Ivor.Plumber/Poet

How To Eat An Easter Egg

Here is another ‘Easter Poem’ from my archives. This one is from Easter last year (2021)

How To Eat An Easter Egg

[i] Carefully chose your Bunny’s and Egg’s

But the “Violet Crumble” box is a MUST

Deliciously smooth and tasty

[ii] Wisely place your purchase in the fridge

Australia always has a hot Easter weekend

And judiciously push the Easter delights towards the back

[iii] Patiently wait until Sunday morning

Stoically obey those traditional procedures

Mine were eaten by Saturday evening. How did you go?

[iv] Delicately unwrap the colourful foil covering

I have diligently preserved the shiny shells since my first egg-hunt

Then gently nibble open the pointy end of the exposed Egg

[v] Fiendishly devour the irresistible chocolate

Until you are more than fully satiated

Then voraciously attack the bunny and bite off his ears

WHOOPS !! surprise, surprise … that rascally easter bunny has
left me some “Eggs” to find on Sunday…
WARNING: This article is posted for Austraian audiences, however
‘International’ followers may read the below instructions at their
own RISK !!

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

Promote Yourself Monday: April 18, 2022

Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

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A Third Eye is Watching

Happy 75th birthday to my dear departed wife Carole, and I am also celebrating the 10th anniversary of her passing from this world.
Featured Image above: Is a collage I created from 2 of Derrick Knight’s photographs, and thank you to Derrick, for allowing me to use his photos here in conjunction with my poem. >> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/04/15/swarms-of-moths/

A Third Eye is Watching

When your emotions begin to flow

Do your senses amplify and grow?

Bodily aches and mental strains intensify

Your flooded brain feels like a third eye

Wondering why?

You are paddling knee-high

In yesterday’s goodbyes

Today my universe

Hovers above my verse

And there is no reason to cry

While her soul resides high and dry

Ivor Steven (c) 17th April 2022

Jingle Jangle for My Easter Bonnet

Another Easter poem from 2 years ago, that I also posted on Throwback Friday, over at Go Dog Go Cafe >> https://godoggocafe.com/2022/04/15/throwback-friday-jingle-jangle-for-my-easter-bonnet-by-ivor-steven/

Jingle Jangle for My Easter Bonnet

My notebook’s running on empty

There’s pages of invisible words

And blue lines are leaping forward

Leaving my empty threads behind

I have empty socks

Lining my holey pockets

And my mouldy purse

Is loosely tied to my Easter bonnet

How am I going to fly?

Without costly wings

I’ve not even a jingle jangle

Of silver change

And my dream’s destination

Now seems out of range

But I don’t need to travel too far

To reach my Easter avatar

Ivor Steven (c) Easter 2020

An Old Book Shuts, a New Door Opens

Dear readers, have a pleasant Easter, and here is my Easter poem, from 2020, that I’ve slightly revised this morning…

An Old Book Shuts, a New Door Opens

Today I question myself

What do I see?

Upon my world’s lower shelf

There! An open wider drawer

Containing a treasure chest

A universe of potential

An orb with a mystical two piece door

The bottom half’s pale blue

Like yesterday’s fading blue moon

A book of old testaments

The above half’s bright yellow

A gateway of gilded gold

The book of tomorrow’s future

A new prophecy of days under the sun

Ivor Steven (c) April 2020

Frankie

Frankie has been with me for 9 months now, and he’ll be 6 in July and I’ll be 71 in July …

Frankie

Frankie is my doggie

Supposedly a champagne colour

But more like a dirty off-white

woolly picnic blanket

Friendly by nature

On hind legs he prances

Then promptly hit sits

Holds out his soft curly paw

He has the Cafe waitresses

Melt at his doggie command

Frankie knows how to score

Treats galore come his way

He is a happy winner everyday

Ivor Steven (c) April 2022

Haibun Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Hello readers and followers, you are most welcome to participate in our new format from “Go Dog Go Cafe”, which is being organised by Donna Matthews, an interesting format of writing a “Haibun”, so read all about how to write a Haibun, and you are all welcome to join us at Go Dog Go Cafe, and post your articles here on “Haibun Wednesdays” …by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Welcome to Go Dog Go Cafe’s Haibun Wednesday!

