Haven’t Seen You For A While

I’m keeping the celebrations up, of my two years here on WordPress. Here’s another one of my earliest poems, which was originally written seven years ago, but first posted on my blog,  June 8th 2017.

Haven’t Seen You For A While  


Woke up dreaming of your petite smile.

And pondering, I haven’t seen you for a while.

That generous grin, making you so cute.

So pleasing, and so alluring, seems to suit.

Dreaming of your grace and gorgeous style.

And thinking, I haven’t seen you for a while.

The glow on your face, reminiscing sweet things.

A silky smooth body, with all it’s offerings.

Dreaming of your thighs, where the harp sings.

And sensing, I haven’t seen you for a while.

The sweat of our loving, a distant past.

‘Twas pure lust, sharing to the last.

Dreaming of your love, and more tender scenes.

And realising, I haven’t seen you for a while.


Please take the time to listen to Damien Rice, sing and play live, this amazing version of his song “I Remember”


Ivor Steven (c)  2018

This Is What Matters

My Thursday evenings, are a boys night out

As usual, we drank and chattered

Opinions on every general topic

No politics nor religion

We talk about important issues

Mainly, travel, music and sports

Lively banter, of who’s who

Any, this and thats

We know what matters

And how to save a world in tatters


Then I was asked about my trip

My adventures in New York

And the meeting of my cousins and their families

In the warmth of Philadelphia

Fondly, I mentioned my time there

With cousins Ken, Maureen and Terry

And of course, my special niece, Kerri

I explained how they thoroughly spoilt me

I said “Truly the best time of my life”

Slowly tears welled in my eyes

And my friends, saw the liquid joy in my heart




Ivor Steven (c)  2019


Olive Eyes


The Café Philos Poetry Prompt For Them That Be Wild Things (April 11, 2019)

Has there been a moment, time, person, event, etc. in your life that you thought and felt was so beautiful and fulfilling you would not have regretted dying after it?

Not that you would have wanted to have died, but that you would have had no regrets afterwards……… Here’s my story Paul, a tale of no regrets…………..

Olive Eyes


I’d forgotten to pump-up the car tyres

The car’s out the front

We’ve got to be going soon

The appointment note is crumpled in my hand

It’s over an hours drive to the city

My mother-in-law is waiting to see us off

She’s pensive, knowing I’m on edge

Feeling for her daughters predicament

My wife, my patient, looks at me forlornly

Her pleading olive eyes make me more panicky

Now to transfer her from our bed

Into her borrowed wheelchair

I’ve no idea, it’s my first go

Damn, the chair’s tyre’s are nearly flat too

No time now, we must leave

Another transfer into the car

I almost stumble, she’s awkward to move

She’s unsteady, her legs aren’t working

I firmly grab her around the waist

And she clasps her arms over my shoulders

A gentle embrace of respect

We wryly smile at each other

She looks at me, with her pleading olive eyes

I stay strong, but I’m anxiously shaking

Finally I’ve positioned her into the car

I somehow fold the borrowed wheelchair

Frustrated, throwing the chair into the boot

Off we drive, I’m trying not to over-speed

Nervously over-gripping the steering wheel

The whites of my knuckles plain to see

Soon we’re approaching the city centre

Agape, I’ve little idea of where to go

She looks at me with her pleading olive eyes

Bravely I say “Just a few more blocks”

Blindly lucky, I eventually find our destination


An imposing building, tall and dark grey

Ungracefully I transfer her out of the car

Wheeling her in, “damn” these flat tyres

Eight storey’s up to the Doctors rooms

He’s a renowned Neurologist, there’s none in our town

We greet him, he’s a confident, but sombre man

And my wife looks at him with her pleading olive eyes

Knowingly, I think, he’s seen those sort of eyes before

There were tests, lots of questions, and more examinations

Our time there seemed to be standing still

And silently we wait for blood results to return

Eerily the Doctor begun to speak and explain

A strange aura of hush fell upon us

As we listened to his authoritative voice

“It’s my diagnosis, that you’ve the Neurological disorder, Multiple Sclerosis”


The long hour’s drive home was stunned quiet

Except for the many rolling tears

Trickling from my wife’s pleading olive eyes

And on the road the cars tyres felt flatter

The next day, I pumped the tyres up

On her borrowed wheelchair, and on the car

That signalled the beginning of our long journey

Another thirty years of her gracious and everlasting smile

Wheeling over the lumpy roads, until the last bend

Looking at me no more, with her pleading olive eyes


Ivor Steven (c)  2018.


I Shower You All, A Thousand Kisses Deep

Family, friends and followers

Lend me yours ears

I’ve only been blogging

Not even two years

A medium I did not understand

A venue way exceeding my expectations

A happening beyond my imagination

A journey I lovingly shared

I have enjoyed every unsteady step

What else can I say

I shower you all, “A Thousand Kisses Deep”

And my Nautilus is awash with likes

Fifty Thousand Leagues (likes) Under The Sea

In my ocean full of pleasure and love

I Thank you all

I am not drowning, but resurrected




Ivor Steven (c)  2019

Love Comments, I Did Write

The ink of love in my pen

Runs endless and free

Obvious to those who feel and see

All life’s errors don’t happen

Through our fault

All life’s righteousness happens

Through our Kindness

Goodness is the quiet achiever

The underdog we all barrack for

The purest winner amongst evil losers

Our hope for better days ahead

Keeps the colours in our hearts alive

A locked heart

Needs a gentle key

At the start

I exist

You exist

Together on this land

Existence is grand



Ivor Steven (c)  2019

Hello Dad

Hello Dad, and happy birthday, you were the most honourable and kindest man of my life. I’ve got a lot live up to Dad, my dear friend.

**By one of my favourite writers, Colleen of, “The Chatter Blog”, a superb piece

Etched In Stone

“When your father’s name is etched in stone

It is never as indelible

As the etching in your heart”       —  Colleen Faherty Brown


**By one of my favourite musicians, Neil Young, and his song “Old Man”

“Old Man”
“Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.

Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
and there’s so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two.

Love lost, such a cost,
Give me things
that don’t get lost.
Like a coin that won’t get tossed
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I’m a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that’s true.

Lullabies, look in your eyes,
Run around the same old town.
Doesn’t mean that much to me
To mean that much to you.

I’ve been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But I’m all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I’m a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that’s true.

Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.”        — Neil Young

Ivor Steven (c)  2019