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.
Hello readers and followers, you most welcome to participate in our new format from “Go Dog Go Cafe”, which is being organised by Donna Matthews, an interesting format of writing a “Haibun”, so read all about how to write a Haibun, and you are all welcome to join us at Go Dog Go Cafe, and post your articles here on “Haibun Wednesdays” …by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Autobiographical poetic prose accompanied by haiku.
Bruce Ross
In his old age Basho, who may be credited with establishing the haiku form, undertook a long journey to the remote regions of northern Japan, fully expecting to die before completing it. He did complete the journey, and his record of it has become a classic of world literature and an example, in the broadest sense, of haibun, autobiographical poetic prose accompanied by haiku. – Journey to the Interior, American Versions of Haibun, Edited by Bruce Ross
Writer’s guide…
Some things to keep in mind when writing haibun:
The range of haibun is broad and frequently includes autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, and travel journal.
A haibun is a combination of prose and haiku.
The prose is brief and simple and usually written in the present tense.
The ediditor of Red Wolf Journal, Irene Toh, is pleased to announce the release of the Spring 2022 Issue.
The poets with work in the A Change of World edition are:
Dmitry Blizniuk Paul Brooke Jeff Burt Joe Cottonwood CS Crowe Mary Anna Scenga Kruch Ron. Lavalette Joan Mazza Karla Linn Merrifield Peter Mladinic Misky Larry Oakner Frederick Pollack Emalisa Rose Timothy Resau Rikki Santer Emil Sinclair Ivor Steven Debi Swim
The ediditor of Red Wolf Journal, Irene Toh, is pleased to announce the release of the Spring 2022 Issue.
The poets with work in the A Change of World edition are:
Dmitry Blizniuk Paul Brooke Jeff Burt Joe Cottonwood CS Crowe Mary Anna Scenga Kruch Ron. Lavalette Joan Mazza Karla Linn Merrifield Peter Mladinic Misky Larry Oakner Frederick Pollack Emalisa Rose Timothy Resau Rikki Santer Emil Sinclair Ivor Steven Debi Swim
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.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
I had a good home but I left I had a good home but I left, right, left That big fucking bomb made me deaf, deaf A Humvee mechanic put his Kevlar on wrong I guarantee you’ll meet up with a suicide bomb Hell broke luce Hell broke luce
Big fucking ditches in the middle of the road You pay a hundred dollars just for fillin’ in the hole Listen to the general every goddamn word How many ways can you polish up a turd Left, right, left, left, right Left, right Hell broke luce Hell broke luce Hell broke luce
How is it that the only ones responsible for making this mess Got their sorry asses stapled to a goddamn desk Hell broke luce Hell broke luce Left, right, left
What did you do before the war? I was a chef, I was a chef What was your name? It was Geoff, Geoff I lost my buddy and I wept, wept I come down from the meth So I slept, slept I had a good home but I left, left Pantsed at the wind for a joke I pranced right in with the dope Glanced at her shin she said nope Left, right, left
Nimrod Bodfish have you any wool Get me another body bag the body bag’s full My face was scorched, scorched I miss my home I miss my porch, porch Left, right, left
Can I go home in March? March My stanch was a chin full of soap That rancid dinner with the pope Left, right, left
Kelly Presutto got his thumbs blown off Sergio’s developing a real bad cough Sergio’s developing a real bad cough Hell broke luce Hell broke luce Hell broke luce
Boom went his head away And boom went Valerie What the hell was it that the president said? Give him a beautiful parade instead Left, right, left
When I was over here I never got to vote I left my arm in my coat My mom she died and never wrote We sat by the fire and ate a goat Just before he died he had a toke Now I’m home and I’m blind And I’m broke What is next
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 