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.

Peace & Light, Classic Poems Presented By Go Dog Go Cafe’s, Barista’s

Here’s a classic poem to help cheer-up your day….. and by the way “WordPress” have informed me that this is my ”1000th” post here on my site…

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A Classic poem, by W D Yeats. “The Song of Wandering Aengus”, presented by Ivor Steven.  This magnificent poem from 1899, warms the love in my heart every time I read the words. Below the poem, I’ve also attached the song version by Mike Scott and his band the Waterboys. Mike Scott actually produced a complete album of poems by W D Yeats, called “An Appointment With Mr Yeats”

The Song of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something…

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Grandma’s Hands

I wonder what mum and grandma are thinking

Mum was born after the First World War

A child of the roaring twenties

Then she became a poor teenager, of the great depression

And a young nurse, during the horror’s of a second World War

A time when everyone’s supplies were rationed

 

Everyone helped each other, when things run out

Everyone knew a son, that been killed in the war

Everyone gave you a soft shoulder to lean on

Everyone shared each others pain

Our parents and grandparents survived

And taught us compassion, and the value of every single life

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020

Boy In A Bubble

I’m living inside my bubble of air and sea

But my shadow is drifting away from me

A distant silhouette beyond my arms reach

Now I’m an isolated sand-grain off yesterday’s beach

 

I’m walking alone and free in today’s daydream

Thinking of life, crossing-over to be with my honey and cream*

This commonwealth of man has isolated the birds and bees

Now I’m hoping to hug this dark forest’s future trees

 

honey and cream* >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/10/28/cream-and-honey-2/

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020

Caressing Trust

On “Weekly Prompts” the Wednesday challenge is: THE ELBOW BUMP. An interesting topic about this current greeting phenomena, Please go and visit “Weekly Prompts” fabulous site, by clicking >> Here ..  Tonight in response to the prompt, I’ve written a Senryu, which depicts my opinion on this sort of greeting.

 

Caressing Trust: a Senryu

 

Between hugging arms

From our elbows to our toes

In hope we will trust

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020

Even the Church-mouse Had Fled

I stood beside the librarian, and didn’t know why she was crying

My poetry group’s Sunday meeting was cancelled this morning

I had last night’s dreams in my hand, as a readable draft

They were soulful words that needed to leave my heart

But my poet’s notebook remained virally unread 

I was left segregated, and even the church-mouse had fled 

 

Next morning, during the dawn’s half light

I lay there half awake, recalling my other half’s restless night

By then the evening tears had cleansed my misty sight

And washed the dusty notebook pages back to white

Alive again, my 2B pencil had begun to rewrite

About my dreams of life’s old wrongs and future plights

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020

Promote Yourself Monday, March 16, 2020 and Round UP from March 9, 2020!

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…..

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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday! Another great week last week, now that we got the bugs worked out from the week before. Overall we had 270 views, 45 likes and 263 comments. As I have said before, numbers cannot measure the community we build worldwide with this wonderful feature, they sure tell us how important it has become. I will share links below, but and once again invite you to postalink to writing (600 words or less please!) published on your blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below. With the coronavirus affecting all of us, let us fight back with our antivirus of creative energy!

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

Last week’s round UP with 38 shares! (I apologize for any formatting snafus… I am using the new editor and a…

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What? Escalation Again

This weekend “The Weekly Prompt” challenge is slightly different from the norm; They have chosen a question, and the question is ‘What is it?‘ Please go and check out their fabulous site by clicking >>HERE…. Above, in the Feature Image, is my photo of “What is it?” , and below is my poem about the object in the photo ??

 

What? Escalation Again

 

Is this the germ?

That mysterious virus

Or maybe the cure

Our miracle antibiotic

Why profoundly round?

A slippery pill of renown

Why be so colourful?

The answers a rainbow, upside down

 

Red’s for blood

Yellow’s our solar sun

Blue for the ocean that surrounds

What about the black crosses?

Sorry, the gravestones

Representing the losses

 

An insightful imagination

Of a sixteen year-old

During the cold-war escalation

His world then, was young and bold

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020

Airborne Distrust

The winds of time have changed us

And poisoned the fallen petals on our beds of snugness

Life’s dreams are flooding in rivers of hard rain

Where every river ends up in oceans of choking drains

 

Today there’s a gale, blow wind, blow

Cover us in pure white snow

Cool off our noxious foes

Drown our secret fears and toxic woes

 

There’s gathering piles of angel dust

During these days of airborne distrust

Laying unnaturally on barren ground

Making us weary and feeling unsound

 

We’re here cowering on uncovered platforms

Waiting out this passing sandstorm

And there’ll be the winds drenching rains

Before, quietly and calmly, the rainbow glows again

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020