A Time Piece Named “My Space”


Here where I sit and write

Under my cosy verandah

I now have a new clock

Hanging on a roof post

A purchase from the MS shop

With a large Parisian style face



Most of my courtyard items

Are fondly given names

And in keeping with my space-craft theme

“Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space” – (Itmims)

I’ve appropriately tagged the time piece

After the ‘MS’ initials, “My Space”




Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Time Needs No Command

I bought a clock yesterday, to hang under my verandah today. Now time is close at hand, giving me notice of her demands… This poem is a repost from this Time last year.

Time Needs No Commands

                                   

The white moon has fallen late

A new daytime awaits

Rollover out of dream time

Rollover to the edge of time

Leave midnight’s caressing lullaby

And discover the blue curtain sky

It’s time to stretch and yawn

It’s time to feel the misty dawn

Stand in front of time’s open hands

Stand stoically upon time’s ancient land’s

The cloudy skies of daylight do fly

As moments of time flow swiftly by

Time moves on, needing no command

The sands of time, wait for no man




Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

The Reincarnation of a Pumpkin

My poem today, is in response to a Halloween Prompt from Ingrid, at “Experiments In Fiction”, you can visit the Prompt and her site by clicking on this link >> https://experimentsinfiction.com/2020/10/24/eif-poetry-challenge-8-halloween-special/

The Reincarnation of a Pumpkin


My locked bubble is about to go boom

A year I’ve been a stranger in my own tomb

Under a pumpkin lid, hiding my gloom

Where my world was a rotting cave of doom



Now these orange walls are my life-giving womb

Being reborn like a smiling old groom

I’m breaking away from the master’s dead blooms

Escaping on the green witch’s magical broom



Flying over the full moon of autumn

Where I’ll be able to wear my mask and costume

Hidden under my orange Kaftan from Khartoum

And I’ll invade the newsrooms, and all the children’s bedrooms




Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Time on the Moon With a Tea and Lime


Time on the Moon With a Tea and Lime



now and then

I see the sunrise again

sip on tea and lime

and dream for a time



where are you old friend

hiding your face until the end

and I hear a distant tick-tock

buried under weathered rock



when it’s all said and done

my words fall one by one

inking blues, line after line

and I care not the time



and sand flows drop by drop

from the timeless clock

touching her silent cocoon

on the far side of the moon




Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Nightmare Whispers Vols I, II & III



Here’s the link to Vol I https://books2read.com/Nwthedarknesswithin/
Here’s the link to Vol III https://books2read.com/Nwwhatremains/

link to the collection https://books2read.com/NwTheCollectionbooks2read.combooks2read.com



Available now at your favorite digital store!The Collection by Fae Corps Publishing, Andrew McDowell, Arianna Sebo, Austen Miles, BF Vega, Brittany MacDonald, Charles Kelley, Deedra Nichole, Edward Ahern, Gary Wosk, Ivor Steven, J. Benjamin Sanders Jr, Jenean McBrearty, John Grey, K. T. Seto, Lily M. Snow, Kari Leigh Sanders, Michael Guzman, Robert Beveridge, Paul O’Neill, Raz T. Slasher, Rose J Fairchild, Steven McQuiggan, Serena Mossgraves, Thomas Sturgeon Jr, Tish MacWebber, Valkyrie Howard, Vonnie Winslow Crist, Z.L. A., Lisa Poff (31 kB)


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Promote Yourself Monday, October 26, 2020

Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site….. Visit the Go Dog Go Cafe and Promote Yourself Monday site, by clicking on below > “view original post here”

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My Blue Statice Blooms Today

Todays poem is a repost from 2 years ago, and today my gorgeous plant Blue Statice (Limonium perezii Blue) is in full bloom again. And a year ago the poem was published in a local anthology called “Writeabout- Two”



My Blue Statice Blooms Today



Love is a dirty word when I’m alone

Nervously shaking to the bone

Hearing myself rattle unseen

Anxiously sweating, feeling unclean

Awakening, my eyes slowly open

Nightmares diminish, now forgotten

The wind carries sunlight through my dawn’s clouds

My courtyard flowers, stand radiant and proud

Listening, I hear the bird’s morning calls

My gloominess gradually stalls

Sounds of music vibrate the walls

Nature’s crescendos fill my heart’s empty halls

Love is a dirty word no more

Love is within my skins every pore



Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Did You Forget Something?

In response to CalmKate’s Friday Fun Photo Prompt, “Odd One”. https://aroused.blog/2020/10/24/friday-fun-odd-one/


Did You Forget Something



Ahh!! There he is again

On the other footpath

Trying to look

Inconspicuous

But he stands out like

Dogs balls



Awkwardly fumbling

In his pockets

Desperately searching

Red-faced from embarrassment

He’s flustered

Then he drops it



Now, everyone can see

The item he found

There on the dirty ground

His face Mask unbound




Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

A Planter Box

A big thank you to Dwight Roth, for providing me with the inspiration to write this post today… here’s his fabulous haiku from earlier today ..

When life overwhelms

Focus on what’s important

Nature’s beauty calls”



A Planter Box



I’ve been busy gardening

Soulfully so relaxing

And I’ve built a planter box

Out of leftover roof stocks

Large enough for cucumber seedlings

Their dream home for the warm season

Fertile soil and nurturing watering

To Produce a harvest worth devouring

Ten weeks away my first feast

Enough to feed the kids from the east




Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Time Strolls (revised)

This week’s Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts is; AUTUMN STROLLS. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE . The poem “Time Strolls” is my slightly abstract response to the prompt… When nothing is for sure anything can happen”




Time Strolls



I’m no sleepy koala

Nor a pretty brolga

I’m stoic and ancient, like Mount Olga

An old scribe from Tullawalla



You cannot feel my heart

Nor can you see my star chart

I’m an astronaut without a spacecraft

An old pilot from the lost Ark



I’m not flying alone in the dark

Nor will I swim among the hungry sharks

I’m a dreamer fishing for humanities restart

An old disciple waiting to disembark

The Olgas (modern title) is a set of impressive domes to the west of Ayers Rock. Believed to originate from a similar time as Ayers Rock, they are made up of 36 formations, although they are thought to have been one huge piece of rock, much like Ayers, that has weathered over millions of years. They lay 35kms west of Ayers Rock(Uluru) along Lasseter Highway and have a slightly different make-up to their better-known neighbour. The highest point is Mount Olga, rising to 546m above ground, some 200m higher than Ayers Rock. It’s about 22kms around the circumference (Ayers Rock is about 10kms)



Ivor Steven (c) October 2020