After Midday

Featured Image Above: Frankie gives me that sad brown eyed doggie stare as I walk out the front door to go to the Book Fair at 7.30 this morning.

Setting our table displays up at 8.30 am … I’m ready for the 9.00 am start




After Midday


I’m not walking barefoot anymore

My old paws are too tender and sore

After attending the local bookstore

And there is no need to keep score

While time allows me to use the front door








Ivor Steven (c) January 2024

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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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