What exactly is Haibun?

Autobiographical poetic prose accompanied by haiku.

Bruce Ross

In his old age Basho, who may be credited with establishing the haiku form, undertook a long journey to the remote regions of northern Japan, fully expecting to die before completing it. He did complete the journey, and his record of it has become a classic of world literature and an example, in the broadest sense, of haibun, autobiographical poetic prose accompanied by haiku.
– Journey to the Interior, American Versions of Haibun, Edited by Bruce Ross

Writer’s guide…

Some things to keep in mind when writing haibun:

The range of haibun is broad and frequently includes autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, and travel journal.
A haibun is a combination of prose and haiku.
The prose is brief and simple and usually written in the present tense.
The…

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Concrete Void

Originally posted on my site, 27th November 2017.
Yeah .. my concete void has finally been filled ..

Concrete Void

I’m becoming impatient,

Here waiting,

Waiting for a concrete lid.

Too many stop signs,

And lifetime bans.

I’m a good man,

So I’ve been told.

But there’s a chasm,

And the concrete’s,

Yet to fill the void.

……..To my readers that knew about my new verandah, “now nine months old”, and sadly it has been without the patio/floor area being concreted for all that time.. Yippee, today the mission has been accomplished. Thanks to my newly appointed concreter “Damian Maloney”, Yep, he’s on my recommended list. And Lizzy The Lizard Of Wizardry, was curiously looking on…..

Ivor Steven (c) April 2022

“Where Have All The Good Times Gone”

A few days ago(29th Nov 2017), I had started writing a poem about Penny Farthing Bicycles, prompted by an article in the Geelong Advertiser newspaper, the arrival in Geelong of eight members of the Melbourne Bicycle Club in March 1880, as per featured picture above, courtesy of the Geelong Heritage Centre Collection. Then I was chatting with my friend Jane of Janebasilblog, she had just sent me the song and lyrics of the Mary Hopkin hit, “Those Were The Days”, from 1968, and I mentioned The Kinks were one of my fav’s from that era, and of course their song “Lola”. After our chat, I starting thinking [which is dangerous for me] about writing a crazy, combined, mixed up poem… The piece below is the result of those thoughts, and to my older readers, you’ll notice all the phrases written in Italic, are song titles taken from The Kinks album “The Kinks Collection”. So apologies to Ray Davies for using his song titles in such a manner.

“Where Have All The Good Times Gone”

I remember the olden times

Of pennies and farthings

Pounds and pence

When money made no sense

Mary Hopkins sang

“Those Were The Days”

And the Kinks song “Lola”

Was the best number one ever

Many a lazy Sunny Afternoon

Spent down near Waterloo Sunset

Where we would all dance

All Of The Day And All Of The Night

My Friends would all dress-up

Like Dedicated Followers Of Fashion

Unlike that lonely Plastic Man

Who faked the Death Of A Clown

Way back then, You Really Got Me

You fired me up, here in Victoria

Thousands of Days forgotten in the burn-out

Charred in a cloud of Big Black Smoke

But now, I’m Tired Of Waiting For You

Wondering, Where Have All The Good Times Gone

Ivor Steven (c)

Originally Posted, 29th November 2017. 4.00pm

Eleven Shades of Ocean Sunrises

My Pacific cruise was coming to an end in April 2018 and this was the last poem that I wrote during my cruise, as I recalled photographing the “Eleven Sunrises” of the cruise.

Eleven Shades of Ocean Sunrises

the ocean’s sunrise

my daily prize

evoked my gaze

like a glitzy floor-dance

Mother natures

star performer

her razzle and dazzle

upon morning sea drizzle

reflections of colour

her horizon of vigour

purity defined

a royal skyline

endless over time

eleven days she was mine

Originally posted by Ivor Steven (c) April 2018