Weekly Prompt: Word Prompt, This weeks word is, Nuisance


I didn’t think I was a nuisance

Strolling around, minding my own business

Waiting, like the rest of my crowd

A sturdy warhorse, tall and proud

Delivering parcels to and fro

Rain, hail or snow

I do the best that I can

I keep myself gleamy and clean

Always courteous and patient

Give me a push and I’ll respond

I was controlled and strong

And I didn’t mind the little-ones

I’d happily lug them around

Screaming and kicking me

I’d stand there quietly smirking

Taking all their constant abuse

From both young and old


Why did I end up here

Dumped like an alley cat

Caged like a mongrel dog

Behind this fence of cold iron

On top of the towns highest hill

Under a dripping cypress tree

How did they drag me

Up the rocky track’s steepest incline

I’m scared, abandoned and alone

My old frame is turning grey and rusty

Am I finally at the end of the line


Ivor Steven (c)  2018


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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

46 thoughts on “Dumped”

    1. I suppose I was using it as metaphor, and that’s good you had feelings for my shopping, I was telling my story(trolley) of my girlfriend who dumped me a couple of years ago. And I used the abandoned trolley across the road here as a prompt for my poem

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      1. Oh Ivor a great poetic response, I have so many thoughts about relationships. Many too old fashioned for society today. But I know with the alll of the feelings, the ups and the downs it’s worth the memory.

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  1. Aw. 😦 Such a poignant, fitting poem to express at least 2 things…the life of a shopping trolley AND the feelings in a human-bean relationship. Both dumpings make me sad. 😦
    Just keep being you, Ivor! You are not a nuisance and you have so many many positives to offer in a relationship! 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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    1. Yes poor trolley, and sad Ivor, but it was nearly 3 years ago, and I’m ok now, although that dumped trolley did inspire my poem 😉☺️… Cheers.. Happy birthday 🎂 Carolyn xx

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  2. I find it amazing the place that people choose to dump the trolleys. What is just as amazing is why take them in the first place, It is costing the rest of us – they are about $500 each I believe! The shops have to recoup their losses somehow so up go the prices….

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