An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
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.
Join us on Saturday for our monthly market day, featuring a great selection of stallholders selling art, vintage clothes, second-hand books, and more! Many of our tenants and art studios will also be open.
Please Note: Derrick Knight took all the attached photos, and he kindly allowed me to reproduce them here on my poetry site.
Today’s poem is one of my verses made up of comments I posted on some of my fellow WordPress writers’ articles during the month … In stanza order, they are
Hello dear readers and followers, I’m heading north, to Ballarat for a few days, to celebrate my brothers birthdays! … both my brother and my brother-in-law. Needless to say, I’ll be missing-in-action, blogging on your sites …
Mist Covered Ranges
When I head north Along the walk track
If I venture far enough I am graciously rewarded With a scenic view Of the You Yang Ranges
Miners Rest is a semi-rural town with a very small township and commercial area. It.is a suburb north of Ballarat, Victoria, Australia on the north-western rural-urban fringe of the city, 11 kilometres northwest of the Central Business District. The population at the 2021 census was 3,829.
MacArthur Park Wetlands Is a tranquil retreat for all residents who proudly call it home, Macarthur Park, with its breathtaking wetlands, provides a relaxing retreat to take in its beautiful award-winning scenery. A haven for native flora and families alike, residents can enjoy a nice picnic or barbeque and playground for the kids, or take a stroll, walk the dog or, for the more energetic, jog around the wetlands walking track.
While staying at my sister’s place in Miners Rest, me and Frankie thoroughly enjoy our morning walkies around the MacArthur Park Wetlands area.
The wetlands areaFrankie on the bank of Burrumbeet Creek Frankie sitting on the lichen covered park seat
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word Judge. You can visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here Lizzy the wise old lizard, enjoys his peaceful world and Judges no one
The Wise Old Lizard (a Tanka)
Lizzy the lizard Swaggled and dazzled across The garden pathway Enjoying the springtime sun Peacefully harming no one
Today’s Throwback Friday poem, “We Are Sour, But We Have the Power”, was written in June 2020 … It was a beautiful spring day today. Appropriately the attached Dragonfly images were taken during my nature walk this morning.
We Are Sour, But We Have the Power (Revised)
Out of the blue ocean, into the black sea We continue to be wet behind our ears And we are still burning bridges made out of coloured trees Repeating the same old stories, from behind our shields and spears
What about looking at nature’s dragonflies and bees? How do they live in harmony without fear and tears? We are the carriers of humanity’s corrupt disease Ignoring the world’s racist problems for too many years
This week, Weekly Prompts’ Wednesday challenge is Leaves, a word that offers a cornucopia of interpretations. To visit their fabulous site please click on >> Here. — These days my forgetfulness is scattered around like autumn Leaves
And, Welcome To Moonwashed Musings *The Weekly Prompt – Any word or line in the below poem can be usedfor the prompt
uncertainty troublesome much-needed light
Please visit Eugi’s, Moonwashed Musings site by clicking on >> HERE:
I Do Not Have a Dress?
I must confess Forgetfulness Is sleeping in my nest
Thoughts are in a mess Running at two abreast Without knowing my quest
I am looking for my address In the pocket of my vest Did I leave it in my dress?