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.

A Red Bouquet

A Red Bouquet

The dawn sky’s a misty red

Mirroring my eyes, etched edges of red

T’was my dad’s anniversary yesterday

And I didn’t go to visit her, during the day

She adored dad, my darling redhead

So best I vacate this lonely bed

And select her some blooms from my flowerbed

My courtyard’s a sea of dazzling reds

A vivacious Begonia, called a Dragon Wing Red

Our gifted Geranium, glows a deep ruby red

And dad’s Day Lily, is a glossy red

I’ll create a bright red bouquet from the three

And place the flowers in our vase under her tree

Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020

Tullawalla #15

Tullawalla, Nineteen Steps

Hello dear readers and followers, I’ve been away from blogging for three days, because again, I’ve been arduously preparing and typing, to produce my Fifteenth Tullawalla Poetry Booklet….. For new readers that don’t know about these booklets, they are basically the reason why I write poetry. I produce the booklets for the sole purpose of raising funds for my favourite charity organization, the MS Society, in Australia via the MS Charity Shop here in Geelong. And actually all money’s I receive for any of my poetry submissions, I also donate to the MS Society. Fantastic news this week, with a few more donations coming in lately, I’m proud to announce, that the sale of my “Tullawalla Booklets”, has now gone well pass $1000. 00, … to all the lovely readers, who have donated, to help achieve such a wonderful amount, a big heartfelt thank you from “us” and the MS Society … …..Amazingly, there is now a total of “613 poems”, in my collection of 15 Tullawalla Booklets. Anyhow the booklet is finally completed, and ready for sale now.. !! As always, they are available for purchase, either as a hard copy or a PDF format….. All proceeds go to the MS Charity Shop, here in Geelong West….. Please contact me here through my web site page and I can chat about arrangements from there…. Oh, the booklet is called “Tullawalla: “Nineteen Step”, and coincidently, this, the feature poem from my the booklet was published by FREE VERSE REVOLUTION, on Friday, 8th, February… You can visit their fabulous magazine today!! Please click on this link >> https://freeverserevolution.wordpress.com/ …. And here is the link to my website >> ivors20.wordpress.com

Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020

Promote Yourself Monday, February 10, 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…..

Go Dog Go Café

Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link 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.

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Throwback Friday, A Tattooed Blond, By Ivor Steven.

Another one of those dreams,

Go Dog Go Café

A Tattooed Blond

I’m neither here nor there

Half asleep nor half awake

Not quite conscious

Like a drifting snowflake

Sinking through a prism

Where I fantasize and over-achieve

Seeing a blond-haired vixen

Thinking I’ve seen her tatt’s before

I’m retreating, hiding

From her beckoning embraces

My drunken mates at the bar

Giggling and smirking, as if I can’t see

Between, there’s a tattered curtain

A pale veil, shadows lurking

A vision surreal, of blue, red and black

Like a fiery chasm

The blond’s tattoos, twitch and spasm

Chasing my body into the surf

Waves crashing over, and around

A bubbling sensation, wildly scary

I sprawl atop the tattoos in the sand

And I wonder what to do

With her bloodied tattooed hand

Wishing I could escape from here or there

I suddenly awaken, and burst into tears

Recognising my weakest fears

Featured Image: Bing Images, Pineterest

Ivor Steven (c) …

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The End / Terminé

Here I’m reblogging, a powerful and poignant poem, written by Freddric G. Martin

Faeries Calming the Soul

Faeries Calming The Soul

Today’s cool breeze, has dried my eyes

And I’m comfy, under this shady palm

Watching, sparkling faerie ripples on the bay

And silvery clouds waving to me from the sky

I see faerie footprints upon ageless sand

And the town’s daily ferry-boat sails by

I’m bathing in this day’s caressing faerie balm

And my fragile soul’s reciprocating the calm

Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020

My Bird Feeder

This week’s midweek challenge on ‘Weekly Prompts’ is: BIRD FEEDERS. Please go and visit the fabulous “Weekly Prompts” site by clicking >> Here

I don’t own a bird feeder as such, but I suppose my verandah roof acts as my permanent bird feeder. Seeds from my neighbours trees seem to naturally end up landing on my verandah roof. The birds can be quite noisy feathered friends, as they clatter around on my verandah. … but while they are busily chomping seeds on my roof, the birds are forgetting to feast on my ripe ‘Rapunzel Cherry Tomatoe’ bush, and some of my readers, might remember what happens to those who steal from ‘Tomatoe Bush’, for a reminder, you can peruse at this link to that post >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/03/27/how-many-books-do-i-take-on-the-cruise/ …….”BEWARE”…….

Featured Image Above: My verandah roofer, the birds feeding area…!!

Below: My 9ft tall Rapunzel Cherry Tomatoe Bush, higher than the guttering.