The Universe and My Backyard


The Universe and My Backyard


Outside alone, stoically I stand

Old toes gripping into cold sand

Here my lawn cover is sparse

But I see the universe in a blade of grass


Under my feet I feel our planet’s ground

Above I see a grey sky swirling around

As the sun hides behind trees and clouds

And my backyard gardenย grows lush and proud


Inside, I’m surrounded by a world of sound

Old fingers typing a rhyme of words yet to be found

As the studio rhythm inspires my pen to speak

And my writers haven is where dreams flow vivid and sweet



Ivor Steven (c)ย  March 2020


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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

33 thoughts on “The Universe and My Backyard”

    1. Thank you Jez, I’m humbled by your kind and generous support to reblog my little poem on your fabulous site. It’s early Wednesday morning here, and you’ve made my backyard world turn into happy Universe ๐ŸŒŽ๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ๐Ÿค—๐ŸŒž


    1. Thank you Rachel…we’re in lock down now, and us elderly are to stay at home…. only to go out for essential supplies… I’m coping well in my little universe… stay well…take care… ๐Ÿ’™๐ŸŒ

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      1. Time will tell Rachel… Here’s a special uplifting poem for you Rachel…… I’ve not posted It yet, maybe next week…. I think this is one of my good pieces….

        “Blossom Over Jerusalem

        I write about the purple moon
        That eats the night with a silver spoon
        I write about the yellow sun
        That bathes our day with gold by the ton
        I hear the birdโ€™s morning songs
        They caress the worldโ€™s souls, right or wrong
        I hear the animalsโ€™ mighty roars
        They remind us of the great outdoors
        I see the blue sky above
        Where lifeโ€™s white doves carry our love
        I see the green pastures, beyond Jerusalem
        Where lifeโ€™s fruit trees blush with blossom”

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