Roasted Dry

In between meals

I’m nibbling on my nuts

They’re handy

And easy to find

But I’ve nearly eaten

All my unsalted nuts

Shaved, skinned and plain

Roasted dry

Warm and crunchy

They’ll fill that empty hole

A stomach, now full of my nuts

I’m sure my nuts are good for me

Good for my innards

Good to take-up my time

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.

36 thoughts on “Roasted Dry”

      1. I like the Christmassy lyrics
        of the Hunters & Collectors
        ‘Talking to a Santa’ πŸŽ…;

        “Souvent pour s’amuser
        les hommes d’equipage
        And it’s like talking to a Santa
        You tasted peanuts, dry roasted,
        when she painted your face
        And it was like talking to a Santa.”

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