Life is starkly unusual
When darkness is having a duel
Inside our over tired heads
As we toss and turn in bed
The unconscious psyche, cannot help but peep
At the mind’s, old fighting black sheep
Locking horns over their lost flock
Rattling the bones of our over-anxious body clock
Then twisting thoughts against the boxing ropes
Finally, bells ring, and our punch-drunk soul wants to elope
Ivor Steven (c) September 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.Plumber/Poet 
the ever present push and pull
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Yes Beth, I think we all have our own moments… I was just trying to describe those battles in a concise way….. xx
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I love your poem of your complicated thoughts! 🙂
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My complicated thoughts jusr woke me up 💛😂
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And you got a great poem out of it! Oh. No you mean now? I’m behind time aren’t I, go back to sleep 😴
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I shall straight away mame 😂💛
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Very relatable of the moment! Also love the title for it, can’t quite say why – but sometimes good things don’t need an explantion! Happy to be reading your poems again. 🙂
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Thank you dear, always lovely to hear from you.. Oh “black sheep” , I suppose a nice way of saying shitty thoughts 🐑😊💛
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Ah, Ivor! How these pulls and pushes affect us. Sleep tight, my friend.
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I’m going back to sleep right now 😊😴💛
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😴😴💙
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with many a saddle bag full
of that black wool of the soul
… taking a heavy toll
but one bright shiny day
as the driven snow
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There’s a black sheep in the closest
There’s sun shining on me here in Geelong
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… as White as the driven snow
when the Cat flys higher than the eagle
with a woolly message in a bottle 😎
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A big cat fight next week
Winner feeding on a Giant beak
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Excuse me while I kiss a Magpie 😎
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Fabulous description of a restless night !
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Thank you Raili, my restless night probably went to long, but I woke up ok in the morning…….
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Dark and pretty…
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Excellent poem, Ivor, and fabulous last line!
Life has it ups and downs even when we are asleep! 😴
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Thank you Eugenia, yes sometimes our dreams are too active…
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Yes, they can be and sometimes I can’t remember them.
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Isn’t this the truth Ivor? Some way or another our thoughts (good and struggles) come out in our dreams.
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You’ve described this SO well! And your word-pics are so vivid! And the emotions behind them so deep!
Wow! Yes, I can relate!
(((HUGS)))
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Yes, I think everyone can relate at some moment in their lives, and I was trying to create that feeling, my poem was for all those night-time feelings that happen to us… xxx
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