Pink Elephants and One Day to Go

Party, party week

Seven days of giving cheek

Eating and drinking like a hog

Sleeping like a frog on a log

But no leaping and dancing

Just happily dreaming and romancing


Friends to meet and greet

Places to go, coffee and sweets

Bones are sagging like old awnings

And I’m smiling at pink elephants in the mornings

There’s a finale fling tonight

Before a last lullaby under starry lights



Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

Olsen Olsen by Sigur Ros (english translation)

Two three cats ran,
which is the same as the cats,
two three can check,
where is the brother of one.

pushbutton board,
fruits of the boat,
ask him to eat,
tell her she does not want to.

cempedak fruit outside the fence,
take pole pitch,
I am a newbie,
if you cant show it

Peace And Serenity

The featured image above, is a photo taken by Canadian uncle(Dick), who was from, High River, Alberta. and the photograph is of Maligne Lake, a lake in Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada. The lake is famed for the colour of its azure water, the surrounding peaks.


Peace and Serenity


There’s an old biplane sign-writing on a cloud

A red blue and white poster, big and loud

Capitol Hill has coldly declared, “Chaos”, in the sky

Copied by the media’s dirty claws gone awry


Our messy world’s living on unclean ground

Lock-down’s isolation the silent sound

Stay calm and relaxed behind our covering masks

And lets inhale peace and serenity as our objective task



Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

Sigur Rós – Varúð

 Warning (English Translation)

Three laid out
And fields of everything melted
Out all, all out.
And let’s light the bonfire-candles
And the winds from far away.
As ?who/might be something else? became brick walls
All, everywhere
And enough bones are cold
Kills everything
Outside, part of the icecold
Let’s light a bonfire, when it’s evening
And words wait bluecold
Let’s build again a silver shelter
And winds from underneath
As ?who? became brick walls
All, everywhere
There laid a thousand falls
And draws everything



Remembering How To Do Backstroke

The day we are born

There, life’s journey begins

And every new experience creates a memory


As time goes rolling by

Our winding road gravitates

Towards that spiralling stairway


Where the dams of stored nostalgia cry

Cascading tears down the yellow brick steps

And abruptly we’re left afloat on soulful floods


Then cleverly, we learn the trick to growing older

Remembering, to swim backstroke did let us breathe easier

When leisurely crossing an old swollen river



Ivor Steven (c) July 2020

I’ve Been Caught Again

The midnight bell sweetly chimed

And I saw a bright silver moon

Soon dawn opened my sleepy eyes

And I saw a glowing golden sun


The old alarm did not ring

Arising early is no longer the thing

Today I’m another year older

Sixty-nine years upon my shoulders


Time has worn my aching back

And every ageing bone goes crack

But isn’t there a crack in everything

That’s how the new morning light gets in



Ivor Steven (c)  July 20th 2020

Pockets Full of Stars


Pocket Full Of Stars


I’ve been sleeping with memories

Here in my brother’s house

A home, away from home

I’m quietly laying here

In a warm cosy bed

Happily wiping away stars

From my night-time eyes

And up on the bedroom wall

There’s a picture of tranquillity

A painting familiar to me

Created by the hands of an angel

Pastel sky and a calm blue sea

Precisely how she viewed the world

A place of peace and serenity

I’m smiling under these loving tears

Knowing she’s within me every year.


Ivor Steven (c). July 2020

Pockets Full of Gravel

I’ve walked a long rough road

Granted to me by His hard gavel

A path of highs and lows

Never smooth nor level

Knees were bruised and cut

By slippery tracks of coarse gravel

Tripping over old shoelaces

Untidy and unravelled

Life has been lost and found

During my perpetual travels

But I’ll continue to follow my star

And keep riding the wise man’s camel



Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

Vaka (Wake), Lyrics by Sigur Ros

You sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You’re so low
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low
You sigh low
You’re so
(you’re so)

you sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low tonight
You’re so alone
You’re so
You’re so low
You’re so alone
You’re so
You sigh low
You sigh low
You’re so

Clouds Are Down

Coldness hovers in foggy grey air

The sun’s dirty eye-wear

Icy winter ground

A crunchy grass sound

Blue skies await, clouds are down

There’s hope above, in her golden crown




Ivor Steven (c) July 2020

Hafsol (Sun of the sea), Rigur Ros, lyrics in English.

Sun of the sea

Behind the clouds the sun wakes up from sleep
The cold drop of the rain is cooling down
It play with the hot flames of the fire
It creates a rainbow

Behind a cloudburst,

the sun awakens from hibernation

Cools off with the cold drops of rain

Plays with the hot flames of fire

Creates a rainbow talking on the arm,

talking on Behind a cloudburst,

the sun awakens from hibernation

Cools off with the cold drops of rain

Playing with my name I would like to look for

Creates a rainbow


This morning, like most of my starts to a new day, I open up my WordPress reader, and proceed to read Derrick Knights wonderful WP site    [ ]     … This morning the above enchanting photo of his, immediately captured my imagination (of how the young foal was balancing upon the ground)… and inspired my thoughts to write this poem….   A big thank you to Derrick and his fabulous photographic site, and they continue to be my enjoyable breakfast read, and a perfect way to start my day




There is a distant shore

Between why and when

Life is a seesaw

Between hero’s and heroine’s


There is a balance

Between ups and downs

Life is a challenge

Between smiles and frowns


There is common ground

Between storms and calmness

Life is a humming sound

Between love and blindness



Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020

Ocean Spirit

Dawn sunshine awakens my weary bones

And I hear the early birds are singing

About my day’s visions of flying towards home

Then I remember the tune and start humming


As the windless sky beckons my ocean spirit

It’s time to travel beyond these noisy urban alarms

Sit upon cool sand, and listen to the waves lyrics

Rhythmically roll into my waiting arms




Ivor Steven (c)  July 2020


A Brick Wall Comes Alive

Over the last two weeks I’ve had the pleasure of observing a creative piece  of street-artwork evolving on a corner shop wall, at nearby the ‘Box Office Cafe’, where I like to enjoy a coffee and cake…  The wonderful painting, inspired me to write this little poem.


A Brick Wall Comes Alive


There, before my smiling eyes

An old brick wall comes alive

A colourful display, growing and flowing

There’s flowers and faces glowing

Within artistic creations of finesse

Upon every brush-strokes progress

The facade’s sharing her party dress

And she’s dancing in the streets to impress


Oh..  At Carolyn’s request, here’s pic’s of my coffee & cakes….



Ivor Steven (c) July 2020