Where’s Her Dream

I’ve seen the universe, through to the stars beyond

There’s a deep darkness, she’s gone, she’s gone

I saw her smile, crack from the pain

There was a sorrow, she caught it tomorrow

I’ve seen the moon, through the burning sun

Where’s that planet, she’s walking on

I saw her eyes, crying tears of sand

Where’s that beach, she’s lying on

I’ve seen the ocean, through the broken coral

Where’s that ship, she’s sailing on

I saw her body, serene and frail

Where the ashes, she’s covered in

I’ve seen the earth open up, swallowing the multitude whole.

Where’s that chasm, she’s falling through.

I saw her gentle soul, disappear out of sight.

Where’s that secret heaven, she’s flying to

I’ve seen the land, go through violent storms

Where’s the winds of time, she’s spread upon

I saw her heart, her love, for all of you, and I

Where’s that dream, she’s left us to find

Ivor Steven (c) 2018


I’m consumed by tiredness

In this healing castle of sleeplessness

Where the nightingales flitty about

Like hummingbirds in a drought

The witch-doctors come and go

With their underlings following to and fro

During the day there’s noisiness and bright lights

And life is just the same throughout the night

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

Frustrating And Difficult

The day is wet and dismal

My view of the world is cold and gloomy

I’m troubled in my restricted room

My penwork is a scrawl

To use the keypad on my phone

Is frustrating and difficult

I showered this morning

With the help of nurse Skye

It was frustrating and difficult

Eating my hospital meals

Is frustrating and difficult

To walk anywhere, any distance

I need the assistance of my nurse

It’s frustrating and difficult

I’ve been here before

Eighteen long years ago

Then, I was caring for Carole too

It was very frustrating and difficult

I’m feeling alienated against the norm

My body is worn and torn

Life is frustrating and difficult.

I’m wishing for a chance to be reborn

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

I’m Helping Out

Dear readers, if you so desire, please read this article below by BottomLessCoffee, it’s an interesting idea, and one I’m already participating in by sending off this post. Help Me, Help You.

Help Me, Help You

Q. What is the one thing all of us Bloggers want?

A. Circulation!

We all have a skill and that is writing and expression. We all have different styles and genres. I’ve been giving shout outs to a few of you on every podcast in the hopes of helping others to find you.

I want to propose a sharing promotion. If you want me to give your blog or business or social media a shout out on my next podcast, please use the comment section to notify me of whatever it is. Be sure to provide the links, so I can put them in the description of the podcast.

Whenever I publish a podcast, I also promote it on my blog. This way, both listeners and readers have access to the exact same information.

With all of this being said, I want more circulation as well. So, please give me a shout-out on your blog and other social media as well. Please include my links also.



We all want circulation, real circulation. Help me help you. Who knows maybe someone will become $uccessful. It’s worth a shot and it doesn’t cost anything!

If you want me to promote your business, then the flip side of this is you must have the links to my blog and my podcast on your companies website (easy to find and somewhere where it will stand out).

My last caveat is this, there is no such thing as bad publicity. With that being said, it is on each individual to decide what they will say about the other’s. I will not read from a script and I would not expect you to either.

Let me know!!!

Finding Today

Hello dear readers, the poem below was originally hand written 2 weeks ago, during my stay in Isolation, and It was up on my Isolation Room’s Whiteboard, so I’ve decided to type up the poem, with a few minor changes and present the words again here today.

Your sky above

My sea below, our air in between

A cloudless dream

Floating on a gentle stream

Drifting across flat shiny pebbles

Emitting flat parallel beams

Carrying visions of hope

Hope for future scope

Time, to be wiped clean

Cleansed by soothing rain

Revealing warm sunshine again

Warm sun-rays, instead of dead X-rays

Removing yesterday’s old creams

Finding today’s new dreams

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

A Friend

Hello dear readers, today’s poem is the 3rd one to be published in the Geelong Writers Poetry Anthology 2018, the poem is called “A Friend” , and I think it’s a powerful piece, that we all can probably associate with. Again I’m very pleased that this poem has finally been published.

A Friend


do you have a friend

that’s bound in a cocoon

living on egg-shells

broken by sickly X-ray beams

their life’s virtual hell

and for whom you want to scream

unconditionally you’ve given your love

now they’re tired


for help

from above



“Colour Me In”

I tried to repress it
Then I carried its crown
I reached out to undress it
And love let me down
Love let me down…

So I tried to erase it
But the ink bled right through
Almost drove myself crazy
When these words led to you

And all these useless dreams of living alone
Like a dogless bone…

So come let me love you
Come let me love you
And then… colour me in

Well I tried to control it
And cover it up
I reached out to console it
It was never enough
Never enough…

So I tried to forget it
That was all part of the show
Told myself I’d regret it
But what do I know

About all these useless dreams of living alone
Like a dogless bone…

So come let me love you
Come let me love you
And then… colour me in

Come let me love you
Come let me take this through the end
Of all these useless dreams of living
In all these useless dreams
All these useless dreams of living
In all these old noes

Come let me love you
Come let me love you
Come let me love you
Come let me…
Ivor Steven (c)  2018