Throwback Friday, Blue Pastic Tripe


Recently, the theme of most of my poems has been nature and our treatment of the environment. Today’s Throwback Friday poem, written in October 2019, was also a reflective poem about nature.

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former. … Albert Einstein

Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. … Albert Einstein



Blue Plastic Tripe

The sun’s filtered warmth
Opens my notebook
And a red wine
Enhances the imagination nook
This Cafe’s quietly humming
Enticing my visions into reality
As my heart beats out a rhyme
Listening to melodic rhythms
And I sing to myself, a worldly question
Do we have the character —
to repair our transgressions?

A forest symphony’s chiming,
“All my leaves are brown.”
Touching a sensitive soul, one more time
Forcing my dancing feet down to the coastline
Where I hear Mother Earth, singing the blues
And sad mermaids are playing harps in tune,
to the ancient whales, deep moaning sounds
” The ocean now covers me, in plastic tripe”
Are we hearing the lullaby of his final night?








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Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Tullawalla:

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Ivor Steven ©  October 2025

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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.

27 thoughts on “Throwback Friday, Blue Pastic Tripe”

      2. The atmosphere is relaxed and friendly for me and Frankie and they let me use my table like an office writing desk: we are usually there for 3 hours 📖📘😍🐶

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    1. The whale pic’ was my ‘screenshot’ from Antony’s music/video … I’m not sure whether that’s allowed under copyright … one I’ll investigate what the rules are!!

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  8. This is such a poignant poem, Ivor. It’s difficult to imagine how disrespectful the human race has become. Your powerful lines are so true.

    “Where I hear Mother Earth, singing the blues
    And sad mermaids are playing harps in tune,
    to the ancient whales, deep moaning sounds”

    🌊🌅🥲

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    1. ‘We creatures’ are not setting a good example for the other creatures and it’s time we understood that as Jane Goodall would say, “we are all one and the same” … (((Hugs))) 💙💕😍🌏📖📘🐶

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  11. We do have a lot to worry about these days, Environmental issues may not seem as pressing as in normal times when health insurance is doubling and tripling, grocery bills are rising, and housing is becoming out of reach for many.

    Meanwhile, a lawless administration is taking away food assistance from poor children, trying to suppress free speech, manipulating elections, fomenting violence in American cities, and tearing down the East wing of the White House illegally, replacing it with a ballroom that dwarfs the historic White House. 🙁

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