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.

One More Spoonful

On Weekly Prompts this weekend, the challenge word Glimmer. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here And is a poem I wrote back in January, that I thought to be suitable piece for the prompt …

Hello dear readers, I had a difficult time writing this poem, as my thoughts were jumbled and confused, but eventually after toiling away, I think the piece gradually developed into something resembling my initial dreamy thoughts … And then I could not make up my mind on the title, between “A Shining” or “One More Spoonful” ..

One More Spoonful

I was reading my never ending story

about crossing the rivers of time

and climbing a mountain of dreams

then along the crest of a misty waterfall

a mysterious rainbow appeared at dawn

as a shimmering glimmer of hope

and above my unreachable horizon

there was a shining

tempting me to turn around

and resume paddling upstream

to where I could savour

a spoonful of life’s cream

Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

Tullawalla Is Here!!

My old school-case from sixty-years ago, full of “Tullawalla Books”

My house has been invaded by “Tullawalla Books” … come over and join the party, and lets celebrate … my long awaited SELF-PUBLISHED new edition is NOW available
… contact me via my web-email >> ivorrs20@gmail.com The book is only $20.00 AU plus postage & handling. If you are interested in purchasing a book, send me an email, I’ll send a PayPal Invoice out to you.

This Fence (Tullawalla, page 33)

I am quickly nearing this fence.

An obstacle of a lifetime I see.

And from my side of this fence,

The hurdle is too high for me.

And on the other side of this fence,

There seems nowhere to land or flee.

I have arrived at this fence,

Above the pickets, just grey sky.

And on my side of this fence,

The grass is brown and dry.

On the other side of this fence,

The grass is green, but still I cry.

How am I to clear this fence,

There seems nowhere to go or get by.

This fence, all built of stones,

Breaks my spirit, and all my bones.

Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

Throwback Friday, Lodestone Clouds, by Ivor Steven

My poem “Lodestone Clouds”, from September 2019 is up on Throwback Friday at ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’ magazine.

Go Dog Go Café

I wrote this poem on a wet and cloudy day, on September 16th, 2019, and ironically three years later, today is exactly the same …

Lodestone Clouds (Revised)

I saw a blink in her golden eye

As the purple nebula covered her sky

I felt her aloha clouds pulsate

As I stepped into her open gate

Then I caressed her crystal tears

As her misty showers melted my fears

I gently glided onto her feathered dome

As her glowing lodestones enticed me home

Ivor Steven (c) September 16th 2019

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…

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The Last Chicane (Revised)

“The Last Chicane” is a poem I wrote in October 2019, and this morning I reworded several lines …

The Last Chicane (Revised)

I have been climbing every rung

Even the broken ones unsung

I have played every sad song

Even when the words were wrong

I saw my bird fly away

Even though her nest stays here today

I have praised my swan’s eternal fight

Even through her turbulent flights

I am listening to the bells chiming

Even above lyrics that are not rhyming

I am beginning to flutter my wings again

Even after missing the last chicane

I am preparing for the next equestrian

Even though I am a lost pedestrian

Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

A Steep Slide (a Musette)

Recently Ryan Stone [https://daysofstone.wordpress.com/] introduced me to a new poem format Musette, and today I am presenting my first attempt at writing a Musette.
“Musette”
three verses
first line – 2 syllables
second line – 4 syllables
third line – 2 syllables
rhyme scheme – a/b/a c/d/c e/f/e
title reflects poems content

A Steep Slide (a Musette)

I creep

Down the steep slide

I weep

Betrayed

I hide and shake

Afraid

I crawl

Away from shame

And bawl

Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

Miles From Home

At my ‘Dome Poetry Group’ (here in Geelong) the prompt is to write a poem (any form) inspired by a phrase on the last page of a book. (Reveal the source.) I chose “Another Yellow Door” by C Flaherty Brown, and below is the last phrase in her book, followed by my ‘Fictional Poem’, Miles From Home.

Miles From Home

Today

I went left, instead of right

No matter what direction

Or decision I choose

At the end of day

There will be night

My time to rest

And remain out of sight

Tomorrow

I shall take the backroads

Miles away from my troubled life

Miles and miles

Beyond those evil eyes of strife

Tonight

I will sleep under the stars

With my loyal companion

Now

He gives me that inquisitive stare

“Don’t look at me like that

I know mate, I know

I should never have left the wife”

Ivor Steven © September 2022

Promote Yourself Monday: September 12, 2022

Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer-friendly site…..by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

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Salvation Sunday (a Birthday poem for Kylie)

My Faerie writing book and the words I was penciling today

Salvation Sunday (a Birthday poem for Kylie)

A lazy Sunday afternoon

We are both resting

Frankie is napping/snoring

As usual he lets me share the bed

I am penciling these words

Into my Faerie writing book

A well used birthday gift

From my adorable niece Kerri

She lives in Philadelphia

Here I am in Geelong

We are worlds apart

But joined at the heart

We were chatting earlier

The time difference still confuses me

Yesterday was her niece’s birthday

Kylie is now fourteen

Wow, time flies, she was only ten

When I last saw her

Happy birthday dear Kylie

I miss your gorgeous smile

Hey! I miss all you guys

Cheers from uncle Ivor

Hugs and kisses to everyone

Over there in Philadelphia

Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

A Nomad (Revised)

A poem I originally wrote in July 2019, and today I am posting this revised version.

A Nomad (Revised)

I’m writing a letter to yesterday’s nomad

The drifter of my dreams, alone and sad

My nomad’s world is flowing wider

Broken trees floating on a flooding river

These empty words, today seem drier

The receding waters, now a wet season’s Indian giver

This final message, I falsely send

We shake hands, smile, our eyes pretend

My heart sinks, my nomad boards the next boat

Noah’s ark departs, I walk home, alone, in my raincoat

Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

Throwback Friday, Some Time Now, by Ivor Steven

Happy 46th Anniversary Carole

Go Dog Go Café

A melancholic poem I wrote 10 years ago, and our 46th anniversary day is the 10th of September …

Some Time Now

Today’s anniversary is foty-six years

A marriage of happy smiles, then sad tears

Our color is bothpurple and sapphire blue

Representing the depth and stability of you

Anniversaries, they come, and they go

Some time now since that final May snow

Anniversaries, my soul does not let them pass

Some time now, I reminisce the last

Anniversaries, none ever forgotten

Some time now since your everlasting smile was taken

Anniversaries, over coral and every colour

Some time now since your tidal wave of valour

Anniversaries, when love grew stronger

Some time now since the years became longer

Anniversaries, covered by, love, suffering and pain

Some time now since our river flooded with rain

Your troubles fell, with an Autumn leaf

Forever enshrined, our promises of belief

Ivor…

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