Kissed By An Angel

Hello readers and followers, I am happy to say that I am home after my operation on my elbow and recovering well ..

Kissed By An Angel

According to ancient folklore

From foreign shores

I should be grateful

For being kissed on the cheeks by an angel

However, many moons ago

When I was a young beau

I had pimples in my dimples

Now I am old and single

My dimples look like moon craters

Full of freckles and wrinkles

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Time Watches Over Us

The words of this poem were inspired by comments that I left on Colleen’s and Donna’s post’s recently [ and ], and the Featured Image Above, is one of Derrick Knight’s fabulous photos [ ] …

Time Watches Over Us

ours is not to reason why

for we are merely a fly

in the bigger sky

just passing by


we do not stop learning

because every day

teaches us something new


we cannot cease loving

because every day

our universe

creates something new

for us to love


the wheels of time

do not stop turning

and grandfather clocks

do not stop chiming

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

In The Blink Of An Eye (a Tanka) is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my Tanka “In The Blink Of An Eye”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine.  … please click on the link below and visit my poem/Tanka, at Coffee House Writers …

A special thank you to Ingril of > , for recommending I watch the movie “The Diving Bell And The Butterfly”, and my Tanka below is a brief summary of my thoughts about the movie …

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In The Blink Of An Eye (a Tanka)
Once again, Ivor brings alive inspiration of the heart and mind.
Written byIvor Steven
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In The Blink Of An Eye

Tears on my pillow

Butterflies on the ceiling

I see silent bells

Where memories never drown

And imagination thrives

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

A Sudden Change of Plans

Ironically or coincidently, after re-posting several poems from my hospitalisation time three years ago … I suddenly found out that I am to be back in hospital for a short stay during the week … but I am only going up to level four, not that far from the ground floor, and within a short walk to the front door …

A Sudden Change of Plans

Early on Friday

I received a phone call

From the Geelong hospital

Informing me that my elective surgery

Was unexpectedly moved to be on next week

Then suddenly

Early this morning

Under the precautionary health guidelines

I was sent to be tested for the ‘Covid’ virus

And now I am in home isolation

For the next three days

Prior to my left elbow surgery

Early Wednesday morning

If everything goes according to plan

And all being well

I should be home

Early Wednesday evening

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Either Way

On Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge isFork In The Road , please go over and visit their fabulous site by clincking >> Here . The poem “Either Way” below is my response to their prompt

Either Way

At this point in time

Do you feel we have lost our way?

Our spinning world of rhyme

Is one big rotting orb of grime

Our life’s a journey

A climb up into the light

Or a fall into Hades

Either way, over time

Has existence become jaded?

We wait for a calming serenade

From above dark clouds full of pain

Us mere mortals need a different space

If our dreams are to ascend beyond this place

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

New Mushrooms, by Ivor Steven

I’m thrilled to announce that a second poem of mine “New Mushrooms” was also selected by the Red Wolf Journal for their up-coming 2022 Spring Edition Anthology, a sincere thank you to the editor Irene for accepting my poem.

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Red Wolf Journal

New Mushrooms
by Ivor Steven

After the storm
Old boundaries were transformed
Fences were moved and torn
Fields smelled of rotting corn
Patient vultures remained airborne
Above the drowning longhorn’s

After the storm
I rested under the peppercorn
And I saw new mushrooms rise with the dawn

Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, and has been writing for 20 years. He is a member of Geelong Writer Inc (Australia), a team member with the on-line blog-site ‘Go Dog Go Cafe (America), and is a writer for the Coffee House Writers Magazine (America).

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My poem today has been inspired by the three photos here on my article … The photos were all taken by Derrick Knight, who kindly allowed me to reproduce them here for my poem “Connected” … You may visit Derrick’s fabulous site by clicking on this link >>


up there

under draconian dark clouds

I see a blue moon rising

gracefully shrouding the horizon


back here

on terra firma

woodland Autumn leaves are

colourfully crowning her mounds

where nature’s

unruffled fauna are found

gratefully grazing upon her

wounded ground

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Loose Pebbles, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Loose Pebbles”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine.  … please click on the link below and visit my poem at Coffee House Writers …

Loose Pebbles

I am daydreaming
and adrift in my surroundings
of misty humid clouds
wearing humanity’s torn shroud
and a blue mask that still looks loud

I imagine myself shuffling
along old limestone pavings
winding towards a deserted seaside
encountering loose pebbles on the incoming tide
washed ashore from worldwide
that are not yet sanitised nor classified

when will I be able to stop daydreaming?
when will our world stop screaming?

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Dwindling (a Haiku)

Featured Image Above: was the inspiration behind my Haiku, thanks to another wonderful photo taken by Derrick Knight, and you can visit his fabulous site by clicking on this link >>

Dwindling (a Haiku)

The sunset subsides

Behind dark clouds there’s a glow

Where light turns to night

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

An Emerald Tapestry

  “Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” ― Leonard Cohen
Featured Image Above: taken from the lookout at the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe, overling the emerald valley …

An Emerald Tapestry

I resumed living last decade

Narrowly surviving gravities finality

Now, I lean against my tower’s balustrade

That overlooks an emerald valley

Echoing from my castle’s balcony

I hear Leonard Cohen’s words about life’s pagentry

Outlining the spiritual tapestry

Of commonality, morality, and vitality

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021