Cry Me A River, by Ivor Steven

Go Dog Go Café

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Cry Me A River

Cry me a fair-tale

A fable that’s true

If I place steel pails

Under your sails

Could you please

Rain on our arid ship

Fill all the buckets

And douse the fires

Cry me a storm

And fill our fragile souls

With watery glee

Cry me a river

And fill our hearts

With liquid joy

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020


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…

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The Windy Day Adventure


Windy 🌬 Wind, Blowing…

Breezy, Gliding, Easy…

Leaves 🍁 Teasing…

As the windy 🌬 winds keep blowing the leaves all around. They seem to be following me, chasing me circling me surrounding me.

It looks like a whirlwind? Shall we dance 💃 or should I just stand here, enjoying the moment.

A strong gust 💨 picks up…

Swirling, Twirling around my shoulders and towards my head, it is as though time stood still, as a leaf 🍁 comes in for the perfect landing onto my shoulder.

“Hello” Leaf, so beautifully colored. Your fashionably orange, looking very crisp and free with your Pointed-Clover Touch.

There is something unique, something very different about you.




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davidbrucehaiku: past mistakes

Is right, right?


When those who wield the power, stoop to conquer

And there are those whose conviction is their guiding light

When thoughts need a permit to express themselves

Then heart rebels with all its might

When those perceived weak have the strongest voice

And the powerful have blinkered sight

When people refuse to accept that grey exists

For black is not always black nor white is white

When the perceived right presumably is not always right

But uses might to suppress what’s right

When there seems no light at the end of the tunnel

And there’s no sign of a morn after the darkest night

Then the flickering hope that resides in the breast

Refuses the bait of cynicism to bite

In the scheme of things hope maybe laughed at

But it gives despondency a good fight

For it knows hubris will one day meet nemesis

Shattered pride will all be…

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Oh Winds of Change

Go Dog Go Café

Oh winds of change why must you blow
and come roaring in like a hurricane
blowing my comfortable life to and fro
left in your wake, everything’s changed

And yet, the unknown is always there
or so say the stoics of centuries past
for comfort is but an illusion we wear
and life is never meant to endure or last

So Blow, changing winds Blow, Blow, Blow!
And in the end my weathered soul soars free
to explore other cosmos never known
floating on a breeze with gossamer wings

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

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“Why shouldn’t we, so generally addicted to the gigantic, at last have some small works of art, some short poems, short pieces of music, some…”

Art of Quotation

Why shouldn’t we, so generally addicted to the gigantic, at last have some small works of art, some short poems, short pieces of music, some intimate, low-voiced, and delicate things in our mostly huge and roaring, glaring world?

Elizabeth Bishop, writer, “Elizabeth Bishop: Poems, Prose, and Letters”

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Without You, Without You

Frank Solanki

The blue skies don’t feel so blue
The daisies have lost their hue
The wise words don’t seem so true
Without you, without you

The green fields don’t feel so green
I’m staring at an empty screen
Everything’s lost in between
Without you, without you

The yellow sun is not the same
If I don’t get to call your name
Life becomes an endless game
Without you, without you

The black hole in my heart
Is consuming all the other parts
Slowly, surely, I am falling apart
Without you, without you

Without you, oh, without you
No colour seems to catch my view
I’m left with nothing good to do
Without you, without you

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