Half Normal and Half Crazy

Earlier today I was having an on-line video chat with my niece Kerri, in Philadelphia, and during our conversation, we often mentioned, how the world was going “crazy”. So here’s my “crazy” poem, inspired by my “crazy” Philadelphia relatives, Kerri, Joanne and Ken….

Half Normal and Half Crazy

The day’s cold and breezy

Phillip the penguin is going crazy

Excitedly clapping his wings

Waiting for our luncheon fling

He’s jumping and shouting

“We are going on an outing !!”

Despite our masks and the pouring rain

Time has come to leave our quarantine

And savour a fluffy carrot cake again

Drink hot coffee and fizzy champagne

Drown these hazy days of feeling lazy

And resurrect ourselves from going completely crazy

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020

Dancing Stardust

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Today’s prompt: sapphire stardust

Dancing Stardust

The morning sky caresses my eyes 

Shades of daylight colours, amplified 

A cosmos of infinite sapphire stardust  

Royal aqua beams, an inviting wanderlust 


I’m illuminated on this day, to actually try 

Gather up all my blues, that have yet to cry 

Pack them in first, don’t waste a chance 

There is time left, to travel this vast expanse 

My Itmims* craft is waiting, and ready to fly 

And traverse through space’s cobalt sky 

These alien eyes, sense my universe wants to have a dance 

And embrace my star’s everlasting existence 

*Itmims; Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020

Sunrise Beyond the Cracks

Sunrise Beyond the Cracks

My sage coloured curtains are half open

And the grey cloudy sky is half blue

I see the tree tops are half green

And above their swaying screens

I see last nights fading half moon

Is my world a half empty spoon?

Or is my ocean half full of wishes?

And splashing daylight kisses

Upon nature’s eternal waterfalls

Where misty forest rainbows

Deck her shimmering valley halls

My sunrise beyond the cracks in crumbing walls

Ivor Steven (c) September 2020

A Cool Penguin

Here in Victoria we have the famous ‘Fairy Penguin Parade’ on “Phillip” Island, which is south-east of Melbourne. Because of the current ‘Covid’ restrictions, Phillip Island ‘Nature Parks’ are currently broadcasting live telecasts of the fantastic Penguin Parade, and hopefully this YouTube link will work for you >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGr3V2pwNbo

A Cool Penguin

During these days of low tides

I am again to be shut inside

Today, there is more reasons than one

My courtyard’s devoid of springs sun

And there are only raindrop ripples

On the grounds expanding puddles

And standing there in the pouring rain

Drinking the wet sky, like cascading champagne

Was Phillip the penguin, wryly smiling

And splashing in the cool pool under his webbing

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020.

Where Has Time Gone?

I standing was on an iceberg

Near the south pole

Watching the news on Bloomberg

Wanting to know who was in control

Time, never leaves us alone

Time and time again

We say, where has time gone

Nineteen years, since that September pain

Where were you on that day?

When Times Square stood still

As the sky-line fell on Broadway

Testing humanities courage and will

Ivor Steven (c) September 11th 2020

It’s the Same Old Blanket

Here in the cemetery

Among her guardian faeries

I kneel with flowers in hand

Wearing a mask and feeling bland

You cannot see my smile

Under my new covering style

Do not be alarmed, I’m no bandit

See under my arm, it’s the same old blanket

That I use to sit down beside you

Where I stay and ramble on about us two

I have two glasses and a bottle of red

For a toast to us, to when next we will be wed

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020


Over on Weekly Prompts the Wednesday challenge is; Green Thumb. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here. Today is my/our anniversary day and appropriately my poem for the prompt is called “Flowers”…..


can a dream be drowned

by a sinking crown?

weighted down by old flowers

and tiny violets of mysterious power

can a future be found?

above the ashes and ground

blown away by old flowers

as tiny violets cover a crumbling bell tower

can a fading light survive

beyond the gardens empty hive?

can time chime without old flowers

and tiny violets of magical power?

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020

We Live in a Funny World

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, September 8, 2020. Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose or poetry that ends with in the end, we were just a moment.

We Live in a Funny World

Am I feeling funny ha-ha

Or am I a funny la-la?

I cannot put my finger on it

Or am I an alien in orbit?

I am forever wondering

Why the sentinels are not flying

What are they guarding?

Beyond the above

I need to ask the dove

Is there more to life than love?

I eavesdrop in on my own dreams

And listen to voices, so it seems

Jotting down subconscious conversations

Between my miscreations and aberrations

I was in a wet mess in my bedroom

And left my nightshirt in the bathroom

I was drowning in a blue lagoon

And pleading for gentler treatment

Then an angel came with soothing ointment

And in the end, we were just a moment

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020

Wonderment Rings True

My imagination’s beaming

Alive and dreaming

Even when I’m sleeping

Tired eyes are peeping

Searching for the milky-way

Flying there, on my open sleigh

And sailing the air-waves

High above broadway

Steering my spacecraft, Itmims**

While reading The Brothers Grimm

And playing a tune on my old violin

The theme from ‘Lord of the Rings’

I’m a visionary sky Pilot

With a handful of violets

Travelling beyond a silvery moon

To float upon our blue lagoon

**Itmims; ”Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space”….

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020