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

Promote Yourself Mondays, March 14, 2022

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Water-logged Boots

My poem ‘Water-logged Boots, was published at FREE VERSE REVOLUTION, in November 2019, and thank you to the editor Kristiana for her kind consideration of my piece…
And today on Weekly Prompts the Weekend Challenge is: Boots . Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . Appropriately in response to their prompt, I have reposted this poem from 3 years ago.

Water-logged Boots

Yes, I am small in this overburdened world

But I flutter freely when unfurled

I could be a family picture collage

Or a tiny squirrel amongst the foliage

On his journey of ups and downs

Collecting and storing his acorns

The trick is to enjoy the ups

While the floodgates are shut

Sometimes I did nearly drown

Other times I floated upside down

During the many seasonal rains

I wondered if I would ever swim again

So then I pretended to write a biblical book

Ignorantly thinking no-one would ever look

Afterwards, I thought I could walk on water

Then my boots became water-logged

And if you need to walk a mile in my shoes

You will have to learn how to swim and sing the blues

Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

Throwback Friday, We Are Not Worthy, Nor Grand, by Ivor Steven

During our present horrific warring times, here is an appropriate old poem that I wrote many years ago

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In my computer files, this poem was is recorded as being from June 2018, but the original piece was from years earlier, when my poems were stored in cardboard boxes on the bottom shelf of my bookcase.

We Are Not Worthy, Nor Grand

The Time-travellers have been and gone

Transcending the stars and beyond

Leaving us The message carved in stone

Obvious warnings, pointing the bone

“You are not worthy, nor grand

to care for Mother Earth’s beautiful land”

Decrying our humankind’s faults

Locking our world’s children in vaults

Poisoning our plants, rivers, and seas

Contaminating the air we breathe

Burning our forests

Vehicle fumes

Nuclear bombs

Rulers greed

Before we even feed

Our fellow-man

Slaughter upon slaughter

Like we’re lambs

Guns and bullets

Millions for every bloody stand

Like seeds in our hands

Not giving life, only death and sand

We are not worthy, nor grand

It’s time, to…

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