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Throwback Friday, Morning Whispers, by Ivor Steven

Again the ‘rebog button’ didn’t work on my ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’ site, so I have copied and pasted my article here on own WP site for my followers to enjoy

‘Morning Whispers’ is a poem I wrote from under the shelter of my courtyard verandah, back in June (winter) 2018 ..



Morning Whispers

whistling palms

visions of calm

looking up and over

my verandah roof

above, neighbouring windbreak trellis

through the whispering

a drooping willow tree

sheltered aside

by dark-green cypress pines

beyond their leaf’s silhouette

the sky’s a clear

morning blue

no gathering clouds in sight

my future arises bright





Ivor Steven (c) June 2018

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. View all posts by ivor20 

Tomorrow’s Sky



Floating on my bed of rhyme

I continued to drift in dream time

Reaching out through the window

I imagined what I could borrow

From the world’s future of sorrow

And beyond the blue horizon

On the edge of the Indian Ocean

I grabbed a piece of tomorrow’s sky

Strange, the feeling dazzled my eyes

Then I spied a bright azure hue of daylight

And in the neon view was an ancient site

Nature’s unperturbed, “The Great Australian Bight”





Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Life In Mime

This week the Wednesday Challenge from Weekly Prompts is: THE UNEXPECTED
Please visit there fabulous site by clicking > HERE … And my poem below was a totally “Unexpected” philosophical piece from a few of my ‘scattered’ thoughts today …


Life In Mime


We do spend a lifetime

Trying to make our lives rhyme

But truth is scattered with our life’s crimes

Of how we didn’t take the honest climb

And our protest words were only in mime

Against the inhumane pantomime of mankind


Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Nick Cave & The Dirty Three-Time Jesum Transeuntum Et Non Riverentum. Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We were called to the forest… when we went down
A wind blew warm and eloquent
We were searching for the secrets of the universe…
And we rounded up demons and forced them to tell us what it all meant
We tied ’em to trees and broke them down one by one
And on a scrap of paper, they wrote these words…
And as we read them, the sun broke through the trees…
“Dread the passage of Jesus, for he will not return.”

[Verse 2]
Then we headed back to our world and left the forest behind…
Our hearts singin’ with all the knowledge of love
Then somewhere, somehow, we lost the message along the way…
And when we got home, we bought ourselves a house
And we bought a car that we did not use…
And we bought a cage and two singing birds…
And at night we’d sit and listen to the canary’s song
For we’d both run right out of words…
Now the stars, they are all angled wrong…
And the sun and the moon refuse to burn
But I remember a message in a demon’s hand
Dread the passage of Jesus for he does not return…
…he does not return…
…he does not return..

An Old-time Plumber


Today I surprised myself

I surpassed my doubts

Could I actually do the task?

Am I physically strong enough?

Mentally keen and capable

To endure a day of hard work


Surprise, surprise, I survived

Job completed and clients suitably pleased

And I am home enjoying a red wine

Although when I finished it was almost dark

And my back was stiff as redgum bark

But a job stamped by my old-time quality trademark





Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

A Living Legend

Mother nature is my gardener

My living dance of life

I follow her guiding waltz

And let her conduct the lead


Where everything in her wonderland is real

Everything I touch, I can feel

And inside every blade of grass

Everything I see is a fairyland field


Every aroma from the magical forest

Gently breezes across my forehead

Every midnight moonbeam

Covers me in a silver dreams

Every golden ray of sunshine

Lights up my dreams like a neon sign


I cannot control the sun

I cannot control the waves

But I can control the energy I receive


From every moment there is a second

Every second is a piece of time’s errand

Every errand is a part of life’s legend



Below is a music/video of Hanna Kah’s brand new song “Tell Me Who I Am”, and if you have time, their new hit is well worth a listen …




Ivor Steven (c) May 2021

Weariness


This a poem is from about this time last year(May). Today is only the second day of another enforced “Lockdown” , but I feel like I have been flattened by a slow moving Council steamroller … I cannot write a poem today, so this old piece will have to do !!


Weariness



I am not one, to feel depressed

This is more an aura, of been oppressed

Bones are aching

Muscles are throbbing

And I feel like I have run a marathon

But I have hardly ventured out into the fray

Here I am in isolation

Wondering about the sun’s X-rays

I am not one, to feel depressed

This is more an aura, of been oppressed

I have a thumping headache

My misty eyes are tired

And I feel like I have rewritten the Bible

But I have only been writing a poem a day

Here I am in isolation

Wondering about my future’s stairway




Ivor Steven (c) May 2020

Sogginess Sets In

Featured Image Above: Again, a big thank you to Derrick Knight for allowing me to use his fascinating photo of ‘soggy soft toys hanging on a gate’ . Visit his article via this link >> An Arboreal Charnel House – derrickjknight



Sogginess Sets In



Old soggy soft toys

Once cuddled with joy

Outside hanging around

Tears caress vacant sounds

Searching for the tenderness

Of yesterday’s missing fondness





Ivor Steven (c) May 2021