An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
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.
My Halloween poem ‘Sleepy Hollow’ is at Spillwords Magazine, and thank you to Dagmara and her team for selecting my piece. Please go and visit my poem in Spillwords Magazine and give “Sleepy Hollow” a 💗, by clinking on this link >> https://spillwords.com/sleepy-hollow/
I’ve not written one these for a while, and I’ve enough of my comments stored in my NoteBook file to fill War And Peace !! Thank you to all of my dear readers who comment on my writings, I am forever grateful, and you all continue to inspire me to write these short poetry pieces about your marvelous posts.
Tit Bit #15 (a Repost from October 2018)
I used to say, mum was the one Dad was always there, daddy number one Carole came along, she was my only one They’re gone, I was left with no-one Myself has become an intimate one To you all, I cannot do without everyone
I love sharing my life I love talking about my wife Even though I’ve seen so much strife She wouldn’t have it any other way She graciously fought on, every day My story will never explain her everlasting smile My future is about trying, for her every mile
I know those old photo album feelings Old memories and dusty dreams Your heart does miss a beat They’ll be tears at your feet You’ll need a comfy seat Bathe in the images, so sweet
Life’s rotation process is endless Watermill wheels keep on turning I’m writing on recycled paper Word’s of purpose are not useless
Morning birds sing, but do not see By day, I’ll look like a tree Like a lonely Tawny Frog-mouth Owl By night, hear my wisdom howl
Beware, there’s more You’ll be shown the door By the bolt of Thor
I’ve been inspired by my tour of yesterdays street art in Geelong, and the magnificent mural of Chrissy Amphlett, so here she is, singing with the Divinyls
The weather is wet and windy here in Ballarat, but that does’t matter. I’m resting, relaxing, and enjoying the break. Today’s poem is from June 2019. Featured Image above; Street art on a building next door to the ‘Analogue Academy’, where my book launch was held on Saturday.
G’day dear readers and followers. After the hetic situation of my book launch yesterday, I am taking a well earned break and holiday at my brother’s place in Ballarat … I’ll just be posting older poems, or poems from Tullawalla for a little while. The Featured Image above; is from my brothers balcony looking across to Mt Warrenheip …
Here I have photograph the poem from my copy of Tullawalla.
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“Every picture tells a story” … I told the stories, and the warm smiles on everyones faces was my reward.
Judy, my publisher (Jaymah Press) …. My front table presentation
Reciting my poems, ‘Dreams of the Heart’, ‘Decades of Storms’, and ‘Coffee, Lamingtons, Life is a Serviette’
Mingling with the patrons at my book launch, from left to right, Neil & Andrea, Guenter (President of Geelong Writers Inc) … TJ (lowercase poetry, Daryl, my siblings, Miffy & Lawrie, me & Michaela, and Pip, whose wedding I went to “50” years ago
Judy, Joshua (Analogue Academy, and Marg & Pip, who were at my wedding “46” years ago.
I signed lots of books, here with Mickaela (lowercase poetry)
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. View all posts by ivor20
My book launch for “Tullawalla” is on Saturday, and appropriately one of the poems I am going to read at the event will be “Coffee, Lamingtons, Life is a Serviette”
Coffee, Lamingtons, Life Is A Serviette(Tullawalla, page 59)
I’m beginning to enjoy the ride
Black-ice used to scour my track
I’m wryly visualizing the other side
There’s no more turning back
Life is like a roller-coaster ride
Around the old amusement park
Slow and bumpy on the way up
The scenery is romantic at the top
Suddenly the frightening downhills test my grip
Eventually grinding to a smooth halt
Arriving at the bottom, I step out of my capsule
I yell out, “Wow that was fun, let’s do it again”
And that is my life
Jumping back on board my star-ship
For another flipping and dipping trip
Staring down through alien eyes and letting it rip