Ivor.Plumber/Poet

The Secret Key

Do I stay, end up in a geriatric room

or do I fly away to the moon

Live in a cottage by the sea

surrounded by mountains and palm trees

I’ve hundreds of dreams to do

I could take a lady friend too

Marry and honeymoon at Niagara Falls

travel to China and walk the wall

See the sights at our National Park, Kakadu

take a spiritual tour of Kathmandu

Cruise the beautiful European rivers

or just globe-trot anywhere I please

What does the future hold for me

I’d like to be healthy and carefree

Writing poetry like the muse Melpomene

reciting to the world, about her secret key

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The Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 15, Tuesday 17th Apr 2018. Posted by calensariel in Blogging, Challenges, Prompts & Exercises, Reflections, Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018, Self-actualization, Uncategorized

If you could foresee one accomplishment in your future, what would you like it to be?

Her Secret Key.

Do I stay, end up in a geriatric room

or do I fly away to the moon

Live in a cottage by the sea

surrounded by mountains and palm trees

I’ve hundreds of dreams to do

I could take a lady friend too

Marry and honeymoon at Niagara Falls

travel to China and walk the wall

See the sights at our National Park, Kakadu

take a spiritual tour of Kathmandu

Cruise the beautiful European rivers

or just globe-trot anywhere I please

What does the future hold for me

I’d like to keep healthy and carefree

Writing poetry like the muse Melpomene

reciting to the world, about her secret key

Under The Snow

A special poem I wrote, after I’d taken my Lady to hospital for the last time, on the day of her last birthday. Happy Birthday Carole, and I wonder if you still wonder that I wonder.

Under The Snow.

We emanate to a birthday.

We deflate to a final day.

Birthdays, they all come, they all go.

Birthdays, in the sunshine, under the snow.

Birthdays, slow to mature, quickly an aeon.

Birthdays, before we are born, after we are gone.

Birthdays, hanging on by a breath.

Birthdays, nailed to a cross ’til death.

What’s it all mean to be alive and cry.

What’s it all mean to live and to die.

Do You Feel Her Shame

Do you feel her shame,

viewing my pain.

Left out again,

in the cold rain.

Do you sense my strain,

watching me drain.

More of the same,

in the cold rain.

Do you see her cry,

in her celestial sky.

Left out to dry,

in the cold she did die.

Do you feel her tears again,

sharing the blame.

I hold her shame,

in the cold rain.

Tit Bits #3

My darkest past

lives within

my brightest cast,

life’s new day is my win.

I’m back to reality

a speck in the crowd,

writing about my journey,

dreaming aloud.

Dreamtime

is the best time.

Giving my heart away

an endless risk

enduring my every day,

an everlasting kiss

caresses my stay,

do you feel my bliss.

Reading On Deck And Ashore

I’m reclining on poolside deck

reading Brendan Ryan’s book*

observing fellow passengers

strolling past, some bustle along,

others meander by,

gazing around and carefree

relaxed, soaking in tropical sunshine

they all smile and say Hi

Penelope and her mother Dianne

stop for a chat

we agree, a nice place to sit

meet friends made on this ship.

We’re in port, at Lifou Island

Tenders take us ashore

I’ve Robert Okaji’s book** in hand

to read while laying on pure white sand,

another glorious day on the beach

the air is warm and humid

a pleasant cool breeze

wisps across my brow

*, **, Book covers below.

Meet Donna, the gorgeous waitress who seems to know my drinking 🍻 habits already, and she makes sure that my fluid intake is maintained for this warm weather. Ivor meets Diana and her friends, and more poems are recited. Below some words from Leonard Cohen’s poem “All My News” from his book “Book Of Longing” 3. “Do not decode These cries of mine They are the road and not the sign Nor deconstruct my drugless high I’m sober but I like to fly Then quickened with my open talk You need not pick the ancient lock” His words seemed wonderfully appropriate as my holiday continues to blossom. 😊

Monday Cruising The Pacific

My 6.30am walk around the deck. Breathing the purity of the sea air. I’m completely in awe of mother nature’s vast blue carpet and sparkling white caps, and an endless horizon that encircles our voyage. Ivor being Ivor, I’ve met and chatted to lots of happy fellow passengers, and I’ve been reciting my poems to any willing to listen to my words. “there’s Ivor our Poet friend”.

Sunrise And Sailing

Sunday morning 1st April

Tit Bits #2

The apple I ate today was pure white

did I do wrong, or was I right

to have the adulterated bite

knowing all eyes have imperfect insight

It’s a crying shame

that dreams aren’t the same

who’s to blame

for this loveless game

please give us some hope

so we may live to cope

The cracks are dark holes

chasms to the soul

leaking emotions of old

needing warmth from the cold

We all have our worth

here on mother earth.