I’m the silent young writer
Who’s singing last year’s poem
I’m the old lame man
Who’s slowly learning to fly
I see myself in the mirror
My blood’s running dry
The razor is sharp enough
To make a grown man cry
I’m a laughing Hyena
As my blood fills the basin
Whoops, not fun on the run
Laughing, as I’m nervously shaving
There’s more blood in the basin
And my limp right hand’s shaking
Best I stop before I die
The recovering poet still wants to fly
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
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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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Ivor, I let my freak flag fly,
with a neat haircut,
an electronic shaver,
and both feet planted
firmly on the ground 😎
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Come fly with
I’ve plenty of blood to spare
View the big Apple
We might see Sean Rowe
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Actually . .
I’m flying Thai Air
to Nepal tomorrow
But Ivor, be sure
to leave something behind
breadcrumbs of some kind
and you’re trail I’ll follow.
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I’ve got Christmas cake
Sister’s special bake
Crumbs everywhere
From here to Philadelphia
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wow lucky you .. say hi for me David 🙂
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We’ll be working our way down from
Kathmandu to Agra, and Delhi, so I’ll give
the prayer wheel a spin for you, Kate.
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thanks David, plenty know me there but by another name 🙂 Was over there four months last year but haven’t been to Agra for years, enjoy!
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Yes, I guess the Ghandi name is a lot
to live up to. I’d use an alias too 😎
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lol now you’ve really cracked me up … I’ve been going so long they gave me a local name, easier for them 🙂
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The Shiva Diva!? 😁
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Lovely … brother.
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ouch I think an electric shaver might be smarter …. love CSNY, brought back some fond memories 🙂
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It’s where I want to go !!
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🙂
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Oh wow, it’s 44’C here Today, and the power has gone off 😩😎
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lol ah the joys of living off grid … I have a cool cross breeze and while the suns shining I got heaps of power 🙂
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My house is all electric, I need a bright spark and a block of ice 🔆🔆😎🌞 Tha call is not till 7.00 tonight !!
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😦 glad it’s after 7pm now, but I haven’t had my computer on for four hours … 🙂
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Yes It’s better now, and my fridge stood ok and thinks didn’t, which was great because my bother and sister’s meals that they had made for me, and stored the in the freezer, had survived, yeah…..
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ouch I forgot about the supplies, that is dire! Relieved to hear you all survived 🙂
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The photo, poem, and song are a perfect trio!
I see you as a flyer, Ivor! and you will continue to fly…in all things…your life, your travels, your writing, your courage, your wonderful attitude, ETC! 🙂
HUGS!!! 🙂
PS…Why didn’t Santy bring you a Safety Razor for Christmas?! Since Santy never shaves I’m sure he has one laying around! 😉 😛
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Oh don’t worry, the story was exaggerated, from a mere nick , to help the story line sound good….. It’s a bit of poetic licence !!
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Okay, good! Whew! I was about to send you a huge supply of bandages! 😮 😀
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Oh, I’ve still got my supply of bandages handy !!…. But that’s one thing I’ve noticed, the improvement with my ability to have a shave, yes my right arm is on the mend. It’s all this typing that’s gotta be helping too !! xx
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And the poet will soar high, not just fly! 🙂
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Oh that’s lovely of you to say so 😊😉
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just so beautiful. Loved it.
last two lines so laced with melancholy and optimism :
“Best I stop before I die
The recovering poet still wants to fly”
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Oh thank you Shefali, you’ve got this so right, every word of the poem is laced with underlying meaning, and open to everyone’s interpretations
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Cortez the killer and a sharp razor — BEWARE!
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I was playing Neil Young this morning and I liked the idea of his music with my poem 😊😉
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Don’t bother Ivor – beards are right on trend just now. 🙂
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Oh I do hate being unshaven 😊😉
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One of my favorites. I feel like you sliced a piece of your life off and airmailed it to me, dripping with blood all the way. *hand up* <– another vote for an electric shaver. ♥.
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Yes, that’s what poem is about, my being cut up, but I’ve still got to have another go 😊🤗
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*hugs* ♥.
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Perhaps you should grow a beard 🙂
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