, and I’m presenting this poem for the writers part of the event, tomorrow afternoon.



Mosquitoes and Bees 


I was asked the question, “who’s your muse”

My mind flew into overdrive, now I’ll have to chose

Years ago the answer would have been, my Queen

The lady who was always in my dreams

Living longer than her, altered my life’s mission

Spending time alone, enlightened my vision

Mindful thoughts were constantly buzzing

I’d learnt enough to know, this world’s not humming


Nature’s lifeblood, mosquitoes, bees

And the air we breath, sheltered by life giving trees

Are the persecuted convicts of corporate greed

Leaving us, the planet’s custodians, begging on our knees

The bees pollinating wings, have been broken

And purifying forests, have been stolen

It’s time, to dismount the angel’s white ponies

And ask my muse Melpomene, please save earth’s colonies




Time Jesum Transeuntum et Non Riverentum, Lyrics

Nick Cave, Dirty Three

We were called to the forest
And we went down
A wind wind blew warm and eloquent

We were searching for the secrets of the universe
We rounded up demons and forced them
To tell us what it all meant

We tied them to trees
And broke them down, one by one
On a scrap of paper they wrote these words

(And as we read them, the sun broke
Through the trees)

Dread the passage of jesus, for he will not return
Then we headed back to our world
And left the forest behind
Our hearts singing with all the knowledge of love

But somewhere, somehow, we lost the message
Along the way
And when we got home, we bought ourselves a house

And we bought a car that we did not use
And we bought a cage,and two singing birds
And at night we’d sit and listen to the canary song

For we’d both run right out of words
Now the stars they are all angled wrong
And the sun and the moon refuse to burn

But I remember a message
In a demon’s hand

Dread the passage of jesus, for he does not return
He does not return
He does not return

Ivor Steven (c) October 2019