Before You Leave The Table   Today Before you leave the table Lean forward, reach out Tenderly hold her hand Feel her warmth And the pulse of her heart Soak up that sensation Treat every close moment Like it was last your last Do not wait for tomorrow   Today Before you leave the table Gently … Continue reading Before You Leave The Table, by Ivor Steven

Above the Flames   Mother nature has decided Humans! You’ve been given eons of time Humans! You’ve had the torch, but failed to see the light   Our Mother Is rekindling her furnace She’s back-burning her own forests Projecting black smoke signals Obvious messages, to feel, hear and see   Yes Father Where there is … Continue reading Above the Flames, by Ivor Steven

The Headmaster Yesterday, I visited the old Headmaster, I enjoy his company, and his attitude for life, a ninety year-old, still wise and witty. We chatted as old friends do. Shyly I told him, “I write poetry” “That’s Interesting, I didn’t know, Ivor” “Would you like to read my poems John” “Certainly Ivor, I’d be … Continue reading Throwback Friday, The Headmaster, by Ivor Steven

Glass Slippers and a Yellow Taxi   Last night, I misplaced my glass slippers When the golden chariot, turned into a yellow taxi And I had no faerie godmother to guide me She was riding her whale, and had drifted out to sea   My recital evening, wandered through crystal glee Recalling live music, and chalices … Continue reading Glass Slippers and a Yellow Taxi, by Ivor Steven

Today's  Throwback Friday poem, is a piece I originally wrote in June 2017, and the words were influenced by Leonard Cohen's song, "Show Me The Place", and this being the 3rd anniversary of his passing, I thought it an appropriated week to re-post my poem. I've slightly revised the poem, but overall the meaning of … Continue reading Throwback Friday, Violin Strings, by Ivor Steven

A Singer Must Die Three years ago On that day I cried I cannot forget The death of a ladies man When he found his, sisters of mercy On this day, hallelujah I now, fondly remember By the rivers dark In the land of plenty Our, Field Commander Cohen Singing from above, in his, Tower … Continue reading A Singer Must Die, by Ivor Steven

Departure   I’m dressed in ocean blue Delivering, my parting kiss for you Again anxious, not to be late Remembering, our first date Then, life’s destiny and fate Now, wallowing in our left-over wake   Ivor Steven (c)  October G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, … Continue reading Throwback Friday, Departure, by Ivor Steven

Potpourri   I have a visiting bluebird Standing in my potpourri bowl Bathing in aromatic leaves Singing a reverie About her dying tree And I join in, with her plea “Trees are the air we breath Feeding us food and seed Nourishing land and sea Please let us grow and breed”   In the morning … Continue reading Potpourri, by Ivor Steven.

This is a poem I posted on WordPress, in August 2017, but a piece I actually wrote back in February 2013 Wreckage   We're a shipwreck of the night The lighthouse was out of sight After the storm of wild passion Feeling wearied, a wreckage refashioned   We're a sperm whale on the beach The … Continue reading Throwback Friday, Wreckage, by Ivor Steven

Mosquitoes and Bees Featured Image above: My photo of, Barbara Roe Hebb’s, sculpture, “Pollen Pals”, at the Geelong Sculptors Inc. Annual Exhibition, 101 Ryrie Street, Geelong, where the theme of the exhibition was, ‘Who’s Your Muse’, and I’m presenting this poem for the writers part of the event, tomorrow afternoon. Mosquitoes and Bees    I was … Continue reading Mosquitoes and Bees, by Ivor Steven