Sunset corrals me
With shadow-less power lines
Until twilight falls
Then I switch on the night lights
And see old lovers in bed
Ivor Steven (c) October 2023
Author: ivor20
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.
Words Fly High in the Sky
Hello dear readers and followers, I’m Back … My brother fitted my new/repaired computer this afternoon after overcoming a number of WiFi connection problems. And I am still having trouble connecting my Scanner and Colour Printer … Yep, there’s plenty of ‘teething’ issues for me to get through … but I’ll eventually get all my devices and apps uploaded. As for reinstalling my document files, that is going to be quite a task for me … Tonight, I am busy preparing things for a Market stall tomorrow … If you are in Geelong, drop in and say Hello …
High in the sky, a Dragonfly and an Octopus Cloud
Words Fly High in the Sky (a Senryu)
Until eyes hear sound
Future skies and dragonflies
Hold our hopes and dreams
Ivor Steven (c) October 2023
Throwback Friday, Untethered
Untethered
Today’s poem “Untethered”, is also an uncaptured piece that did not make the final list for the new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”… hmmm … and I always like to get away in my “Itmims” spacecraft …
Untethered
With my back against the setting sun
I will fly toward a placid place, not yet overrun
Where the ground is not made of buried heads and limbs
I will untether my sturdy spacecraft Itmims*
And traverse the universe to discover a new world
Another planet of wonderment, yet unfurled
Where rivers and oceans are crystal clear
And unmasked, I can breathe the atmosphere
Where flowering plains are home to sacred trees
And native fauna roam wild and free
*Itmims, Ivor’s time machine in micro space
Coming Soon
Ivor Steven (c) October 2023
Greed Bleeds the Needy
Greed Bleeds the Needy
The senate agreed
to ignore the people’s needs
“Let them grovel on their knees
for the left-over hog seeds”
then trust us indeed
to deliver more feed
from next year’s crop of duckweed
after a new seed tax is decreed
not to be misread as more greed
the deed is government-guaranteed!
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AND
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Deep and Deeper? (revised)
A poem I wrote back in April, a piece that did not make the final list in my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”, oh damn … maybe one for my next Book! … Anyhow, my poem seems appropriate for the world’s current happenings and dramatic events
Deep and Deeper?
while afloat, we keep seeking
and building boats that keep leaking
time sails by, and we keep weeping
I often wonder how deep
humanities knowledge is
yet unseen …
how deep are our oceans
yet unseen …
how deep is the universe
yet unseen …
how deep is humanities love
for one another
yet unseen …
Tullawalla is Available From
Jaymah Press:https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com
Amazon: search via, ‘Tullawalla by Ivor Steven’
AND
Perceptions is Now Available via:
Amazon: https://amzn.asia/d/4yFHWrT
Jaymah Press: https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
OR: email me directly for a signed copy – ivorrs20@gmail.com
Oh, No!
Oh, No! … Here in Australia, yesterday’s referendum, to give our First Nation’s people a ‘Voice’ in parliament was rejected … I think it’s a sad outcome for Australia, and I am feeling the hurt that my Aboriginal friends are experiencing today.
Oh, No!
Why cannot I be right?
Why is my right so wrong?
Why are the wrongs so strong?
How has racism become right?
Why does our blight?
Remain deaf dumb and blind!
Without any foresight!
Ivor Steven (c) October 2023
Flying Bricks of War (again)
I am posting this poem “again” … there is War “again” … more innocent lives will be “Lost”
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word, Lost … please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here
Featured Image Above: Gaza Strip border, Kibbutz Netiv Ha’Asara, Israel © Kai Wiendenhofer
Flying Bricks of War
There is a divisive brick wall
That stands harsh and tall
To stop people from breaking their fall
Then the leaders in ivory towers
Ceased talking about peace and flowers
And hurled bricks into that sandy strip
One brick after another brick
Flew from one side to the other
Smashing innocent children and mothers
Flying bricks crumbling into dust
Creating dirty clouds of mistrust
The walls of Babylon fell again
As brick upon brick crushed human brains
Brick upon brick filled the bloody drains
Brick upon brick killed and maimed
Ivor Steven (c) October 2023
Latitudinous
Latitudinous
Today, spring swirled
And reversed back to cold
I was discombobulated
And felt sullenly too old
To cope with Mother Nature’s moodiness
And her mobility above the latitudinous
Ivor Steven (c) October 2023
Throwback Friday, Crooked Ways (Revision #2)
I originally wrote this poem in January 2019, here today I have revised the piece for a second time.
Crooked Ways (Revision #2)
I’m not to be told, how to live my life
It’s been over a decade since having lost my wife
I’m not a great philosopher
Nor a modern fashion writer
I’m not a sprightly young surfer
Never clever enough to be bursar
Too old to be a toiling plumber
And these days I prefer to pen poetry
Some say you are never too old
Whatever, I shall always be bold
With my plans to reach for the stars
And continue to travel my crooked ways
Ivor Steven (c) October 2023
A Wounded Identity Badge
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is the word: Identity … To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here … My poem below is an appropriate and poignant response to the Prompt
A Wounded Identity Badge
I am lying here on brown dirt
My human blood is trickling
From a new open-cut wound
Into this ancient and sacred ground
I have been shot!
Straight through my “Yes” vote badge
By a white man’s racist outburst
His rant was full of arrogance and hatred
My badge is damaged but not destroyed
My heart is bruised but not broken
I will steadfastly, forever vote “Yes”
Until eyes hear the sound of human decency
Ivor Steven (c) October 2023
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