New Born Lambs
Here, on the edge of suburbia
Wide bitumen rivers
Plough through barren fields
On nearby deserted hills
Giant man made towers pierce the clouds
The midday winter sun
Forgot to open her eyes
And failed to warm
The frost bitten land
Where new born lambs
Tremble and struggle to stand
Here, I silently search
For her guiding hand
While passionately waiting
For Mother Nature’s last command
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
On a fiery hot suburban street
Cobblestones are melting the crowd’s feet
Bursting blisters, of the ignorant
Burning souls, in the innocent
Ultraviolet rays are scorching everyone
Our world is being swallowed by the sun
Oh, what have us human’s done
All the rivers are running dry
Fish lay on barren land, wanting to die
Polar icebergs are often seen gliding by
Penguins are moaning without their icy slides
And you’ll hear the baby whales cry
As the ocean, sadly waves us goodbye
Our Angel’s wings are singed and cannot fly
Old mother earth is quickly going awry
And father time is forever asking why
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
The Featured Image above was taken by Derrick Knight, and when I viewed his heartwarming photo of the foal peacefully sleeping on the grass, my mind was immediately inspired to write words, and after numerous attempts to create something worthy of Derrick’s beautiful photo, I eventually produced this poem “There Will Be An Answer” … and my poem is to be read by pretending that you are the “foal’s” thoughts … You may visit Derrick’s article by clicking on this Link >>
https://derrickjknight.com/2022/06/20/shadows-and-reflections/
There Will Be An Answer
All the world is green
Within my midday dream
Please, do not disturb me
Let me sleep, let me be
Let it be, let it be
I do not comprehend
Your unnatural trends
Of killing your neighbours
After kicking in their sacred doors
Do not listen to me
Hear the breeze among the trees
There, under nature’s ancient marquee
She wisely decrees
Live in harmony like the bees
Co-existence is free
Let it be, let it be
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
Hello readers and followers, you are most welcome to participate in our new format from “Go Dog Go Cafe”, which is being organised by Donna Matthews, an interesting format of writing a “Haibun”, so read all about how to write a Haibun, and you are all welcome to join us at Go Dog Go Cafe, and post your articles here on “Haibun Wednesdays” …by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Autobiographical poetic prose accompanied by haiku.
Bruce Ross
In his old age Basho, who may be credited with establishing the haiku form, undertook a long journey to the remote regions of northern Japan, fully expecting to die before completing it. He did complete the journey, and his record of it has become a classic of world literature and an example, in the broadest sense, of haibun, autobiographical poetic prose accompanied by haiku.
– Journey to the Interior, American Versions of Haibun, Edited by Bruce Ross
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We walked pass the ‘Imagination Garden Kindergarten & Childcare’ centre this morning, and I was reminded of this poem I wrote in August 2020, when the building was being constructed. All the photos in my post here today were taken this morning at the “Imagination” centre ..
Imagination (revised)
Boldly, the sign “Imagination” is written on the wall
The silent gift of creativety that is given to us all
Imagination looks beyond the distant horizon
To where a blue sky unites the oceans
Imagination looks above the gathering dark clouds
To where a golden sun dispels all doubts
Imagination looks inside the essence of nature
To where a nurtured animal instinct matures
Imagination looks outside the boundaries of mankind
To where a human mind can roam unconfined
And peacefully co-exist nonaligned
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
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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.
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I’m having technical problems try to submit my article to Coffee House Writers this evening, and I am getting frustrated .. so I decided to “Leave The Table” for a while, and found this poem that I wrote after a enjoyable night out, in November 2018, and I’m reposting it here on my site tonight …
Blue-stone Cellar (A Repost)
Old wooden steps
Going down, worn and steep
Revealing a cellar, candle-lit
Walls of blue-stone blocks
With a stained cedar ceiling
Creating a friendly aura of closeness
Intimate and cosy
A perfect place for Mr Cohen’s spirit to be
Sweet Amie Brulee
Sings and plays his songs
And in between, graciously reads his poetry
Jovially chats to the audience
Relaxed and carefree
Her demure smile is spontaneous
Divulging stories about his works
With enthusiasm and passion
Infusing her own subtle wit and humour
A show of genuine warmth and charm
From his tower of song, Leonard would be pleased
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
I was in a dazed shock
As the bedside table rocked
When my alarm clock piercingly rang
Ding dong and bang clang it sang
Like a hammering chain gang
Breaking rocks, bang after bang
Awakened by the brutal ding and bang
Out of bed I sprang
Then abruptly, my mind went clang!
When the bells of Sunday morn began!
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
Chocolates are delightfully delicious … wars are deadly and destructive …
Yesterday we went to the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe, for a coffe and cake, which prompted me to remember this poem that I wrote in August 2018 …
Eating Chocolates And Watching Wars
Hungrily I’m eating a liquor chocolate
A selfish heavenly delight
Arousing my old minds senses
I wonder
What she would be thinking
Looking down from the stars
Through her sensitive olive eyes
Her everlasting smile
Her gracious courage
Her generous heart
Her forgiving soul
Her love for me and you
I wonder
What she would be thinking
Seeing these futile bloody wars
Through her compassionate olive eyes
The dead and maimed
The millions of shuffling homeless
The distraught broken families
The crying children locked in sheds
The desperate refugees with no beds
I wonder
What she would be thinking
While she preciously holds the last white dove
Observing these senseless wars
That never never end
Ivor Steven…
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A couple of weeks ago I wrote a ‘Tanka’ called Infinity Times Infinity, and here today I have altered the Tanka, to form an eight-line poem .. For betterer, or worserer .. here is my revised piece … below: after my poem is the ‘original Tanka’
Infinity Times Infinity (Revised)
Between flying high
From here, to out there
Beyond the daylight
A trillion light-years away
Is there further light?
Where does the universe end?
Is infinity times infinity,
The foundation of light?
Infinity Times Infinity (a Tanka)
Beyond the daylight
A trillion light-years away
Is there further light?
Where does the universe end?
Is infinity the light?
Ivor Steven (c) June 2022
