Paper Tigers

The poet’s studio, is now the little litter part of my bedroom

A paper tiger’s haven, has become a messy grotto

I mean to roar it’s, uncomfortably untidy

Pieces of paper and cardboard kites

Scatter the room like confetti

Autumn leaves of the old poet’s pen

Scribbled words yet to be encoded

Foolscap overwritten and smudged

Out-lined by white-out corrections

Undefined and unlisted

Out of focus and twisted

Upside down and inside out

Uncategorized to the extreme

My disorganised dreamscape’s haven,

Looking like a moonscape’s junkyard

Here the poet’s rustic pen has been the ruler

Showing no regard for my bedroom’s demeanour

Three months since the mighty sword has cleaned-up

Blarney and Baloney, I do confess

I’m sleeping covered in my hurdy gurdy verses

I cannot see under these printed alien addresses

It’s time, to dispel my dream’s curses

Free myself of all wasted jabberwocky guilt

Let my alien poetry regenerate and begin anew


Ivor Steven (c)Β  2019

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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.

40 thoughts on “Paper Tigers”

  1. I thoroughly enjoyed this glimpse into your studio!

    By the way, I no longer do it, but I once felt and acted on the same impulse you seem to be feeling — “throw it all out and start new again”. Used to do that periodically.

    If you do it, let me know how it words for you, please.

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  2. Your poetry is akin to a cadence that flows in the midnight tantalizing deities along the way. It isn’t of heaven or eden, but it must be of somewhere a flower that resides within almighty’s hands.

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    1. Thank you for reading and commenting,. I’m not sure about perceiving my poem in that way, the words are a fantasy look at tidying up of the Poet’s jumbled leftover words


  3. I love this! Great poem! I can relate to it so well!
    Hey, there’s a lot worse things to be surrounded by! Ha! I think “drowning” in poetry wouldn’t be a bad way to go! πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜›
    Okay…I’ve gotten the decluttering bug, too…and I have a lot more to declutter.
    HUGS!!! πŸ™‚

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    1. Thank you Carolyn, I wrote the poem while I was cleaning up and made my keep thinking of whimsical lines to go in the poem, the cleaning process ended up getting done to my music and words…XX

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      1. That’s very kind of you to say so, .. Oh we were all laughing so much at Lyn and her Dig and smash , in actual animation there in the Hotel lounge, shovelling, digging and smashing, all very vividly. !!!

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