My morning shines golden sunrays
Your poem debuts my day
My lips do quietly say
Your silent words are here to stay
…….
Words Of reality you rhymed
Recalling life’s ebbs and flows
Like the sands of time
Warm between your toes
…….
Cruising on the winds of time
Messages of love and rhyme
Observing bodies entwined
Upon every moonlit line.
…….
I’ve a terrible dilemma
My memory’s long and vivid
Wishing for many more to come
I suppose I’ll have to march on
Into the future and enjoy the show
Leave behind what’s buried in snow
…….
Green covers everything
Green’s the colour of spring
Green makes my heart sing
Green’s the sparkle on my angels’ wings
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 
How do you do it, where does this word flow begin? Loved it Ivor! 🙂
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I’m not sure, but they’re a collection of comments I make on friends/bloggers sites, and I suppose their poems become my instant prompts and the words just come out like that, with hardly any editing, …. I write hundreds of comments over a week but only a handfull are in these 4 line poetry form….
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Wherever the prompts come from Ivor, you put them to brilliant use 🙂
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Thank you Sue, so kind of you to say. And I’m busy on my little production line tonight, printing and compiling my poem booklets, I’ve even got an overseas order to post off to USA, the postage is $35 AU, I’m going to have to do some maths to work out how much she’s to send me in American dollars, our Aussie Dollar’s not going well at the moment.
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Gosh you are busy Ivor. When sending abroad the Postage is so often the most expensive element in the whole process.
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I need to be busy Sue, it’s good for me at the moment.
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You are industrious Ivor the more irons in the fire the better keeps the grey matter from getting any more grey? You might even pick a poem out of the bones of this comment?
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I’ve a red-hot poker in my belly
I’m bleeding fiery amber ashes
Choking my minds Blackened reality
Blinded by my burning eyelashes
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You really have an industrious mind
Black ink flowing through those veins
Freeing thoughts which must be laid down
Opening blind eyes to the essence of poetry.
There might even be a collaboration in this, drop the hint next time you’re on to Walt?
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I’m not sure about collaborations, but then again it would be something new for me ☺️
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Bad day we don’t learn something new Ivor.
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I’m trying to learn not to wake up too early, it’s only 5.40am here
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Living in an upside down world Ivor what an experience.
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I can see the green on your angel’s wings Ivor. It is brilliant.
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Green suited Carole beautifully with ruby-red hair.
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I can see her now. 🙂
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Hello Ivor, this is a beautiful poem where I have immediately seen the connection with mine (“I Tasted Spring”) as we both deal with the same topics only in a different way: The passing of time, what spring brings us and the human desire to be loved. You have beautifully written lines here. I especially like the second and third stanzas. Love this: “Words Of reality you rhymed/
Recalling life’s ebbs and flows/ Like the sands of time”
You may want to correct a little spelling mistake on the first line of the last stanza: Green covers everythig” should be “everything”. The ending of the poem is very powerful. I have a little suggestion, but this is just my personal idea. Perhaps it would sound better to say “on my angel wings” rather than “on my angels wings”. In any case, it is just a suggestion. I love your poem and I thank you again for having stopped by my blog. I really appreciate this.
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Once again your poetry tumbles and rolls and bounces off the bright clouds of Spring. A lot of love in you, Ivor. it shows in your writing.
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I have lots of love in me. I’m not really made for this being without a partner situation, although it might be betterer than the pain of being dumped like last time.
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The person who dumped you wasn’t worth you. It’s their loss…big time. Don’t worry…you’ll find companionship when you least expect it.
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Great poems Ivor ☺
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Thanks Walt
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My pleasure my friend.
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I love the way this flowed.
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I’m pleased that you saw the flow, they’re are actually all different little poems that I put together to form the Tit Bit,
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It was a pleasure to read. I will be back to read more.
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