How do we extinguish our burning hearts
How do we stop the hot ashes from blowing in the wind
Please, make it rain
Please, show us mercy, instead of hell
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
How do we extinguish our burning hearts
How do we stop the hot ashes from blowing in the wind
Please, make it rain
Please, show us mercy, instead of hell
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
A big thank you to Kate of “CalmKate” for inspiring me, and rekindling a poem I was working on last week, please visit her forthright article, “fires ignite justice” by clicking >>Here
Waiting
The earth is waiting
Sick of human’s, and their time wasting
Waiting for their promised cheers
Waiting for less destructive years
Will they give her resolutions of better times?
Will they read, Thor’s neon signs
Will they notice, a smoke covered sun?
Will they be able to breath the air, as a united one?
The earth cannot watch, nor wait
While human’s feed their own greedy plate
Why are they celebrating?
Like blind fools, that are always pretending
As if nothing is going wrong
Can’t they hear the whales crying songs?
Can’t they see the polar caps are melting?
Can’t they taste the venom of government’s lying?
In the following video/song, if you could metaphorically place earth and human’s between the lyrics, you might understand why I chose this song by Damien Rice..
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
The First Challenge of 2020 is Something New
From today the Word Prompts and Photo Challenges will cease to be separate. They have merged the twice-weekly challenges and given each of them the new combined title of Word/Photo Challenge. Please go visit their exciting new Format, by clicking on .>>HERE
Something New
I’m at that age, I don’t need material things
Too old for men’s fashion earrings
No more swanky clothes or fancy shoes
And I don’t like trendy blue and red tattoos
I’m now alone, and live a simple life
You could balance my belongs on a kitchen knife
These days I store myself in a computer cloud
Photos, music and my poems, of which I’m proud
Today’s six days after Christmas
But I’m still expecting undelivered business
An annual package from Philadelphia
That’s probably been misplaced by festive hysteria
Then I spot a parcel in the letterbox
Which I excitedly unwrap,, a glorious card and socks
Not just plain socks, but a sporty printed pair
Teary, I read the card, and my heart yearns to be there
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
Tullawalla, Climb Each Stair
Hello dear readers and followers, again I’ve been arduously preparing and typing, to produce my Fourteenth Tullawalla Poetry Booklet….. For new readers that don’t know about these booklets, they are basically the reason why I write poetry. I produce the booklets for the sole purpose of raising funds for my favourite charity organization, the MS Society, in Australia via the MS Charity Shop here in Geelong. And actually all money’s I receive for any of my poetry submissions, I also donate to the MS Society…..Amazingly, there is a total of “573 poems”, in my collection of 14 Tullawalla Booklets. Anyhow the booklet is finally completed, and ready for the New Year, 2020 !! As always, they are available for purchase, either as a hard copy or a PDF format….. All proceeds go to the MS Charity Shop, here in Geelong West….. Please contact me here through my web site page and I can chat about arrangements from there…. Oh, the booklet is called “Tullawalla: Climbing Each Stair”, and coincidently, one of my poems in the booklet “Time Needs No Command” was published by Geelong Writers Inc. on their blog site today!! Click on this link >> https://www.geelongwriters.org.au/paid-member-writing-features/time-needs-no-command/ …. And here is the link to my website >> ivors20.wordpress.com


Ivor Steven (c) Jan 1st 2020