An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
Not Good, But I’m Ok (a Tanka)
On this Good Friday morning, a lone bird drifts beneath the sun — a small, steady shape moving through a world that still carries its wounds. Watching it, I felt the familiar pull of memory, the long years of care, love, and quiet endurance that shaped my life. This Tanka rose from that moment, from that tear in the sky, and the music below holds the same fragile ache — a home built from devotion, loss, and the tenderness that remains.
Not Good, But I’m Ok(a Tanka)
I fly beneath you On this Good Friday morning, And I spy a tear In the corner of your eye — Is our World a sinful stye?
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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Heart-touching, beautiful, powerful, and relatable, Ivor. Your photos, words, Tanka, and that music harmonize to touch our hearts and souls.
I know those who have passed on, like your wonderful dad and and mom, and your precious Carole are all smiling on you, loving you, surrounding you, and are so proud of you! 💜
With all that is going on in the world on this Good Friday…continue to rest in the good memories and the love. 🙂
(((HUGS))) ❤️❤️❤️
This is very beautiful poetry, Ivor!
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Thank you very much, Suzette 🥰📖
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You are most welcome, Ivor!
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Beautiful, dear friend. Blessings to you. 💙🌏🌤️🐦🎶
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Thank you kindly my dear friend 💙📘🥰🎶
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I have heard clips of this song but never the whole thing. What a beautiful musical choice to accompany your poem.
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Thank you, Violet… the song is very emotionally close to the truth for me 🥰🎶💛
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How lovely! 🙂
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Thank you kindly. Sue 🥰💛
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Heart-touching, beautiful, powerful, and relatable, Ivor. Your photos, words, Tanka, and that music harmonize to touch our hearts and souls.
I know those who have passed on, like your wonderful dad and and mom, and your precious Carole are all smiling on you, loving you, surrounding you, and are so proud of you! 💜
With all that is going on in the world on this Good Friday…continue to rest in the good memories and the love. 🙂
(((HUGS))) ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you so much for all of your heart warming words dear, Carolyn 🥰💕🐶💛🌏🎶📖📘💙
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your words are touching and bittersweet and you’ve chosen a very pretty song to go with them –
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So endearingly heart-rending, Ivor
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Oh, Ivor! Memories never leave us, isn’t it! Touching verse and lovely song. 💙🤗
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Beautiful 🥰happy Easter weekend dear Ivor💕🐣
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Thank you very much, Ortensia … I’m supposed to resting up a bit … but it seems there’s no rest for us old, wicked ones …
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Oh no, get your rest as prescribed. And some chocolate 😉
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It’s nearly midnight, but I did have some chocolate 🍫😴
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Beautiful and touching words, dear Ivor. May your memories always be gentle and endearing. 💕🐦🥰
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Thank you for your heartwarming words my friend 🥰📖💛
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You’re most welcome, Ivor! 💕
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❤️☮️ take care of your beautiful heart.
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Thank you kindly, Ali 🥰
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The gentle and the searching. A little sinful sting at the end there.
”Love is a bird, she needs to fly.”
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And fly she did … away into the stars …
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