My Going Away Song Choice

Of course, I’ll pick a good Australian band, here I’ve chosen, ‘Augie March’, a lot of you might not have heard of them , from my state Victoria, and a country town called Shepparton. I love this song of theirs, ‘One Crowded Hour’, something like how I’m feeling as I’m heading in the one hour bus trip, to Melbourne airport, getting closer to take off… Yeah….

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

My Good Friday

This lazy day was good to me

After earlier, I wondered

If I’m physically unwinding

Or am I mentally gearing up

I thought, all in good time

My body and mind

Would find their, common landing ground

My morning walk, along the Ted Wilson Trail, felt good

Not too far, but long enough

To know I’d achieved a good number of steps

Then I gave Yorkie two good pedals

Along with two good sessions of balance exercises

Late afternoon, and my travel case’s in good order

Nearly packed, clothes neat and looking good

Not too many sets, but just enough

To feel warm and cool, attired in style

The relaxing day was good for me

And even good, for a piece of poetry

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Ivor Steven (c)  2019

Time Off, Time’s Awry

Your Wednesday Word Prompt is ‘Time Off’

I’ve had more ‘time off’ over the last 6 months, than I’ve every had ‘time off’ in my entire life. None of the months were an enjoyable ‘time off’. I was sick, bedriden, and hospitalised for those 6 months. I had many dreams and nightmares and they were frightfully vivid during my ‘time off’, I was, always tired, forever sleeping, and trying to recover from my lost ‘time off’…. Here is a typical dream/nightmare, poem from those days of  ‘time off’..…. << please check here to visit the “Weekly Word Prompt” site.

Time Off, But Time’s Awry


Last night I awoke in a pool of blood

Surviving Noah’s great flood

There was no bleeding horse head

It wasn’t a dream, I wasn’t dead

The nightlight died instead

A dark shadow engulfed my bed

Sheets of oozy dripping threads

A deep flowing red

From where, I do dread

Petrified, motionless I’m spread


The hole in my heart is dry

Fearful tears of crystal white I cry

My bloodshot eyes are weeping, time’s awry

Puddles of gore descend from the Boar’s sty

Visions of devils and angels pass my eyes

I’m not ready to say my goodbyes

Am I suddenly being nailed to the cross to die

Or is it, that cupids’ arrow in my thigh



Ivor Steven (c)  2019


My Star In The Purple Sky

Another birthday for my gracious lady, I’ve written a new birthday poem for her this year, I’m beginning a new dawn, somehow, my body has been renewed, I’m wearing new shoes, and I’m flying across those new purple skies, going to New York and Philadelphia. I’ll go gather up new blossoms, and glittering American violet blue stardust, I’ll bring them back for you, and sprinkled the petals of family love, covering you, with a new colourful mauve blanket of love, ….. Oh, I can see your gorgeous everlasting smile,…… there in front of me…….


My Star In The Purple Sky


My morning flowers

Blossomed, a violet blue

For her and me

The sun filtered through


Casting a purple shadow

Over you and I

Delivering our mauve star

Into the distant sky

Where she shines nightly

Looking over you and I





“Distant Sky”

[Nick Cave:]
Let us go now, my one true love
Call the gasman, cut the power out
We can set out, we can set out for the distant skies
Watch the sun, watch it rising in your eyes[Else Torp:]
Let us go now, my darling companion
Set out for the distant skies
See the sun, see it rising
See it rising, rising in your eyes[Nick Cave:]
They told us our gods would outlive us
They told us our dreams would outlive us
They told us our gods would outlive us
But they lied

[Else Torp:]
Let us go now, my only companion
Set out for the distant skies
Soon the children will be rising, will be rising
This is not for our eyes


Ivor Steven (c)  2019