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.

Survive, Again

I’m here, in my writers room

Secure in this single cocoon

But my active mind’s wondering

And dreams of freely wandering

 

Be patient I am told

Remember those bad days of old

When your body turned cold

Dead from a worldly mould

 

You’re to be a good patient again

Remember those months of pain

When clots and spots invaded your brain

And how you survived, to see your spirit reign

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020

Because Now

A superbly poignant poem by Ali…. come join us at the bonfire on the beach…. and watch the flames of love burn freely…🧡💛🌏

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on the beach I begin
because now I am ready
and so are you

to turn our fear into fuel
build a bonfire to bring warmth
for all now sitting in cold darkness

I start with kindling of prejudice
add sticks of anger
a log of fear
a heavy round of anxiety
watch the flames ignite to hot glow

come close and sit with me now
add your logs to this burning pyre
hate and terror blaze brightly with heat
finally an efficient use for their energy

let’s watch
as flames of love
devour all that we
believe we cannot face
to singe away, char and reform
all that has been holding us back

love knows how to transform
create a burning
to warm us all through
this dark night.

come to the beach
now we are ready

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

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A Dragonfly Lives Six Months

The Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is  ‘Ladders.‘ please go over and visit the  “Weekly Prompts” fabulous site by clicking >>HERE. Today my poem is about the view I see from the top of my ladder….

 

A Dragonfly Lives Six Months

 

From atop of my wooden ladder

I saw crowds growing madder

Beyond the world’s yellowing sky

I heard a murmuring dragonfly

Cry and fall off his rainbow slide

Landing awkwardly on his side

Powerless I gazed, mortified

As one of nature’s angels, slowly died

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020

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