Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem“Is The Light Our Goal”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/is-the-light-our-goal/
Ivor Steven (c) May 2022
Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
I feel honoured to have three pieces published in Lisa Tomey’s new Anthology, Social Justice Links. And congratulations to Lisa Tomey for this project. This is a raw and honest poetic view to the many aspects of social injustice in our world.
It takes courage to publish a book like this and I applaud Lisa Tomey for doing so! Congratulations Lisa and to all the writers/contributors!
My three poems in the Anthology are;
– A Hard Rain A’Gonna Fall on Polar Bears
– Burnt at the Cross
– That Nightly Sound
And the book is available for purchase via these Links
>> Lulu Link
>> Amazon Link
Social Justice Inks is about expression of social justice concerns and about working through these concerns, seeking answers is an ongoing process. We asked poets to offer their creative expressions about Social Justice and what they think about how to solve social problems in the world.
This collection is from poets around the world, offering their points of view about Social Justice. It has brought chill bumps to rise, blood to boil, hearts to beat, and hope to ring true.
It has often been said that awareness is the key from apathy to action. The writers offer such a strong awareness from so many perspectives. What will be interesting to hear is how the reader is affected and if the words stimulate change.
Last, we cannot express deeply enough the appreciation for all these talented individuals who have come together to establish a community for social awareness.
About the Artist & Cover Art
It has been a delight to work with Kay Payne as we developed a concept for the cover art. What I was looking for is something to show the positive spirit and power of nature. This evolved to the wreath of unity decorated with the spirit animals which came to mind. It is by no means exhaustive but was designed to show the power of the spirit. This comes from my personal belief that with unity we have strength and with strength and spirit we have power. May we always use that power to make positive changes in this world.
Kay Payne resides in Alabama with a paintbrush in one hand and a hammer in the other. She helps her beloved with his handyman work, while raising their blended family, full of love and sweet tea.
A Hard Rain A’Gonna Fall on Polar Bears
The foreigners have quietly landed
Wood from our trees has all been sanded
We’re a country without doors
Surrounded by golden shores
The openings are vast
The alien’s time is here at last
I cannot stop them, nor can you
If it be their will
Then, let it be
Join them, do not flee
We’ll all be hand in hand
To become the promised land
So let us be great again
Do not worry about the hard rain
Do not consider the faded sunlight
Forget about the rainstorm tonight
Who cares about Polar Bear’s with no ice?
World leaders say “Enjoy now, no matter the price”
Ivor Steven (c) May 2022
Here I am in this ancient town
Climbing the local Snowy Mountains
Standing in the world’s greenest paddock
Flying my yellow and blue kite
On the thinnest of worn threads
My kite is soaring higher and higher
Toward the bold clouds, thick and soft
Where pristine snowflakes abound
All bright and shiny white
Smooth enough to ride my silver bike on
Peddle my way over today’s slippery black-ice
And splash through the heights of tomorrow
Ivor Steven (c) May 2022
What will happen tomorrow, where will it be safe for the children to play .. 😥💔
Today I am presenting a poem that I originally wrote back in July 2018, about ‘Trump’s’ Texas refugee prisons/camps >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/07/26/where-is-their-tomorrow/ .. but this morning I altered the piece to be appropriately poignant, and represent my thoughts about this week’s sad tragedy in Texas …
What Will Happen Tomorrow
I eat, I drink, I sleep
I casually dream of yesterday’s
I shamefully wonder about tomorrow’s
I’m walking along my sunny street
I’m alive and free as a bird
But where do the children play tomorrow
Will the children wake-up without crying?
Will the children see sunlight today?
Will the children be with their parents tomorrow?
Why are the lawmakers sleeping?
Where is their conscience today?
What will happen to their voices tomorrow?
Ivor Steven (c) July 2018
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…
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Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!!
He shot all the children down
Sandpits fill with blood
Bullets again pierced our hearts
Rightful laws still can’t be found
Ivor Steven (c) May
This week’s challenge on Weekly Prompts is: MISSING. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here .. and my Limerick below is in response to the prompt ‘Missing’
Who Has The Foggiest? (a Limerick)
I cannot see the morning moon
There’s no sunshine in my breakfast spoon
The heaviest of fogs falls
I cannot hear the birds’ calls
Has our world condemned nature’s tune?
Ivor Steven © May 2022
My fading dawn was impossible to identify
A heavy fog had kidnapped my sky
Sabotaging my morning sunlight
The day disappeared in front of my eyes
The passing of night left a murky blight
There’s no start nor end to my blurred sight
Breathing in moist air, I gasp, “where’s the moon?”
Had my dismal forecast unravelled too soon?
Is this shadowless gloom?
The beginning of doom ?
Ivor Steven © May 2022
The dawn is a gray silent sea
And as a cold fog invades me
I see a green paddock
Without a horizon
Vanishing into oblivion
I see a ghostly power-source
Hang without opposition
Vanishing into oblivion
I see a ghastly concrete Czar
Without compassion
Disappearing into oblivion
Ivor Steven © May 2022
End Of Day
I was told by a crafty old toad
That my journey was a “No through road”
But he did not say, “The wrong way”
Nor did he infer, “No way”
So, I kept traveling that way
Along my lonely causeway
Towards the end of day
To be farther away
From a world in decay
Ivor Steven © May 2022
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