The World Could Be Falling Down

Here is a poem that is in my files, but does not appear on my Website, maybe I deleted the post accidentally …

The World Could Be Falling Down

I was walking in yesterday’s deluge

up a steep holy hillside

talking to my fading shadow

that was stalking deep puddles

while I was balking today’s thunderbolts

my knees were knocking in fright

and my hips were rocking like Noah’s Ark

while shovelling leftover manure in the dark

nature’s mocking the world full of old lonely hearts

and blocking the future’s already drowning restart

Ivor Steven (c) August 2022

My Marathon’s Goal

The winter sun sets

Over my oldest day

I tick off another year

My sister reminds me

“Twenty years to go

to equal Dad’s Ninety-one”

“Is that achievable?”

I ask myself

“No harm in trying”

I tell myself

Carole’s Dad also reached Ninety-One

This is my marathon’s goal

“To walk around the moon

on my way to touching the stars”

Ivor Steven (c) July 20th 2022

Swallowed by The Sun (Revised)

On a fiery hot suburban street

Cobblestones are melting the crowd’s feet

Bursting blisters, of the ignorant

Burning souls, in the innocent

Ultraviolet rays are scorching everyone

Our world is being swallowed by the sun

Oh, what have us human’s done

All the rivers are running dry

Fish lay on barren land, wanting to die

Polar icebergs are often seen gliding by

Penguins are moaning without their icy slides

And you’ll hear the baby whales cry

As the ocean, sadly waves us goodbye

Our Angel’s wings are singed and cannot fly

Old mother earth is quickly going awry

And father time is forever asking why

Ivor Steven (c) June 2022

Tomorrow’s Cake (a Senryu)

I formed this Senryu from a comment I made in response to a poem ‘Willow’ wrote on her site on the 9th June .. thank you Willow for prompting these words …

Tomorrow’s Cake (a Senryu)

the future tastes like 

yesterday, but is topped with 

venom from today

Ivor Steven ©  June 2022

Have We the Backbone? 

Are we ever going to change? 

Our attitudes 

Are we ever going to open our eyes? 

To the faded colour of our sky 

Are we clever enough to hear? 

The distress of nature’s sounds 

Are we brave enough to declare? 

The truth within our hearts 

When will it be safe enough to feel? 

Stardust between our toes 

Have we a strong enough backbone? 

To unload all the foolish gold 

Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Until Eyes Hear Sound

Featured Image Above: By Derrick Knight, and I am sincerely grateful to Derrick for allowing me to use his wonderful photos here in collaboration with my poems.

Until Eyes Hear Sound

The air I breathe

Purifying within

free to leave

free as the wind

I wonder at nature’s freshness

early in the morning

we take her for granted

our perennial mother earth

nurturing a new start to every day

I wish mankind could

begin afresh like her

Searches are many

answers unwound

mirrors our insanity

until eyes hear sound

Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Who Rang the Bell 

I am a tiring old writer 

like a punch-drunk fighter 

who buckled and fell 

before the round eleven bell 

lying flat on the bloody canvas 

wishing I were ambidextrous 

like the incredible Emily Dickison 

(Oh, she must have been!) 

and have I more stories in my subconscious?

ring the bell for round twelve 

I am in the corner, blindly courageous 

sitting here within my dizziness 

waiting for the new world to stop being carnivorous 

Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

Pushing Up Daisies 

Featured Image Above: Taken by, Derrick Knight, and reproduced here, with his generous permission.

The Above Photos, are of my courtyard’s Osteospermum’s (Daisies)

Pushing Up Daisies 

I am not crazy, nor am I lazy 

I am living in a foggy haze 

In the middle of this planetary maze 

Am I out of phase?  

When I say 

This world is a dying daisy 

I have abandoned my computer desk 

A messy digital mirage, so grotesque 

And searching the cosmos for a pink moon 

Away from this dizzy burlesque 


Am I out of phase? 

When I say 

That out there in the Milky Way

There is another pink moon 

Actively interested 

In growing yellow daisies 

Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

Strong Undertows, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Strong Undertows” is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers .

Strong Undertows

Time hears no command

The sky is our blue grandstand

Overseeing oceans and lands

As the sun warms our silent clock hands

The seasons come and go

Springtime melts the snow

Nature’s seeds germinate and grow

And our rivers of life continue to flow

Has mankind become a pantomime show?

And Forgotten to ask the owls and crows

How to fly through?

The bad years of strong undertows

Ivor Steven (c) December 2021