Time is tiresome, here loafing around
Best I search for my chi at lost and found
I need a reliable Puffin’ Billy
To find a track that’s not too hilly
Heading towards a time and place
Where my mind can safely settle and touch base
While our new revolution replays the old collections
Of peace, love, and compassion without interjections
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020
My poem “Broken Shoes”, was totally inspired by Kate’s (CalmKate) thought provoking poem “Witness” you can ‘view her original post’, by clicking on this link >>https://aroused.blog/2020/11/11/witness/
Broken Shoes
More sad news, more sexual abuse
Women being dumped like broken shoes
While men stupidly protect their ‘mates’
Knowing about their blatant mistakes
The multitude’s calls are loud and clear
Victims are not the ones to be smeared
Stop being matey fakes
Decline their dirty handshakes
The continuing abuse is a disgrace
It’s time for male attitudes to about-face
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020
A Snowman Falls
The writing is on the wall
Did you see the words fall?
From stars of blue, one and all
The letters stood humble and tall
Shimmering like Niagara Falls
Announcing the new overhaul
Choirs sang within tenement halls
Medicine-men debuted at the White House ball
And did you hear the snowman fall?
Into his dishonest cannon balls
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020
We’ve been plodding in waterlogged boots
Even neighbours heard the squelch over the owl hoots
Daily we waded among flooding restrictions
But those wet chains were sad afflictions
Full of overflowing mistakes and contradictions
Stay true to your imaginations predictions
Ignore the backstabbers and haters
About time they removed their bibs and L-plates
Gargled their foul voices and cleaned the slates
About time they stopped acting like scared primates
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020
Yesterday I celebrated Oaks-Day and wore vivid pink
Who cares what the other guys think
Today I’ve dressed myself in white
Because my mood is happy and bright
Tomorrow I’ll look like a “Kiwi All-black”
To match the colour of my hat
No matter how we feel on the day
We all like to wear a different coloured display
So what’s so different about our outer coverings
To the way we express our skins colourings ??
Today’s poem is a copy of a comment that I wrote to Kate, of ‘CalmKate’, about her thought provoking poem “Colour”, https://aroused.blog/2020/11/06/colour/ , and big thank you to Kate for encouraging me to post my little anecdote as a poem on my site.
Featured Image: the creation universe based on al quran: SlideShare
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020
Here I stand on this unclothed land
Counting the grains of dying sand
Listening to nature’s howling sound
Of wind scrolling over barren ground
Gathering lost words from timeless channels
And I hear ancient chants within earth’s deepest funnels
Pushing songs of distant light through endless tunnels
Quietly echoing the multitudes voiceless struggles
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020
I’m running away from last night’s blue moon
Walking hot bitumen streets
Wishing I was up high in a balloon
On an old comfy rocking seat
I’m young enough to fly
Beyond yesterday’s cloudburst
Travel today’s distant blue sky
Above this land’s ongoing curse
Take my hand, come sail with me
Soar among other floating air-ships
Escape restrictions and disease
Free our hearts for the new script
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020
The bees are singing
On Lavender fairy wings
Purples wave again
Ivor Steven (C) Nov 2020
I’ve been listening to Amanda Palmer’s powerful song, “Drowning In Sound”, and reading her poetically brilliant lyrics, while I was scribbling some perplexing notes, and those puzzling words, later formed this poem….
Pondering Comprehension
I’m discombobulated
Listing and frustrated
All out of body sync
And my right hand’s spilling drinks
Quietly waiting for the great spirits
To observe another of my wobbly exits
The waddling penguin has seen it all before
Wondering how I found the front door
Despite my obvious lack of facilities
Confused, I ponder about the world’s disabilities
To collectively listen and comprehend
That the future depends on a cohesive blend
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
Here where I sit and write
Under my cosy verandah
I now have a new clock
Hanging on a roof post
A purchase from the MS shop
With a large Parisian style face
Most of my courtyard items
Are fondly given names
And in keeping with my space-craft theme
“Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space” – (Itmims)
I’ve appropriately tagged the time piece
After the ‘MS’ initials, “My Space”
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
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