Better Late Than Never

Dawn’s morning blue

Drowns me in droplets of dew

I slip into yesterday’s torn shoes

Damp, from last night’s dream of you


I’m late, not yet waking up

Drinking cold tea, from my “United by Blue” cup

Quickly, only time enough to catch the bus

But I stop! What’s all the fuss


They’ll always be the next one

And today, don’t forget to put a cap on

I’ll get there, twenty minutes later

Relaxed, not rushed and feeling betterer


Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019

Blackman’s Lager And Passionfruit Tart

I know a Blackman’s beer taste’s great

And I’m also having a delicious cake

Not sure about their togetherness

Like a bride with no wedding dress

On a palm beach without sand


A sweet passion-fruit tart and a dry lager

Do they go together

First I’ll have a slurp of cold beer

Followed by a bite of that velvet pastry

I’m feeling like a blue shark with no teeth


The lager’s a subtle malt

With a hint of lemony hop

The scrumptious tart’s creamy and soft

With a crispy shortbread crust

Yeah, the day’s mixture of flavours is a blast


Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019


Life is full of disappointments

Of our physical and mental laments

There’s the disgruntled type

When we are stood down

Years of loyalty all for nought

Leaving you downcast and distraught

There’s the disheartened letdown

When we are stood-up again

Yesterday’s promise, today’s voiceless ghost

Leaving you an empty chair, and sadly aghast

There’s the frustrated fiasco

When we are stood upon

Months of being a washout, and a physical mess

Leaving your body punished, and almost useless

Dismayed and in disarray

When we are misunderstood

Decades of disenchantment, but undefeated we stay

Knowing we all experience disappointments on life’s causeway

Ivor Steven (c) September 2019

Sunday Lunchtime

Sunday Lunchtime


A sunny Sunday lunchtime

I’m home alone, nothing to do

I decide on a Pakington Street outing

At the quaint Box Office Cafe


I’m by myself

They will be people I know

And perhaps I’ll meet someone new

There’s Beth I see, a regular, and with her puppy too


The Cafe has a dog friendly view

I sit with Beth and little Edith

We order coffee’s, and study the menu

Then two young ladies sit at the adjacent table


I introduce myself, to Amber and Jo

They are interested in what I’m writing

Jokingly, I say, “I’m writing a poem about you”

Then I explain, that the topics, ‘A Memorable Meal’


Smiling, I say, “here we all are, choosing our meals”

We finish our order, and happily chat away

Enjoying our Sunday lunchtime together

And cheeky puppy Edith, gets her pats and scraps too

Ivor Steven (c) September 2019

Red Rose Sunset

Another sunrise

And my red rose has wilted

I knew she could not stay

Although I sacredly

Stood her in holy water

Nurturing her fading life

As I watched her weep

Petals, one by one

Weaken and fall

Anointing her finality

Leaving a barren stem

Sturdy and alone

Reciting eulogies

About a lost Autumn flower

And that last, red rose sunset


Ivor Steven (c)  September 2019

The Woman In Me

G’day readers, It’s Friday morning here in Australia. I recently made an insignificant little comment on a writer’s post, in the form of a short poem “The Woman In Me”, which I’m now posting here today….

The Woman In Me


Inside every man there is a woman

The mother of his soul

The lady of his heart

The kindness in his touch

The passion in his blood

The woman who fostered, the way he shows love


Ivor Steven (c)  September 2019