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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A powerful poem, Ivor! So grateful for the moon! And grateful for your poems about the moon. I know you, too, appreciate and commune with the moon. The moon, the stars, and the night sky bring me peace, comfort, hope, strength (ETC)…I’ve always felt a kindred spirit there.
Beautiful photos and music!
(((HUGS))) 💛⋆. ⭒🌔⭒.⋆💛
Thank you for your wonderful encouragement, and heartwarming words, Carolyn … yes, it’s a lovely song by Lisa O’Neill, and the lyrics are even more special …
“Whilst, the Wild Workings of the Mind” – Lisa O’Neill
mama, you called me petal
you called me dandelion
but me, like every daughter
i’m less of a girl with time
grant me dreams accordingly
wish me so refined
but me, like every woman, i
suffer the wild workings of my mind
think to depths of wonder
wind pulls seeds asunder
whisht, wild workings of my mind
sell me down to h+ll, mama
petals, bones and all
love is the most beautiful reason to fall
i remember him and me
clutching to a boat
onward to the island
seek fifty thousand birds
the puffins and thе gannets
they danced around our knees
and hеavenly fog be the breath of god
that teased the dandelion seeds
there’s mountains on the moon, love
taller than what we see
he held my heart against his heart
peace came over me
before he passed me on the stairs
and fell into his sleep
his long sleep for all time
whisht, wild workings of my mind
they hunted me like buzzards would
and me, the mad march hare
holding onto my true love
and beating down the nightmare
how wrong it was, they found me
on the wrong side of the water
drifting from your harness
full spirit falling, mama
fast now, into darkness
dark the depths of wonder
whisht, wild workings of my mind
sell me down to h+ll, mama
petals, bones and all
love is the most cruel loss, mama, you befall
and so on sundays, mama
when you make your way to mass
let me be the chapel bell ringing in your heart
love is at its most still now
as i fall back to the earth
let me be the chapel bell ringing at my birth
Beautiful poem, dear Ivor. Sweet dreams. 😴 🌝
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Thank you kindly my friend 🥰😴📖
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Well, this ended n a timely fashion the bombs are flying again! away from the world’s wide
and worsening landslide.
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And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse
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the moon always shines bright in the nights, as we rely on its light, to guide us throguh the, darkest, times…
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Yes, that is so true 🌔🥰
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the moon will shine even when we don’t
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Beautifully written Ivor
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Thank you very much, Sadje
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You’re most welcome
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A gorgeous poem! ❤ ❤
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Thank you for your kindness, Carol
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A powerful poem, Ivor! So grateful for the moon! And grateful for your poems about the moon. I know you, too, appreciate and commune with the moon. The moon, the stars, and the night sky bring me peace, comfort, hope, strength (ETC)…I’ve always felt a kindred spirit there.
Beautiful photos and music!
(((HUGS))) 💛⋆. ⭒🌔⭒.⋆💛
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Thank you for your wonderful encouragement, and heartwarming words, Carolyn … yes, it’s a lovely song by Lisa O’Neill, and the lyrics are even more special …
“Whilst, the Wild Workings of the Mind” – Lisa O’Neill
mama, you called me petal
you called me dandelion
but me, like every daughter
i’m less of a girl with time
grant me dreams accordingly
wish me so refined
but me, like every woman, i
suffer the wild workings of my mind
think to depths of wonder
wind pulls seeds asunder
whisht, wild workings of my mind
sell me down to h+ll, mama
petals, bones and all
love is the most beautiful reason to fall
i remember him and me
clutching to a boat
onward to the island
seek fifty thousand birds
the puffins and thе gannets
they danced around our knees
and hеavenly fog be the breath of god
that teased the dandelion seeds
there’s mountains on the moon, love
taller than what we see
he held my heart against his heart
peace came over me
before he passed me on the stairs
and fell into his sleep
his long sleep for all time
whisht, wild workings of my mind
they hunted me like buzzards would
and me, the mad march hare
holding onto my true love
and beating down the nightmare
how wrong it was, they found me
on the wrong side of the water
drifting from your harness
full spirit falling, mama
fast now, into darkness
dark the depths of wonder
whisht, wild workings of my mind
sell me down to h+ll, mama
petals, bones and all
love is the most cruel loss, mama, you befall
and so on sundays, mama
when you make your way to mass
let me be the chapel bell ringing in your heart
love is at its most still now
as i fall back to the earth
let me be the chapel bell ringing at my birth
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Fabulous! 🙂
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Yes – powerful
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Thank you, Derrick
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Beautiful poem, and images! I woke up to a beautiful full moon at 4:30 am. 🤩
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Thank Eugi, I love writing about the moon 🌙🥰
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You’re welcome, Ivor. 🌛
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