Early July 2017, my blog/website was only 3 weeks old when I wrote this abstract poem, ‘Fruit Loopy’ … hmmm … and I am not sure what my thoughts were at the time … but I had only been in my new little abode for 5 months, and I was finishing off building the verandah, and starting to create a courtyard garden … I suppose I was “dreaming” about how much Carole would have loved my new home, so hence the “funny title”
Fruit Loopy
The juices of expectation
are upon me again.
Dreaming of yesteryear
and clambering for today.
Through my pores
a taste of sweetness.
My apple of love
the fruit for tomorrow.
Ivor Steven (c) July 2017
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 
“Dreaming of today and clambering for tomorrow” really got me. Usually we dream of tomorrow and hustle for today. Made me stop and realize we do this.
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Yes we do, funny, but these words were in dreams, and I jotted them down in my hazy sleep, I like them too, thankyou Colleen.
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I hope you get to enjoy your apple soon xx
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Yep, I love my apples.. xx
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I’m more of a soft fruit freak. When they’re in season, my brother takes me to his allotment and we pick tons of raspberries, blackberries, redcurrants and so on (and veg). I love my big bro xx
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That’s beautiful, we had fruit trees at mum and dad’s, apricots, peaches and pears, and a wonderful big loganberry vine, and loved climbing and picking the fruits, absolutely the bestest of memories….. xx
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Mmm… peaches xx
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“the juices of expectation” … this is like! Fruit is such an undervalued inspiration Ivor 😊
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Yes the fruit can conjure up plenty of inspirational juices
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Best if freshly squeezed of course. At breakfast time.
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Anytime is a good time
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Love this, Ivor. ❤
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Thank you Colleen 💕🤗🌏
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Life can be fruity and loopy.
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Definitely !!
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There is so much emotion in these lines
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Thank you Sadje .. I think I was quite emotional at that time 🤗😊🌏💕
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You’re welcome! Yes, I can feel it.
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lovey Ivor.. i won’t call you a fruit loop but I could.. 😂😂💖
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We are all a bit ‘fruit loopy’ in our own way Cindy .. otherwise it would be a boring old world 🌎 😀😊💕🌏
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We all are for sure Ivor……
But not me.. ha 😂 I’m triple loopy. Yes, it would be boring! 💖
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Yeah for “Loopiness” ..haha my word corrector said it should be ‘looniness’ ..😆😀
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Lovely post from the archives, Ivor! 🍎
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Thank you Ingrid… and reading and reposting these older poems is proving to be quite fascinating and enjoyable for me 💕🤗🌏
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Love looking at blasts from the past 🙂
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Thanks Sue .. and they’re fascinating reading for me too .. 🤗🌏😍
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Sweet poem, Ivor. ♥.
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Thank you Niki 🤗🌏😍
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You bet. 🤗♥
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Yes, the fruit-loopiness of life. 🙂 Wonderful poem, Ivor! It is filled with vivid images and emotions. Beautiful heart-toucher.
🍏 💜 🍎
Great song choice…Melanie’s voice is so beautiful! Yes…”heaven is so far”…or it seems so. I always liked the line “clouds were my friends”…I’ve felt that way my whole life. 🙂
(((HUGS))) 🙂
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Yeah for Melanie’s sweet voice of emotional innocence .. 🎶 and I suppose my poems dream was emotionally innocent too .. Thank you Carolyn 🤗💕🌏🐶
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I love it! Fruit Loopy What a great name!
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Thanks Dwight … haha .. one of my dreamy moments, and I was feeling a bit loopy …
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Must have been a Sunday morning after too much partying the night before! :>)
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My daddy used to say he could taste the plums from the blossom on his plum trees – this really made me smile. Thank you for the happy memory, I needed that
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They sound like wonderful memories Jez
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The good memories are beginning to out weigh the bad ones, mate. Grief is a strange animal
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Grief hits us in many strange ways Jez. .. and I’m about to step into a tough 4 weeks of memories .. but I usually cope ok👍🏻
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My love and support with you, mate.
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Reblogged this on About the Jez of It and commented:
I’m sipping tea, feeling rather crap, and along comes Ivor, with a poem to trigger a beautiful memory of my daddy – bless you Ivor
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Your reblog and gorgeous comments have made my day Jez .. thank You for the personal booster 🤗🌏
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My pleasure
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These lines carry a lot of emotions. Beautifully penned! 💗🙏
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Thank you KK.. (is that ok)
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Yeah… That’s totally fine. 😊😊
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