Why is there always a dark side
When the moon shines so bright
Who’s taking us on this blindfold ride
While our reasoning is out of sight
Why is there always a silver lining
When treacherous clouds are hovering so low
Who’s making the lower world enchanting
While our malignant demons grow and grow
Why do we call them magic mushrooms?
When all they bring is gloom and doom
Who’s controlling this aging Mother
While our pleading hands are hustled undercover
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023
Hello dear readers and followers, I am reposting this poem I wrote in July 2022 in response to Eugi’s “Moonwashed Weekly Prompt” – Peaceable … to visit her fabulous site, please click on >> Here
The White Azalea Peace Garden
I stare at the garden plaque
There on the ground
In front of the white Azalea bushes
I sit on the park bench and wonder
Here under a clear blue sky
Why? Does the sun shine on our world
I was born in nineteen fifty one
Here under a broken moon
During the second year of the Korean War
I stand and walk away
Where must I go?
To view the whole of the moon
Hello dear readers and followers, I am now writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “The Resurrection of Shadows”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-resurrection-of-shadows/
The Resurrection of Shadows
You! It’s time to take cover
Beware! Shadows have changed colour
And are reaching across the ground
Crying to the world, “It’s time to turn around”
Shadows have learned to crawl and walk
In the daylight, they brawl and talk
Shadows are tired of being ignored
And eager to leap off the billboards
Shadows will ascend to fight the evil warlords
And liberate the embattled horde
Ivor Steven (c) August 2023
Today I am presenting another poem that will be appearing in my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”. I wrote ‘Flying Bricks of War’ in May 2021, and the poem will be the opening piece in Chapter 6. War! Without Peace
Featured Image Above: Gaza Strip border, Kibbutz Netiv Ha’Asara, Israel © Kai Wiendenhofer
Flying Bricks of War
There is a divisive brick wall
That stands harsh and tall
To stop people breaking their fall
Then the leaders in ivory towers
Ceased talking about peace and flowers
And hurled bricks into that sandy strip
One brick after another brick
Flew from one side to the other
Smashing innocent children and mothers
Flying bricks crumbling into dust
Creating dirty clouds of mistrust
The walls of Babylon fell again
As brick upon brick crushed human brains
Brick upon brick filled the bloody drains
Brick upon brick killed and maimed
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Ivor Steven (c) July 2023
Featured Images: were taken at the local Kindergarten, where the school’s gardener lovingly maintains the beautiful garden, and she excitedly pointed out that, despite it being the start of winter, there were 2 sunflower plants ‘defying the odds’. and actually thriving and blooming … I smiled at her joyful enthusiasm, however inwardly I was silently weeping for those still suffereing in wartorn Ukraine.
So here today I am reposting “5” of my “Sunflower” poems relating to the “Ukrainian” war.
We Are the Carrier Pigeons
Are our Sunflowers wilting?
Can they survive, prosper, and regrow?
They will need more
Genuine assistance
Our promissory words
And tuneless birdsongs
Are not enough
We cannot forget them
We all need to speak up
Let our world of voices be heard
Draft a poem, a letter
Of protest, today, tomorrow
We are the carrier pigeons
May our messages for peace
Chime over the people of Russia
Defiantly (a Haiku)
Sunflowers do bloom
Through the war of destruction
Bravely defiant
An Unseeded Renewal (a Tanka)
Sunflowers of peace
We have not forgotten you
The war has not stopped
Killing fields are still on fire
Young stems need help to survive
A Banner of Sunflowers
Bann
look!
up there
above the War’s
darkest clouds
there is a blue banner
embroided with sunflowers
swaying
through a hole
in the eastern sky
bearing a message
of ‘Hello’
or is it ‘Goodbye’?
a sweeping reminder
from our Ancestors
“we feel your suffering and pain
from the merciless hard rain
blood filled rivers and cratered plains
smoke filled skylines and cracked windowpanes”
“however, we also know
beyond the broken horizon
the sunflower seeds of hope
will germinate again
and future seeds for peace
will regenerate a new campaign“
Sunflower Seeds (a Tanka)
Blue skies were mellow
Fields were peaceful and yellow
Sunflowers grew free
Then foreign tanks squashed their seeds
On tomorrow’s scarred harrows
Ivor Steven (c) May 2023
Today’s post is a poem (Originally titled “Between the Lines”) that I revised/rehashed this morning … I might be wrong, but will I ever be right …
“And I have carried on this war. Though no one wins an endless fight. I have claimed that God has guided me. And killed to prove I’m right.” Lyrics From Damien Rice’s song, “What if I’m wrong”
Between Lines, Who Holds the Power
Do you see, a man walking on water?
