Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Brave

This is a very old poem of mine, and the poem’s words appeared in my dream-time last night, so I’ve dragged the verse out of my archives, and I’ve rewritten it in present tense. The original title was “With All Her Might”, but I think “Brave” suits Her better now. xx

She had a glorious smile everyday

Despite her painful stay

She tried with all her might

Oh, what a brave fight

She relied on us all, to fill her days

Caring for her different ways

She helped with all her might

Oh, what a courageous sight

She rested, unable to relate

Comfy in her sorry state

She sighed with all her might

Oh, what a sombre plight

She never complained about her fate

Carried our worry weight

She defied destiny with all her might

Oh, what an endless night

Photo Challenge – Organised

For the weekend Photo Challenge use the word Organised.

Are you organised or disorganised or do you like to reorganise? Find a photo to fit.

I think for a part-time Plumber, and and a sometime Poet, my garage is reasonably organised, and yes, the car/station wagon, fits in quite comfortably.

Liquid Joy

Hello dear readers, well I’m celebrating my eighteen month anniversary of blogging, with another post originally from June 7th 2017, and I’ve rehashed the poem slightly.

Tears of liquid joy
Like rivers of fear
The memories so clear
And a toast to cheer
Tears of liquid joy
Like waves from the heart
Two great oceans apart
And wishing for another restart
Tears of liquid joy
Like dredged canals of the soul
Leaking from the broken porthole
And needing a free parole
Tears of liquid joy
Like a flowing molten lava
Passing a secret convoy
And singing like the last choirboy
Crying liquid joy

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