Really “Politics Isn’t My Thing”., but please read this wonderfully intriguing poem by Cosmic Poetry, she writes with a lot of feeling.
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.
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
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
What Can I Do
Procrastination is the root of all procrastination…
Posted 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,
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
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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
Other readers, feel free to play, too!
Cheers. Ivor.
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
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Downhill Run
A dreamy love poem I wrote in May 2018, which was published by Prolific Pulse Press, in their Anthology Heart Beats, edited by Lisa Tomey.
https://www.amazon.com/Heart-Beats-Anthology-Lisa-Tomey/dp/1736562002
Downhill Run
I was dreaming
Plotting and scheming
Following you skiing
Running the slope, gliding
Twists and twirls
Loops and hoops
Our hearts were racing
Downhill and dancing
Spirals and swirls
Joyous smiles
Swishing faster and faster
Swooping last to first
Silver and gold
Winners and grinners
Your curls unfurl
Ruby hair unfolds
Beauty I behold
Frozen bliss
We kiss
Soul to soul
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Tit Bits #9
I’ve a red-hot poker in my belly
I’m bleeding fiery ember ashes
Choking my blackened reality
Blinded by my burning eyelashes
…….
Please don’t kick me
Pick me up, I’m free
Carry me one more mile
My stone-face will smile
…….
Green blankets everything
Under our earth’s blue sky
From here to your side
…….
May you balance like a petite ballerina
Toe-pointing your way through the tulips
May you taste fragrances of truth and pleasure
Tip-toeing gently upon your goddesses flower
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Behind Closed Doors, Poems That Mean Nothing To Me Anymore.
What door have you closed
in your life, and why?
Will you ever open it again?
Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 20, Posted by calensariel in Blogging
Neverland
Never again I say
Do I give my heart away
That’s the way my life may stay
Words will be left here today
Wasted in their disarray
Abandoned yesterday
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