Did you see, his feet were bleeding?
Do you read, the missing scriptures?
Did you read, your own family tree?
Do you hear, speechless angels singing?
Did you hear, the songbirds crying?
Do you feel, the erased wars calling?
Did you feel, the hard rains falling?
Do you know, the ones who are lying?
Did you know, the refugees are dying?
“What If I’m Wrong”, Lyrics, by Damien Rice
I could wrestle with tomorrow
Until tomorrow’s in the past
Because I have torn apart what’s beautiful
To prove that nothing lasts I have stayed locked behind these doors
To show there’s no way out
I got lost within the space between
The question and the doubt
I have built a wall between
What I believed and what is true
I have sacrificed the love I had
For power over you
I have convicted those who disagree
And walked over the weak
I have placed a gun within the mouth
Of those who dared to speak
And on an ordinary day
In an ordinary way
I have crushed the minds of children
With extraordinary shame
And I have carried on this war
Though no one wins an endless fight
I have claimed that God has guided me
And killed to prove I’m right
What if I’m wrong
What if I’m wrong
What if I’m wrong
What if I’m wrong
Is this soul worth saving at all?
Cause if I lose my wings then surely I must fall
And the gods prayed to the gods they made
We could wrestle with tomorrow
until tomorrow’s in the past
We could tear apart what’s beautiful
To prove that nothing lasts
We could stay locked behind the doors
To show there’s no way out
We could get lost within the space between
The question and the doubt
But what if we’re wrong?
Ivor Steven (c) May 2023
/ IVOR20 … Copied from my article on “Go Do Go Cafe” this morning. >> http://godoggocafe.com/2023/03/24/throwback-friday-baby-vegetables-and-puppy-dogs-by-ivor-steven/
Today I am presenting a poem I originally wrote in August 2019 …
Baby Vegetables and Puppy Dogs
We can climb the tallest peaks
Where there’s the purest thin air to breathe
Yet we still dispossess children of their rightful freedom
Bagging them in plastic like vegetables in a fridge
We can dive into the ocean’s deepest chasms
Where without artificial lights it’s too dark to see
Yet we still blindfold children from the solar daylight
Abandoning them at night like forgotten homeless dogs
We can fly to the furthermost planets
Where there’s a willingness to meet the unknown
Yet we still treat frightened children like Saturn’s aliens
Caging them like feral animals in a desert zoo
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Ivor Steven (c) March 2023
I came across this poem of mine today, a piece I wrote back in January 2019, while I was in hospital recovering from my 2nd stroke … maybe my dreams and visions were at bit blurred … but maybe they weren’t …
Hear The Thunder
My tired voice is crying out, “there’s no time to wait !!”
The people are pleading fromwithin their breastplates
We need to hear the thunder of peace bells ringing
Ringing to the crescendo of peace doves singing
The chimes are loud and clear
Loud enough for the universe to hear
Even through white marble walls
You’ll hear the thunder of the peace bells fall
We are gathering in every backyard
Every church hall
Every city street
Every farmers paddock
Every heavenly peace dove is escaping
You will see the doves flying high above
Even through the towers of tinted glass
You’ll see the peace doves soar
Even through their white marble walls
They’ll hear the thunder of the peace bells fall
Even through their towers of tinted glass
They’ll hear the crescendo of the peace doves call
Hear the thunder of peace bells ringing
Hear the crescendo of peace doves singing
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Ivor Steven (c) February 2023
Birds Walking
Who would need wings
If the ground was safe all year long
A level field for the world’s bird songs
No gas-filled trenches
No bombs dropping from the sky
No fallen angels waving goodbye
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Ivor Steven (c) February 2023
THIS THURSDAY AT 6:30 PM
Lowercase presents: SPEAKING IN TONGUES
At The Medusa Bar
Hello dear readers and followers, if you are in the Geelong area, come along, you are most welcome, and I will be reciting my new poem “Forked Tongues”.
Forked Tongues
War clouds cover the sun
The wind hums through dead leaves
They’re talking in tongues
Beach sand is on the run
The waves sharply rise and cry
They’re talking in tongues
Moon shadows are left undone
Their white light hides under trees
And they’re talking in tongues
The new dawn has begun
Sunrise greets everyone
But we’re talking in tongues
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Ivor Steven (c) February 2023
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