The Ripple Effect – Ivor Steven

My poem “The Ripple Effect” published at FREE VERSE REVOLUTION Magazine, a sincere thank you to the editor Kristiana, for kindly considering my poem…….


I’m an old branch of driftwood on the beach

Why do they think the fire within me is out of reach

I see our universe in a blade of grass

And every barricaded window is only a piece of glass

Our combined pointed scratches will shatter panes into light

Every sharp word we write, will be another molar bite

Every tiny drop in the river, eventually flows into the sea

Every little ripple on the lake, begins a wave set free


Do not be quiet, speak proudly, and have a say

Our voices are amassing strength, do not delay

The cloudy silence, enforced by corporate powers

Cannot be the way to nurture our earth’s flowers

Ivor is a part-time plumber, former Industrial Chemist, and now a serious writer of poetry. He has had numerous poems (not books) published, in on-line magazines. He is an active member of the Geelong…

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Throwback Friday, Write To Me, by Ivor Steven

A post I published on ‘Go Dog Go Cake’ in the ‘ Throwback Friday’ edition…..

Go Dog Go Café

Write To Me

Write to me, please

All I can do is quietly listen

Listen, to your sweet voice

Soothing my throbbing soul

Write to my swollen eyes

My life is becoming blurry

And my reading’s in over-freeze

Like in the bible’s first Eve

Write to my broken voice

Your’s always sounds like an angel

Gently baptising my ears

And caressing my absent mind

Write to my fallen heart

Mine’s still here to share

Always so true and soft

Like a lover’s morning kiss

Please write to me

And set me free

Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020

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Knock Me Down with A Feather (Revised)

The winds may be strong

In the direction of my swan song

Blowing fresh upon my face

I feel a roar from grace


Crooked feathers do fly

Old feathers become dry

Angel’s wings soaring on the wind

Angel’s failing wings are left behind


After the breakages

There’s a wreckage


And I must restart the race again

For aching bones it’s a strain

Too many pieces down the drain

Every time I shower in the hard rain


I see the misty waves above old cascades

And a golden rainbow elopes downhill on roller blades

Where true words are found deep in the everglades

And I’m not afraid to call my dirty pitchfork a silver spade


“A big thank you to David Repath, for reminding me of this song by Bob Dylan, and for kindly supplying me with the lyrics, to this incredible song…. ”



Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020

Ever Grain Of Sand, Lyrics by Bob Dylan

In the time of my confession,

in the hour of my deepest need

When the pool of tears beneath my feet

floods every newborn seed

There’s a dying voice within me

reaching out somewhere

Toiling in the danger

and the morals of despair

Don’t have the inclination

to look back on any mistake

Like Cain, I now behold this chain

of events that I must break

In the fury of the moment

I can see the master’s hand

In every leaf that trembles,

in every grain of sand

Oh, the flowers of indulgence

and the weeds of yesteryear

Like criminals, they have choked the

breath of conscience and good cheer

The sun beams down upon the steps

of time to light the way

To ease the pain of idleness

and the memory of decay

I gaze into the doorway

of temptation’s angry flame

And every time I pass that way

I’ll always hear my name

Then onward in my journey

I come to understand

That every hair is numbered

like every grain of sand

I have gone from rags to riches

in the sorrow of the night

In the violence of a summer’s dream,

in the chill of a wintry light

In the bitter dance of loneliness

fading into space

In the broken mirror of innocence

on each forgotten face

I hear the ancient footsteps

like the motion of the sea

Sometimes I turn,

there’s someone there,

other times it’s only me

I am hanging in the balance

of the reality of man

Like every sparrow falling,

like every grain of sand

~ Bob Dylan

My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn(Revised)

This midweek’s challenge was meant to be the word Narrow, but someone beat us to the post, so we’ve gone with the opposite and used the word BROAD!  Please go over and visit the “Weekly Prompts” fabulous site by clicking >>Here.  Below, my unusual and overly broad poem, has both ‘narrow’ and ‘broad’ within the contentious meaning of my poem…..


My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn


I saw a broad sign, painted by His hand

the words, I did not understand

I thought why? Put another brick in wall

ascending the crooked ladder, too afraid to fall

there I stood alone, and stared

above the galaxy’s glare

my retinas were burning

last night’s moon had fallen

beyond the broad blue dawn

and my neighbour wasn’t mowing his lawn

I then saw in our narrowing crevasse

the universe, in a blade of grass



Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020

Lost Nights

Here on my “Go Dog Go Go Cafe” site, Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge. Today’s prompt: Use the words “dangerous thoughts” in a piece of poetry or prose.

I read about the prompt before I went to bed last night, and during the night I had a little dream/nightmare, and at 3.00am I wrote this ‘Senryu’….. hmmm……maybe I shouldn’t read these prompts just before I go to sleep….


Lost Nights


My dangerous thoughts

Remain locked away in dreams

No more liaisons



Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020

A Star Of Hope

This morning I entered my garden

My own personal Eden

And softly caressed hope **

The star of my night’s telescope


The night sky

Cries goodbye

My star above

Cries for love

Our universe sings

On my angel’s wings


I dream of flying

My inspiration to keep trying

Come what may

Of nature’s ways

On wet or dry hay

Us lovers did play


Under a happy blue sky

After swimming the bay

And crossing a dying stream

I held onto our dream

In a field of flowering yellow

I heard our song on a cello


** Featured Image above: A photo of my Philodendron selloum, called “Hope”



Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020