Throwback Friday, The Rear of Night, by Ivor Steven

Again, I couldn’t get the ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’ site to reblog my post, so, I have copied and pasted my article here …
This morning in Geelong it’s a cold and thick foggy start to the day, and appropriately I have found this piece from exactly 2 years ago

The Rear of Night

My foggy morning, is an inky dye

The heavy mist, has kidnapped my sky

Sabotaging my light, the sun disappeared in front of my eyes

And the rear of night, has been left with no respite

There is no start, nor end to my blurry sight

Breathing in moist air, I gasp, where is the moon?

Has my gloomy forecast, unraveled too soon?

Is this sunless day, the beginning of doom?

Ivor Steven (c) July 2019

Promote Yourself Mondays, July 5, 2021

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Promote Yourself Monday, June 28, 2021

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Promote Yourself Monday, June 21, 2021

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Raining Oceans of Tears

Raining Oceans of Tears

They can send a machine to Mars

But cannot repair a blade of grass

In nature’s backyard

And billions of tears spill into the oceans

Creating a cascading Tsunami of love

Gradually rolling in from a blue horizon

Is this the beginning of the next great flood from above?

The words that are left unsaid

Cannot be misread

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Promote Yourself Monday, June 14, 2021

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Throwback Friday, a Poem by W.B Yeats

A the moment, during another Lockdown situation, I have been reading a book of W.B Yeats poems, called “W. B. Yeats Selected Poems”, which is published by ‘Penguin Classics’ , and I have scanned this poem “Men Improve with the Years” from the book for you to enjoy too. A poem W. B. Yeats wrote in July 1916 …

Triton, Sea-diety of Semi-human form.

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Dark Rain Again

Like sloppy mud pies

Dark clouds smudge the sky

And hard rain again stings my eyes

A crying deluge floods the soggy plains

And the country has become a contagious drain

Clinging to my eyes and floating on yesterday’s pain

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Soundless

My dying dusk is falling out of bounds

Evening clouds are not making a sound

I cannot hear her moon shadows hit the ground

And I see the silent night being slowly drowned

Then my midnight queen, arises to be crowned

The Goddess of Light, and I am spellbound

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Yes, They Know!

Yesterday I sent a comment to Suzanne’s article [The Fork in the Road – Mapping uncertainty (wordpress.com)], and my words were basically the same as my poem below …
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Yes, They Know!

silently waiting

under our sacred Uluru

the ancient rock is ready to erupt

corporate bodies lie

governments lie

banks lie

religious leaders lie

and we the human race

blindly commit suicide

everyday we are damaging mother nature

the lifeblood of planet earth

greed is not a life giving seed

greed only makes the down trodden bleed

and continually queuing up for a feed

greed never listens

to our compassionate or humanitarian pleas

our dreams are being slowly strangled

by mysterious chemicals and noxious weeds

and we are drowning in mercury filled seas

you know what really “Bugs” me

that those despots, who own this stupid world

THEY KNOW

YES YOU KNOW AND I KNOW

THEY KNOW!

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021