Here I’ve written a Haiku Trio, a poem consisting of three haiku stanzas
*Please note, the above photos, are scanned images, from the book in my personal library, called “Close To Nature”, by John Landy
Under Pressure
Bitter is the clown
A broken pepper stays down
Anger’s every town
Flames leap all around
Burning bridges to the ground
Hatred is the sound
High above the clouds
Songs echo under pressure
Screaming for new air
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020.
My old poem “My Rainbow”, is up at Throwback Friday, on “Go Dog Go Cafe’.”..
Every time I see a rainbow, I see reflections of colours and life beyond the sky.
My Rainbow
Over mountains, over a distant sky
Blazing hues of African butterflies
Fluttering reflections of our last goodbyes
Did you see my yesterday rainbow
She’s ruby red, yellow and blue
The heavenly ring, in everyone’s view
Above you, a perfect archway
Behind you, a forever shining sun-ray
Around you, a golden halo everyday
Ivor Steven (c) March 2019
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At “Go Dog Go Cafe”, Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, June 2, 2020, Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose or poetry around the phrase: “on our knees”
Beneath The Shadows
We bow before you, Lord of Trees
On our knees, we beg for the bees
Please, do not cast your shadows too deep
Enable the sun to warm our plants feet
And let their flowers thrive in the breeze
So the busy bees can pollinate our seeds
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
My stomachs rumbling
Upset and tumbling
I’ve been swallowing lumps of dark chocolate
And guzzling black coffee from stained goblets
The grey smokey clouds of yesterday
Have stuck around like muddy brown clay
Has this captain midnight moved into stay?
Will charcoal pencils write about peace today?
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
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My smokey eyes have been faltering
Sad necessary tears have me wavering
Looking down the knife-edges
Balancing on red cliff-edges
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How will the fog of darkness be lifted?
From angry souls that have drifted
Mirror, mirror, who’s the saddest
Mirror, mirror, where is forgiveness
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The heart-breakers came around
Killing a black-rose on the ground
Deep down we all feel hollow
And none can see the peace-smoke halo
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Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
Is there a song?
Between who is sad, and who is wrong
Beyond this prolonged swan song
How long, is too long?
Along these throngs of torch songs
Headstrong, and head-on
We know their theme song
We are all in the wrong
Oh. We, are the wrong
Listen to the birdsong
Listen to her lifelong song
Listen to nature humming along
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020.
“We, The Drowned”, Lyrics by Lisa Hannigan
We know not the fire in which we burn
But we sing and we sing
And the flames grow higher.
We read not the pages which we turn
But we sing, and we sing, and we sing, and we sing
We, the wrong,
We the sewn up and long gone,
Were before and all along
Like this
We, the drowned
The lost and found out,
We are all finished again.
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The Weekend Challenge, and the monthly colour challenge for JUNE, “Weekly Prompts” have chosen the colour Obsidian. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here…. and below is my response to the prompt…
Obsidian Eyes
Humans are in an anxious whirl
Unaware of nature’s harmonious world
Volcanic flames light up the skies
The blazing eclipse darkens angry eyes
Lava’s flowing as obsidian rivers
Black glass groans and shivers
Cold black-ice slips and slides
In a chasm of great white walls, either side
Sheer ugly mirrors of darkness
Reflecting societies obsidian blindness
Unfathomable statues arise
Like hives of frenetic fireflies
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
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