Sky Blue: My Haiku Collection

I’m not a prolific writer of Haiku’s. Actually flicking through my poem file’s, I could count them on my fingers and toes !! Yes, out of the hundreds upon hundreds of poems, I have only written “21” Haiku’s. There is no reason as to why so few, because I do enjoy the concise format of the Haiku, they flow well for me, and I think most of them come out ok….. Well here I go, Ivor’s complete collection of  Haiku’s… Oh and I only started writing them, about 6 months ago, with “Sky Blue”  …….

Sky Blue

I’m covered in blue

The morning sky clears my eyes

Sea-air fills my lungs



Today’s deep sky blue
Warming my chest and soul too
Curing cough and flu


True, it’s a dog’s life
Who would kill a lonely cat
Peace to you and you



Spring’s about to start

Your winter withered my heart

Birds sing until dark



Chinese courtyard sounds

Guzheng music gently strums

Beijing alley hums



I walk past today

Remembering yesterday

Gone is tomorrow


Today my earth blooms

Yesterday is forgotten

Tomorrow I weep



A strong coastal wind

Blowing sand across bare dunes

Vegetation going


Red Crown: 

 Red the morning sky

Day lily my courtyard Queen

Garden summer crown


The Sun

The fiery sun burns

Bitumen melts underfoot

Tomatoes glow red


The Forest

Tunnel grows wider

Walking out of the forest

The light glows brighter



A hive awaits me

My Philadelphian tree

Branches will rejoice


I Climb

Step by step I climb

Steadily walking my path

Time is flying fast


A Window Voice

I cannot hear the bird

Singing in the window tree

Birds are the free voice


A Flower Gone

In a sea of lights

She, an unpicked bloom, wilted

Young and fresh, now gone


Dual Haiku


Cloud level seven

A step closer to heaven

My time to reflect


Green’s my spring colour

Sparkle on my angel’s wings

Green makes my heart sing



I’m a proud member

A player in the world team

Now I’ve left the tribe



Cloudless happy days

Sunlight kisses everything

Feeling warm within


Wall of Thorns

My bed of roses

Is scaling a wall of thorns



After The Wine

Beyond the wine bar

Radiant sunset begins

Tired eyes failed to see


My Cafe

A coffee and cake

Moorarbool Valley Cafe

Rustic country scene


Dead and Alive


Old cypress tree dies

Driest Autumn recorded

A sign of the times


My green fernery

Watered garden signature

She lovingly thrives



The voiceless man spoke

An old poet recited

His words clear and strong


Ivor Steven (c)  2019





Hi Kiddo’s, I hope you will read this

I’m home now, feeling out of control

Happy, and half intoxicated

I think, I  fell over on the dance floor

That’s Ok, you helped me, and picked me up

You young girls didn’t know where I’d been

The kid’s didn’t understand

They were dancing

With a resurrected, ancient man

Who had walked on water

They couldn’t comprehend

An old man’s joy

O being alive, and travelling

Nor read my mind beyond

Fifth Avenue

Too young to see,

Life, is a whirlpool

Of floods and droughts

Empty deserts and doubts


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Ivor Steven (c)  2019



Last evening I attended a poetry open mic’ event, held by ‘lowercase poetry’. The word theme for night was “A Shadow Of Doubt”. I was invited on stage to read my poem called ‘Finality”, a copy of which I’ve attached here below my Haiku, ‘Recital




The voiceless man spoke

An old poet recited

His words clear and strong



Finality (Revised)

 We will all travel, life’s journey

There’s  reality in the end, a concluding count down

Finality occurs, not a shadow of doubt

Sooner or later, we have to retire, and work no more

Old tools are laid to rest, gathering dust

There’s a time, when we have to say goodbye

To that special one’s, sad crying eyes

Suddenly life propels us, to pass our friends lives

The people we knew, dwindle to a few

And beyond the lies, earth slowly dies

We the custodians, failed to see overcast skies

Our belief’s shriveled, inside religious sleeves

The jealous and greedy, are yet to eat their last supper

I hope tomorrow’s future, is better than today’s veiled ways

And yesterday’s trials, become the healing castle’s final say


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.


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

A mind bending and interesting idea from Paul, I’m having a go with an old poem of mine.

Café Philos: an internet café

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling all around
And snow in your hair
Now you’re smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
— Joan Baez, Diamonds and Rust

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.

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Foreign World

An old poem of mine, that I’ve reworded a bit to be in the present tense of today. I hope you enjoy the reworking of this piece..

I’ve been stuck inside this shabby carapace.

Wondering if I’ll ever be able to about-face

Maybe I could borrow my angel’s wings, unfurled

Explore and travel the open foreign world

Time has come, to escape this holding place.

Discovering, I’m able to find lost grace.

To wander the harvest field.

Now I see beyond the shield.

Rid the shackles of my broken heart.

Return to reality, and apply for a restart

Healthy enough to hide from prying ghouls

Free to walk past the tardy bar stools

Go flying, with all the other old fools.

And paddle ankle-deep in life’s distant pools.

Ivor Steven (c)