Category: Photos

Revolving

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

Broken Shoes

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

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

Primates Wearing Bibs and L-plates

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

Pink Looks Good on a Black or White Background

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

Deep Echoes

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

Sailing Away



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

Pondering Comprehension

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