Music – Page 212 – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Under Pressure

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.

Beneath The Shadows

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

Chocolates After Midnight

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

Who’s The Saddest

My smokey eyes have been faltering

Sad necessary tears have me wavering

Looking down the knife-edges

Balancing on red cliff-edges

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

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

Ivor Steven (c) June 2020

We Sing, and We Sing

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, the drowned
Hold our hollow hearted ground
Til we swallow ourselves down
AgainWe, the ashes,
We spend our days like matches
And burned ourselves as black as
The end.

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.

Opening a Can of Flammable Worms

Opening a Can of Flammable Worms. A ‘Gogyohka’

Anger ignites smoldering flames

A white-man’s racist hatred to blame

The volatile reaction follows

Requiring a King’s pacifying halo

Not a cane, you stupid man

Gogyohka, (pronounced go-gee-yoh–kuh), was created by Enta Kusakabe in Japan. It is a “five-line poem” or “song” with no no fixed syllable pattern. It can be written on any subject and use of ordinary, simple language is encouraged.