There is a greyness filling the sky
Made up of sick tongues and lies
Death and destruction in a dirty disguise
Enquiries from worldwide continue to ask why
So many innocent people must die
While fleeing the greyest of Eastern skies
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Day One”, 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/day-one/
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
A cold morning dew
The Sun filters through torn blinds
My alarm’s on snooze
Ivor Steven April 2022
Did you see the sunrise this morning?
The horizon was like a golden blind
Did you read the news at lunchtime?
The headlines were dark and unkind
Did you watch the night sky fall this evening?
The stars looked like yellow pieces of shrapnel
Do you know our planet earth?
Exists only as a moment in time
Do you know that the universe?
Created all reason and rhyme
Do you understand Mr Shootin’ Putin?
That you are the world’s worst crime
Heartlessly deaf, cruelly dumb, and compassionately blind
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
I am one human
Why are you so inhumane?
Can you see the light?
Shine over humanity
You! One ion-less atom
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “A Seventy-Year-Old Mind”, 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/a-seventy-year-old-mind/
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
There are good clowns and bad clowns
In yesterday’s nightmare, a big bad clown
Trampled everyone in my friend’s hometown
He wore a big Red nose and a big sad frown
Destroying every peaceful thing around
When his big red shoes kicked the ground
The world’s worst fears were then found
To be in the hands of a bad Russian clown
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Pitch Black, War Limericks Are Not Fun”, 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/pitch-black-war-limericks/
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
The harsh baltic winds
Whistle through frozen borders
Destroying old trees
And crushing dead Ukraine leaves
Then depart as Russian thieves
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
This weekend the challenge from Weekly Prompts is: Variation. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here .. The below poem is my response to the prompt.
A Variation of the Same Theme
My usual lazy Saturday afternoon
The sun is beaming like a silver spoon
Here relaxing at my familiar save zone
My favourite cafe, not far from home
Then my mind begins to sadly ponder
How the children are coping over yonder
Without their afternoon coffee and fruitcake
Without their young friends cuddles and handshakes
Only to be left forsaken
Clasping their frightened heartaches
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
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