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.

Once Upon A Time

 

Once Upon A Time

 

The evening cloudy sky

Is glowing your colour red

My night’s ground is trembling

I hear an unearthly gale blowing

From where the half moon is howling

And I see your star is shaking

 

No, my dearest

I’ve not forgotten

You’re rattling my windows

Earlier than normal

Then that’s definitely you

Always ready and on time

 

I’ve yet to pick new flowers

For your pure white vase

Yes, forever watching over you

These years have flown

But today, feels like tomorrow

My memory tears

Are all for you

And I’m still singing your song

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

 

We’re All Here As One

In this week’s Wednesday challenge “Weekly Prompts” have chosen a very important word for the time we are living in : VULNERABILITY. Please go and visit “Weekly Prompts” site by clicking >>HERE.  Yes we are definitely living in vulnerable times of isolation and distancing. My poem below is about staying connected via our websites. And Hanna Kah’s website platform, is a good example of putting your talents out there, for everyone to enjoy… Here’s the link to their site > https://www.culture-y.com/  , and for an added bonus, if you click onto their site, and click ‘Home’, and then click on the video on their Header Page, you’ll get a video show of Hanna Kah’s live performance, from in her lounge-room studio…. please enjoy the show….

 

We’re All Here, As One

 

Mid afternoon

Time for a cuppa and cake

In the safety

Of my writing haven

Sheltering under the verandah

Listening to Hanna Kay’s music

Via a direct connection to Germany

Playing songs from her lounge-room

All the way to my courtyard

 

I’m all alone here

However, I’m sharing all of my words

To all of you readers

From all around the world

We’re all at a distance apart

But we’re all here, as one

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Easter Poem Lands In Mainz

My Easter poem “An Old Book Closes, a New Door Opens” , has grown wings, and landed in Germany (Mainz), via a website platform called, Culture-Y >> https://www.culture-y.com/das-format/

CULTURE-Y is an initiative of the Mainz band Hanne Kah. “Now, at a time when we face restrictions in everyday life, we feel all the more that cohesion is the most important formula for living together. Therefore, we decided to show all the wonderful actions and projects that impress and motivate across generations.”

“With this initiative we want to offer a platform for everything that is created “out there” in Mainz and the world so that it can move into your living room.”

“Everything should be possible on our portal. We think across generations and will unconditionally show everything that seems important and right to us. We will not be able to guarantee that every image is produced in high gloss, that technology always plays along. It remains handmade and that’s a good thing. We can already assure one thing: We believe in our platform and would be very happy if you would like to be part of our community.”

“Show us your creativity and send us your contributions. Let’s make CULTURE-Y great!..”

 

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Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020 .

Beyond the Dawn

Today I’m posting another article for the weekend challenge from “Weekly Prompts”, which is: Up and Down. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>Here .    My response below is a poem inspired by being able to venture out for a daily walk and observing the sky above…..

 

 

Beyond the Dawn

 

On my walks, of ups and downs

I do gaze at our covering crown

Yesterday I saw our cloudy sky

That darkening sea of grey

Today between whispering puffs

I saw an ocean of blue tufts

Tomorrow I wonder about the sun

Beyond the dawn of what’s to come

 

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020

An Old Book Shuts, a New Door Opens

This weekend the challenge from “Weekly Prompts” is: Up and Down. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>Here .    My response below is a poem about, the ‘downs and ups’ of our worlds situation at the moment….

 

An Old Book Shuts, a New Door Opens

 

Today I question myself

What do I see?

Upon my worlds’ lower shelf

There! An open wider drawer

Containing a treasure chest

A vast crater of potential

 

An orb with a mystical two piece door

The doors’ bottom half’s pale blue

Like yesterday’s fading blue moon

A book of old testaments

 

The doors’ top half’s bright yellow

A gateway of gilded gold

The book of tomorrow’s future

The new prophecy of days under the sun

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)

 

 

I Broke The Isolation Rules

In my home, I’d become a stranger

I couldn’t stand it any longer

So I entertained a guest today

A girl Emmie came to stay

Sweetly a companion blissfully pleasant

Not a great conversationalist

But her body language

Was gracefully warm and honest

And with first eye contact

I bowed to her demands

 

I guided her around my ranch

And after a scrumptious lunch

We went for a walk together

Despite the cold and windy weather

The outing in nature’s conditions

Didn’t dampen our joint ambitions

Of later resting on my comfy lounge-chair

Where I gently patted her curly hair

 

 

 

 

Coffee and Cake

 

Coffee and Cake

 

While shoppers are seeking toilet rolls for their bedpans

And busy emptying the shelves of silver-beet

I’m a traditional coffee and cake man

Who craves something tasty and sweet

Direct from the old bakery van

Like a coconut and chocolate wafer treat

With a freshly brewed coffee at hand

And a jovial chat, via a friendly meet

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020..

As Life Went By

 

Above Drawings: by Kerri Costello, my niece, who lives near Philadelphia (Bensalem)

Today’s poem, first appeared on my blog site in July 2017, however I’m not sure when I wrote the original piece….. I know the words where written during Easter “Once Upon Time”….. maybe 7 years ago ?

 

As Life Went By

 

You’re like an infant of mine, a distant cloud in the sky

Always ever present, not able to cry

You’re like a teen of mine, who somehow learnt to fly

Always gliding high, and passing her by

 

You’re like a child of mine, I lost on Good Friday

Always ever present, not able to cry

You’re like an ex-girl of mine, her first words were a lie

Always chasing the answer, by using her thighs

 

You’re like a friend of mine, who left on Good Friday

Always ever present, not able to cry

You’re like a lady of mine, her only instinct was to try

Always seeking final peace, as life went by

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020