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.

Tit Bits #11

My efforts to beat failures go amiss

Someone keeps moving the goal-posts into the mist

I’m misunderstanding what I need to know

I understand what I already Know

I’m misunderstanding why they throw the stones

I understand the hurt of being hit by sharp stones

There’s a loud cheer from the crowd

But who’s listening to my silence now

Silence is deafening

My heart missed a beat

Waiting times are beckoning

My message replete

Telling myself it’s fine to have empty days

I smile to myself, at my misty eyes

They’re welcome emotions now-days

Swelling my heart in forgiving ways

Freckles And Dark Hair

I’m of mixed origin

Am I a hybrid

An off-spring of my parents

Dad was a red-head with freckles

From Tasmania, a convicts great-grandson

Mum had dark hair and olive skin

A German and Scottish background

She was born in Penang Malaysia

They were worlds apart

The great war shaped their paths

Time and peace brought them together

I’m their hybrid, freckles and dark hair

A Writers Aviary

A cold winters morn

Another new dawn

I’m refreshed, I’m alive

I roll myself over

Onto my tummy

Elbows on my pillow

The curtains are open

Gazing out the window

Through the leaves and red flowers

Of my Jazzi Bougainvillea

My courtyard’s looking homely

A havens scenery

My forest fernery

Full of natures greenery

I’m feeling cosy and dreamy

Comfy in my writers aviary

Politics Isn’t My Thing

Really “Politics Isn’t My Thing”., but please read this wonderfully intriguing poem by Cosmic Poetry, she writes with a lot of feeling.

Random

Weekly Prompts – Your second chance to be creative. A Photo Challenge, this weeks prompt is Random. RANDOM.

Their Plane’s bogged, in a paddock on the Indonesian island of Sumatra 1919

Keith Smith and Ross Smith, on their heroic flight from London to Darwin, in the Vickers Vimy aircraft. Winning the England to Australia air-race 1919, taking 28 days !!

The photos were taken by grandfather, Leopold Meyer.

Wondering And Wandering Again

Do you every have that vacant feeling

Silently in a void, wandering

Darkness has fallen

Clouds shroud the moon

Misty rain cools the night-air

Wondering what happened to your day-time

Hours of down-time

What have you done

Memories of your day have gone

Nothing in your hand

Blankness in your mind

Decoding untold stories

Writing on pure white pages

Words of invisible ink

Ink that runs away

Eloping with your pen

To find a better day

Leaving you empty again

Tit Bits #10

Nonsense and logic

What’s the difference in our world today

…….

I love nonsense

It’s my best sense

My creative sense

It’s my good mood sense

Free of common sense

…….

The ocean breeze caresses my senses

Like poetry pages fluttering across the seas

…….

My time flies, past my eyes

It’s time, time stopped flying

At the speed of light

Out of my blurry sight

…….

Oh, you do hide

Haunting, I’m scared

Like a pumpkin head

Under whispering sheets

Let me go to seed

Leave me be

What Can I Do

Procrastination is the root of all procrastination…

Posted by calensariel in Blogging, Challenges, Prompts & Exercises, Reflections, Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018

The poem here is a rewrite of a very old poem of mine, I’d like to thank Calen of,

calensariel for her support and encouragement to present this piece of mine, which I thought was just a poem of jumbled emotions. Oh, and the answer to all of my procrastinating way back then, I decided to keep her at home, and we lived happily ever after. I didn’t listen to the advice of others, and in the end it was the best decision of my life, for me and for her …xx There’s a song to go with it, which coincidently came out after I wrote my poem….. Attached below. The above featured picture was taken years after I had happily decided to keep her at home for the rest of her life……(She passed 9 months after this beautiful picture was taken, with her glorious “everlasting smile”. https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/07/27/everlasting-smile/

What Can I Do

What am I expected to do

When is so much, too much to do

Why am I so scared, what can I do

What is the future, for me and for you

How will I say, I’m too tired for you

When is the day, to tell you

Will I hurt too much, to be without you

How will I know, when the time’s due

Why is it so, what can I do

Where is the place, I’m putting you

Why am I frightened, no, no, not easy to do

When I finally have to, and don’t want to

Who am I, to have this over you

What is the answer, for me and for you

Now or never, could that be true

How by myself, I’ll never be able to

3.2.1. Quote Me! (Topic: Literature)

Thank you Laura Denise of , https://ardorsgarden.wordpress.com for creating and selecting me to play in 3.2.1. Quote Me! I’ve thoroughly enjoyed our in-depth conversation about the changing attitudes toward poetry and literature.
Literature is now the topic for this fun extension! Grab a quote about literature off Google or share your own wisdom. Create your own post or comment and tag.
My two aphorisms I’m contributing to the theme are…

Not all literature is perfect, none of us are perfect – Ivor Steven

Stories emanate from the heart. Literature lives in every heartbeat – Ivor Steven

Here are the game guidelines:
1. Thank the Selector
2. Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.
3. Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’
Play with us,

Claudia, at Humoring The Goddess

Marta, at Moments

Sara, at SarainLaLaLand

Sailing By

Gone, a day, weeks, years

Gone, sailing by, lonely nights

Gone, sailing by, the good times

Gone, the years of a life-time

What’s the difference between desire and passion

What’s the chance of finding one in billion

There’s millions in the oceans of the world

There’s thousands of beats to every new heart

What’s the difference between love and pain

What’s the chance of falling in love again

There’s millions of stars in the Milky-Way

There’s hundreds of dreams about love yesterday

What’s the difference between the sea and the sky

What’s the chance of sharing the horizon in July

There’s no answers to your questions

There’s months’ of wonders in the four seasons

Whats the difference the calm and the storm

What’s the chance of being forever warm

There’s dozens of lies before the truth

There were two lives’ under your roof

Gone, a day, weeks, years

Gone, sailing by, your soft nights

Gone, sailing by, the good times

Gone, the years of your lifetime