Plugged In, I See Only Red Here I am, again on the waiting shelf And strangely, smiling to myself Laying back, in this comfortable chair Reminiscing. My nurse, has curly red hair   She attaches the electrodes to my head And tells me, “Ivor, do not fret” “Relax and close your eyes” For the next thirty … Continue reading Promote Yourself Monday, Plugged In, I See Only Red, by Ivor Steven, September 16th

Hello dear readers and fellow Barista's. Here I'm posting my first ever published poem, that appeared in a book edited by Gwendolyn Taunton, called Melpomene(2012), click this link here for further details >>https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/17130920-melpomene      I wrote the poem in 2010, and it's a poem that I had luckily saved, because back in the early … Continue reading THROWBACK FRIDAY, This Lost Shadow, by Ivor Steven

A Night Full Of Gold The House is full A friendly gathering of friends, and us poet fools At this open mic evening for muses An audience, a sea of smiling faces   Twenty poet’s, recitals unfold Talented pieces, from young, and old Appropriately, the topic was gold The colour of my beer I hold My … Continue reading A Night Full Of Gold, by Ivor Steven

Sleeping At Last Hello dear readers, I’ve been entranced by this song by ‘Sleeping At Last’, called ‘Saturn'. The lyrics are purely superb, and have been loudly resonating within my heart over the last few days, and I love how words capture the essence of life and “Existence”, hopefully you’ll enjoy the music and lyrics … Continue reading Sleeping At Last, A song and lyrics, by a band called ‘Sleeping At Last’, presented by Ivor Steven

Loneliness:  by Ivor Steven   Loneliness, is watering your garden vegetables, And having no-one by your side to watch them grow. Loneliness is playing your favourite sad song. And having no-one listening to you singing out of tune. Loneliness is viewing your family photo album. And having no-one to share your privy memories with. Loneliness, … Continue reading Loneliness, by Ivor Steven

Where's That Dream   I've seen the universe, through to the stars beyond. There's a deep darkness, she's gone, she's gone. I saw her smile, crack from the pain. There was a sorrow, she caught it tomorrow.   I've seen the moon, through the burning sun. Where's that planet, she's walking on. I saw her … Continue reading Throwback Friday; Where’s That Dream, by Ivor Steven

Haiku:  A Glow   The sky isn’t all grey Behind dark clouds there’s a glow Where light grows brighter     Ivor Steven (c)  September 2019

Above Photos: The award winner, Geelong Library and Art Gallery… (Looks like the moon) To The Moon And Back   Well, say hello spring You’re certainly flashing us your everything A warm mild morning Followed by midday sunshine Then suddenly a wild storm Lightening and heavy rain Windy squalls, umbrella’s flying And down the fat … Continue reading To The Moon And Back

Stroke, And Who’s Left To Row The Boat   The storms are too many to count. Emotional lows had weathered me out. And there’s another poem I’d written. “Olive Eyes”, when she was found to be broken. Below I’ve attached the poem link. How much lower could our life sink.   After fourteen years of … Continue reading Throwback Friday. Stroke, And Who’s Left To Row The Boat

Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt: The witch doesn’t burn in this one Burning The Fears   I’m frightened, and I’m too scared to wait. And knowingly, I’m arriving late. The ghouls are spying from the hill. And lower fools are poisoning her will. Underneath her, a wicker complete. Above, she’s suspended from a stake. The bonfires started, … Continue reading Burning The Fears