An Orbiting Enterprise

Between the ionized clouds and I

There is a mystical digital sky

Between the lines in front of my eyes

There has been a thousand lows and highs

Between my grimaces and sighs

Have you espied my ultimate prize?

Between home realities and distant scribes

Who is the pilot of my Enterprise?

Between edgewise and lengthwise

When will Tullawalla arise to be baptized?

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

The Villain In Me

The poker faced cameraman said cheese

I thought, “I will have swiss cheese please”

The starter said, “Get on your marks”

Secretly, I was ready to fart

The referee pointed and said, “Get off the pitch

I swore, “Not my fault the guy was a bitch”

The train conductor said, “Who pulled that emergency cord?”

As I speed down the corridor on my skateboard

The teacher said, “Who wrote that silly limerick on the blackboard?”

And I hid behind the brick wall listening to Pink Floyd

The grumpy lecturer said, “Who lit that smoke-bomb in the Library?”

I was last seen mischievously rescuing the principal’s secretary

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

Tomorrow’s Song

The strongest and sweetest songs yet remain to be sung.” – Walt Whitman

Tomorrow’s Song

When I am old

Or, when I am older

Not if, but when

Alone my later years I will spend

I will listen to music at home

Croon along with Leonard Cohen

Read dusty books by poets and champions

Write simple words about bees and lions

When I am old

Living on leftover fools gold

I will hobble down smooth paths

Sip on tea and savour Guinness draughts

And thank my tiring tongue

For hungering what I have left undone

When I am old

Shivering from the cold

I will silently snuggle up in bed

Quietly chase dreams in my head

And thank my fading mind

For seeing what I have left behind

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

Is There Enough Time?

“The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.”
― Walt Whitman

Is There Enough Time?

I slept half awake during the night

And dawn arrived through half open sight

I began the warn morn half dressed

I bathed and stepped halfway into my best

I opened the front door halfway

And half peered down the sunny pathway

And I asked the half world of day light

Is half a day of sun, enough foresight?

Enough time to repair the world’s wrongs

Enough time to walk every worn furlong

Enough time for the living to grow strong

Enough time to write the next happy song

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

Promote Yourself Monday, April 12, 2021

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If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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“Tullawalla’s” Running Stitch

My new book “Tullawalla”, has now been released and to order the book, here are the links … Although at the moment the book is still “Temporally Available” at Barnes & Noble !!

Barnes and Noble..  Tullawalla by Ivor Steven, Kerri Costello, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® ( 

Amazon.. Tullawalla eBook: Steven, Ivor, Costello, Kerri, Harris, patricia: Books

“Inspiration is some mysterious blessing which happens when the wheels are turning smoothly.” ~ Quentin Blake.

This Saturday, the Weekend Challenge “Weekly Prompts” is Wheels . Please go over and vivsit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here.

Tullawalla’s” Running Stitch

Who is responsible for breaking my spinning top

The cogs of a Noble Press have suddenly stopped

Some say the wheel paused on a computer glitch

Others heard a dying mouse squeal like a witch

My niece saw a kangaroo jump on the ink switch

I have been told the illustrations are the hitch

That has been the organization’s weekly pitch

It’s time they fixed the son-of-a- bitch

And rewound “Tullawalla’s” running stitch

Because here in Geelong I have developed a nervous twitch

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

Heart Beats Anthology, Live Readings

I have three of my poems in the “Heart Beats” anthology, which was diligently edited by Lisa Tomey and published via her magazine site “Prolific Pulse” … and tomorrow I’ll be reciting my poems, along with the other fabulous authors, on a Live show that you are invite to attend…

All are invited to attend. 

Poetry Reading by Contributors to Heart Beats Anthology of Poetry

Saturday, Apr 10, 2021, 7:00 PM

Online event

8 Poetry Lovers Attending

We want to celebrate the publishing of Heart Beats Anthology of Poetry. Come celebrate with us as the contributors read their beautiful contributions to this anthology.

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 your attendance via Meetup, an online platform that makes it easy for community to gather in one place for an event.

If you miss the live reading or cannot attend, Lisa will be posting a recording of it to her Prolific Pulse Youtube Channel.

I will be attending the Saturday evening session… 7.00 pm EST… or in Australia on Sunday morning at .. 9.00 pm…

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

Invisible Why and When

At the moment I am reading Walt Whitman’s ‘Leaves of Grass and Selected Poems and Prose’ that I borrowed from the Geelong Library, and after reading only 60 pages, I am aready amazed enough to go ahead and purchase a copy for my bookshelf, and his writings motivated me to write the below poem today…

Invisible Why and When

In the midst of my life

I am still using her carving knife

Between here and there

I am still climbing through the air

Between blank lines and my velvet pen

I am still writing about invisible why and when

Between whom I hear and what I see

I am still searching for the olive tree

Between her star and the dark side of the moon

I can still reach the man with a silver spoon

Between her broken mirror and my empty glass

I can still feel the universe in a blade of grass

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021