With a huff and puff
They blew my house down
Down to the ground
I’ll have to rebuild
Begin from the foundations
Restart back up
Spread the pebbles and sand
Friends will give me a hand
Pick-up the broken sticks
Nail them back together
Then they’ll be mortar and bricks
The reconstruction will be long and hard
My new home will be solid as a rock
But she’ll never be the same
Through all this hail and rain
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer.
I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.
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A beautiful allegorical matching of Carole’s sketch and your verse Ivor.
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Thanks Peter, and the poem is all about me and my ongoing recovery π€π€
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Yes. Slowly, but surely!
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Now Ivor, are we talking about your home here – ‘cos the weather here has been pretty stormy and would have headed your way. OR are we talkin’ bout you? Either way, rebuilding is good π
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Yep, we’re talking about me, π π β€οΈ
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No bushfire this week
to help to clear up mess.
At least the water hole
my outback
swimming pool
π is now full,
with leaches, mosquitoes,
and all the rest.
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Not sure when
The rebuilding program starts
Feeling too weak to even fart
I’m just short of falling apart
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Perhaps a lean-to
will see you through?
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Good Morning Ivor, (my morning) 6:30 AM here. Just having my morning coffee and thought I’d check in and see how you are.
I love your poem, you are so clever. I wish I had your way with words. It sounds like you’re feeling a little despondent today. Hang in there Ivor, it will get better. Any results yet? π
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OH! Carole’s drawing is lovely! π
And your amazing poem is filled with vivid word-pics and deep emotions.
Please don’t let the “storms and rain” that are deluging you right now get you down too down, Ivor…Remember: the sun will shine again for you soon! So, get out the sunscreen and your hat and be ready for the sun! π
Right now your road might seem long, long π¦ …and you are right…we won’t ever be the same after we endure sorrow and challenges (hail and rain), etc., but we can be changed in ways that will help us to help others along the road of life. π
MORE HUGS!!! and Cooper-KISSES from Coop!
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Thanks Carolyn and Cooper for the hugs π€π€ππ xxxx
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You’ll get there and be better than ever – stay strong my friend – hugs and more hugs :O) xx
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((hugs)) my friend π
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An excellent analogy, Ivor
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Thank you Derrick
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You are too strong to fall apart Ivor. Your strength comes from your love of Carole, your love of poetry and your love of life. Keep on writing dear friend.
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I’m trying to write, but it’s a difficult task on my little phone, and my right arm is quite weak, so I’m typing this out left handed, π€πI’m not able to get around to my reader, I’m afraid it’s just too hard for me βΊοΈ Hope you are keeping well Waltπ€π€
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I’m so sorry that you are going through this my friend. I’m ok, thank you for asking. π
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Repaired, mended, healed, restored-often lead to stronger, happier and betterer well being. β€
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We hope so Colleen, my body has been put through a lot ππ€π€
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Yes it has Ivor. I’m hopping over soon to run through the comments to see what I have not yet seen today.
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