Sharpen Those Pencils

“As a poet, sometimes we confuse ourselves, Trying to create ashes, instead of fire ” – Loenard Cohen

I wrote this poem for “Go Dog Go Cafe’s , Make It Happen Thursday”, please go over and visit our fabulous site by clicking >> Here http://godoggocafe.com/2022/03/24/make-it-happen-thursday-8/



Sharpen Those Pencils


I like to write with a HB lead pencil
I enjoy the earthy feel of wood in my fingers
And the soft touch of carbon upon paper

During sharpening time, my mind ponders
About the origins of those timber shavings
And the history behind the carbon slithers
These tiny trival objects all evoke thoughts
Then the thoughts instigate words in my mind
And simply like that, my writing process begins

I never retire without my note-pad nearby
And a lead pencil as my trusty writing scribe
Sometimes heavy, other times light
A necessary sword to fight off a dark night






Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

Red Noses and Sad Frowns




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

Pitch Black, War Limericks Are Not Fun. is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

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

Promote Yourself Mondays, March 21, 2022

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A Variation of the Same Theme 

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

Throwback Friday, Where Is Their Tomorrow? by Ivor Steven

Over at Go Do Go Cafe’s Throwback Friday, I presented another old poem that seemed reflect the war dilemma in the Ukraine at the moment

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Today’s Throwback is a poem I wrote in September 2018, however the theme of my piece seems to be disturbingly appropriate for present war situation in the Ukraine.

Where Is TheirTomorrow

I eat, I drink, I sleep

I casually dream of yesterday

I Shamefully wonder about tomorrow

I am walking along my sunny street

I am alive and free as a bird

But I am anxiously emotional about tomorrow

Will the children wake-up without crying?

Will the children see sunlight today?

Will the children be with their parents tomorrow?

How can the heartless leaders sleep?

How can they not hear the voices of today?

How can they continue to lie about tomorrow?

Ivor Steven (c) June 2018

G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for…

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We Do Not Need Darker Skies




Wandering over shadowless ground

Did you notice too?

The clouds loomed darker this morning

And their bleakness was edging closer

Have they lost their way too?



Did you notice?

The birds sounded sadder this morning

They were not singing their awakening tunes

Actually! Where have all the birds gone

Have they fled from home too?






Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

Cosmic Eyes Are Watching

Look above the ugly pylons

Away from that slimy Russian python

Beyond those strangling power lines

There is a luminous cosmic sign

Piercing our dark thunderous skies

Wearing an ancient peacetime disguise

In a temple full of untainted eyes

Anticipating the worlds next golden sunrise






Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

Putin … Would You


I would surrender my poetic soul to you 

If that could hand you compassion? 

To help you stop your war


I would offer my shattered heart to you 

If you are needing a piece of heart?  

To help you stop your war


I would remove my crying eyes 

and stay blind to you 

If your ego is looking for guidance? 

To help you stop your war


President Putin
 
Have you a shred of decency? 

Left inside your arrogant mind


Would you? 

Desert your grandchildren 

And Evict them to be

Homeless and frightened






Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

The Children’s Empty Streets



Do they hear humanity’s fears?

Will that day come?

When all the big ears

Will listen as one


How many rivers of tears must we cry?

Before all our deepest wells run dry

How many innocent children must fall?

Before all the big ears hear their helpless calls


That wounded haunting drawl

The ghostly scrapping sound of homeless feet

Mournfully shuffling along their bombarded streets






Ivor Steven (c) March 2022