Tit Bits #15 (a Repost from October 2018)

I’ve not written one these for a while, and I’ve enough of my comments stored in my NoteBook file to fill War And Peace !! Thank you to all of my dear readers who comment on my writings, I am forever grateful, and you all continue to inspire me to write these short poetry pieces about your marvelous posts.


Tit Bit #15 (a Repost from October 2018)

I used to say, mum was the one
Dad was always there, daddy number one
Carole came along, she was my only one
They’re gone, I was left with no-one
Myself has become an intimate one
To you all, I cannot do without everyone

I love sharing my life
I love talking about my wife
Even though I’ve seen so much strife
She wouldn’t have it any other way
She graciously fought on, every day
My story will never explain her everlasting smile
My future is about trying, for her every mile

I know those old photo album feelings
Old memories and dusty dreams
Your heart does miss a beat
They’ll be tears at your feet
You’ll need a comfy seat
Bathe in the images, so sweet

Life’s rotation process is endless
Watermill wheels keep on turning
I’m writing on recycled paper
Word’s of purpose are not useless

Morning birds sing, but do not see
By day, I’ll look like a tree
Like a lonely Tawny Frog-mouth Owl
By night, hear my wisdom howl

Beware, there’s more
You’ll be shown the door
By the bolt of Thor

I’ve been inspired by my tour of yesterdays street art in Geelong, and the magnificent mural of Chrissy Amphlett, so here she is, singing with the Divinyls

Ivor Steven (c) October 2018

Promote Yourself Monday, August 31, 2020

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Memoirs of Ivor Steven

A big thank you to Barbara Leonhard, for her excellent ‘podcast’, and I must say I became quite emotional, it was both fascinating and very moving to hear my poems being narrated by Barbara.

Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

I have uploaded an episode featuring Ivor Steven to my poetry podcast, Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul. You can access it here.

https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/memoirs-of-ivor-steven/

In this episode, I feature the memoirs of Ivor Steven, who writes of his loss of his wife to Multiple Sclerosis. His poems reveal raw and touching grief.

Ivor Stevenformerly worked as anindustrial chemist and a plumber. He is now retired. He has had numerous poems published in on-line magazines such as Vita Brevis, Spillwords, Drabble, Wolff Poetry Journal, Festival of Poetry, Slasher Monster Magazine, and Fae Corps Publishing. Recently he was appointed to the “Go Dog Go Café” magazine’s website teamof Baristas. He is also an active member of the Geelong Writers Inc. and many of his poems are published in their anthologies. He started writing 19 years ago to help with his recovery from a stroke. During this time, and for the 30 years…

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Then What? (Political Satire)

Here Dwight has compiled some outrageous questions, all containing some truth, and he gives us plenty to think about!

Roth Poetry

When distasteful statues of heritage are gone

and the founding fathers permanently buried

and our country’s history erased // then what?

When the constitution is rewritten

and modified and amendments deleted

in the name of progress // then what?

When the drive of capitalism is sedated

and wealth redistributed to those who have never worked

and banks replaced by government 666 chips // then what?

When everyone is forced into political correctness

and all the “I’m sorry people” are reconditioned

to all think alike // then what?

When “swords are beaten into plowshares”

and all the guns are recycled to a few

who keep the disgruntled in line // then what?

When religions are squelched for deviant thinking

and non compliance revives the “burning at the stake”

and “God is Dead” // then what?

When anarchy and revolution turns into an Orwellian nightmare

and Big Brother/Sister monitors and controls everything…

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Promote Yourself Monday, July 13, 2020

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Throwback Friday, It’s Time, by Ivor Steven

I’ve posted this older poem, called “It’s Time” up at ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’s’ Throwback Friday segment..

Go Dog Go Café

I wrote the original of this poem a long time ago, but I presented the piece on my blog site on July 2017…. I’ve submitted the poem a couple of times for publication, but alas the piece has yet to be published… maybe ‘it’s time’ to give this poem another try…

It’s Time

We’ll miss you

Mother Earth

Your splendour

And imposing style

From forest canopy’s

To the desert Nile

New creations

Beauty, gone

We’ll lose you

Father Time

Your rhythm

And stoic guile

From ancient history

To the future files

New millennia

Awaiting, gone

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2017

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…

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Birds On Wires

Here on the edge of lower earth

Beyond the urban concrete girth

Withering trees are trying to grow

Reaching for that mystical power flow

Hungering for energy from contaminated ground

Not the airwaves of false sonic sound

Man-made arrows cluttering  the sky

Unnatural webs soaring high

Bird snatching wires

Hanging on cold steal spires

Carriers of these modern times

The pulse of humanities crimes

Ivor Steven (c) July 2020

Promote Yourself Monday, July 6, 2020

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Promote Yourself Monday, June 29, 2020

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The Sun Arose Again, by Ivor Steven

A wonderful surprise for me this morning and a lovely pick-me-up, to find that my poem “The Sun Arose Again”, had been published at ‘Red Wolf Journal’, and thank you to the editor, Irene, for her kind consideration of my submission…

Red Wolf Journal

The Sun Arose Again
by Ivor Steven

There must be a number of silent masks around
Yesterday an old mask flew away at the speed of sound
From behind, the real pieces of what we perceive
Are leftover bones, bleached by sky and sea
Where the worn pebbles lingering in the hand
Fall gently upon lines drawn in the sand
And these new beginnings could be a heavenly gift
As white doves soar above the mourning cliffs

Perhaps the next awakening will be a peaceful one
Full of friendly compassion and wisdom
I’m lucky today, the sun arose again
To light up the hallway, despite the rain
I’ll be the first one to walk out the door
And the only one left here, to see her valour

Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, and has been writing poetry for 19 years. He has had numerous poems…

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