Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Tit Bits #7

Storms do come and go

high seas and undertow’s

my chaotic fears on show

awaiting the next big snow

…….

let the pendulum swing

posterity’s blowing in the wind

…….

I’m sitting here on the floor

It’ll be for a short time

’til I find a door

…….

I’m slippery like an eel

I flow with the field

my mood changes with the breeze

I can be cold as ice in a freeze

or I can be warm as toast

sunbathing on a tropical coast

I can be a chameleon in the trees

not easy to see, but ready to please

…….

My soul is open

your eyes look into my heart

your moon’s my Bowman

cupids arrows play Mozart

Remembrance Colours

Time bygone, This Lost Shadow

Words written, your May Day

Timed out at one-fifteen

An afternoon, vividly clear

Words written, a tragic play

Remembering my Gracious Lady

A Midday Sun, you were gold

Words of moonlight, and silver too

Words under stars, celestial and bold

Words upon oceans, purples and blue

Words on fire, Smouldering beams

Words Rain In May, your favourite green

Words cry tears, Liquid Joy and mellow

Words an eternal vault, In My Mind

Words of sorrow and tomorrow

Words of love, you were my dove

Life’s colours, you were every hue

A life story, coloured and true

The words in Italic, are all referring to poems of mine that have appeared on my blog site here since I started on June 7th 2017, https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/11/09/this-lost-shadow-3/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/09/06/gracious-lady/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/10/19/a-midday-sun/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/07/07/smoldering/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/01/12/rain-in-may/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/06/07/a-few-words/ https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/04/17/in-my-mind/

Museum

I dreamt of her serenity

I gently held her frailty

I whispered calmly

words of love and grace

unable to fathom

her living museum

My Latest Micro-Chapbook, ONLY THIS, is Available Via Free Download

Hi To All My Wonderful Readers.
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O at the Edges

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Right Or Wrong, It’s Your Song

Who knows the words to your song

Who sings in tune to your song

Who’s to say a song is right

Or a song is wrong

It’s not their song

It’s not my song

It’s your song

Aren’t we all here for the same song

Right or wrong

Let’s all sing the song

CANDICE LOUISA DAQUIN

Poems by Candice Daquin, of TheFeatheredSleep, are always thought provoking, and I’m pleased to recommended her works to all my readers.

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Daquin’s own life, traveling from her native France, via England, Canada and finally the US, has brought a myriad of experiences that others have often been able to tap into via her writing. A collection of lives really, and with this, she tries to weave greater meaning through poetry and touch those who experience similar questions, doubts, and hopes. Surely this is what writing attempts in its very human form?

Daquin’s themes include feminism in its complex, everyday form, and the experience of being a woman, a gay woman, a bi-racial woman, a bi-cultural woman and finally, a Jewish woman of Egyptian extraction (Mizrahi) and how this sits with the world’s current revolt between the dominant faiths.

“I have been told from readers of my published and non-published works that reading poetry which resonates with your emotions, helps you see things clearer, assists in remembering what really matters and enables you…

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Tit Bits #6

After self-destruction

There’s a resurrection

After the Fall

There’s winter and spring

After the blossom

There’s fruit to eat

After last years rotting cores

They’re the trees nourishment

…….

Understanding our time

Is no easy rhyme

…….

True love is hard to find

When found be very kind

Love can break your spine

And blow away your mind

…….

Ah, and this one is for my dear friend Walt.

Horse manure and ashes of Walt

Magic mushrooms could result

Mischief and joy amongst the peat

A reincarnation you’ll be, barking on four feet.

May Day

Thursday morning, a chilly May day,

Six years since our gracious lady passed away.

tumbling in, memories hit me

but fears not beat me

Clouds of the past cover me

but tears not flood me

At my old writing desk, all in disarray

wondering would she approve of me this way

regretful feelings within me

but fears not consume me

shadows of the future haunt me

but tears not drown me.

“How many rivers of tears must we cry

before all the deepest wells run dry”

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Head’s falling like an unpinned grenade.

Soon ready to explode.

Burying shrapnel pieces in corners of shade.

Scattered like broken retina globes.

Razor blades shredding memory lockets.

Slivered icicles inside blurry sockets.

Needles of pain.

Sheets of sleet before the rain.

Bloodied eyeball tracks like meteor trails.

And the pain-numbing capsules do fail.

Oh please, blindly needing to set sail.

Upon swirling Oceans, like Homer’s tales.

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Tit Bits #5

The air I breath

Purifying within

free to leave

free as the wind

…….

I wonder at nature’s freshness

early in the morning

we take her for granted

our perennial mother earth

nurturing a new start to every day

I wish our mankind could

begin afresh like her

…….

Searches are many

answers unfound

mirrors our insanity

until eyes hear sound

…….

They may steal my words

with their poison pens

but they’ll never be able

to copy my heart

nor retrieve my soul

……

Time is on my side of the door

a knock, a chat, wine and more