August 2022 – Page 3 – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Throwback Friday, Beyond Pain, There is More, by Ivor Steven

My poem “Beyond Pain, There is More” is up at Throwback Friday on “Go Dog Go Cafe”

Today’s poem was written in December 2018, I was in hospital at the time, and there seemed no end to my daily pain. Here I am presenting a revised version

Beyond Pain, There is More (a Revised Poem)

It’s eleven seventeen

I not not nineteen

Anymore

Old warriors are bold

I will not be told

Anymore

Today’s pain will heal

Life is not a race

Anymore

Tired eyes are closing

I am not going fishing

Anymore

Sands of time have been

I will not remain unseen

Anymore

My feet are willing to travel

I am not covered in gravel

There is more

Ivor Steven (c) December 2018

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Wall of Thorns

Another repost while I am laying down with my sore back … written when I had my third stroke, and I was laying in hospital 31st January 2019 …

Apologies to my readers and followers for not blogging and responding to your articles with my usual zest, my debilitating back pain doesn’t allow me to sit at my computer … hopefully the situation will improve soon.

Wall of Thorns (a Haiku)

My bed of roses

Is scaling a wall of thorns

Perpetually

The Lighthouse

Another older poem from February 2021, while I am slowly recovering from my painful back soreness…

The Lighthouse

I am afloat

In between

Here and there

Am I lost?

My ship clock

Is a sundial

Using the moon

To reflect on time

I hear the waves

Pounding white hooves

A heavy sound

Of many moods

Is the sea growing wider?

Is the light glowing brighter?

Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2021

Pain And Tears

A poem about a painful procedure I had a few years ago … sadly my back pain today is feeling very similar 🤗🌏

Pain and Tears

I was curled up like a baby

Exposing my arched back

Firstly an aching anesthetic needle

Then a probing harpoon

They were digging deep beneath

I was gritting my teeth

They had missed the spot

Hitting bone, not forgiving or soft

I screamed in pain

My tears poured like rain

Finally the probe was extracted

And with another injection of anesthetic

A second probing spear

The next failure I did fear

I’m biting that imaginary bullet

My tears poured like rain

They pulled out the rod again

One more go, they deemed

Is the procedure a bad dream

More anesthetic went in

Followed by that probing rod

Relief, they find the core’s spot

The spinal fluid is drained

Happily, my tears stopped again

Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2019

A Welcoming Roar, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem“A Weloming Roar”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/a-welcoming-roar/

Ivor Steven (c) August 2022

Promote Yourself Monday: August 8, 2022

Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

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Day One (a Repost)

A poem from early in year, while I am here laid up in bed with a sore back

Day One

Before Day One

I wished upon a star
That the milk-bar
Was not too far away
My life’s bread was crumbling
My weathered hands were funmbling
Witnessing the last supper was humbling

Day One

There, beyond the darkness
Out in the universe
From a million light-years away
Under an alien’s microscopic frame
We would all look the same

After Day One

I wished for the dust to settle
Then waited for rusted gunmetal
To mature into household kettles
Whistling hallelujah to new sunflower petals

Ivor Steven (c) August 2022

Out There, Right Now

Hobbling along

A tear sodden path

I stumble

Beneath heavy morning clouds

Shaken

I feel the shadow

Of her unfortunate life

Pass over me

From beyond the atmosphere

Of this disheartening world

Out there, somewhere

In our universe

Her eternal star

Somehow, right now

Illuminates my soul

Ivor Steven (c) August 2022

Throwback Friday, Moon Shadows and Celestial Lights (Revised), by Ivor Steven

“Her moon shadows shyly tiptoe through my nights
as my hazy dreams glow under her celestial lights”

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I am ‘Moon-struck’ this week, and here is another “Moon” poem, which I originally wrote in May 2018, and today I am reposting the version that I revised in October 2021 ..

Moon Shadows And Celestial Lights

I stood alone

in my second-hand clothes

holding her worn out soul

silently

I placed her ashes

in a brick wall

years of heartache

hidden in a chasm of pain

moments in time

now resting in peace

How does tomorrow become another day?

how does the past live with today?

Her moon shadows shyly tiptoe through my nights

as my hazy dreams glow under her celestial lights

Ivor Steven (c) October 25th 2021

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A Tired and Weathered Poet

(Tonight I completed the manuscript for my new book “Perceptions”)
Oh well, the editing and correction process is always ongoing, for the Tired and Weathered Poet

A Tired and Weathered Poet

my writing world

wearily worrys

while wisdom

wistfully wonders

what wizardry waits

within wayward walls

where wrinkled words

wrathfully wound

a tired and weathered poet