Saved By the Bell

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https://godoggocafe.com/2020/06/16/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-tuesday-june-16-2020/

Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose around the word: “sirens”, and I’m afraid that this poem I wrote 4 hours ago, actually turned into reality for me me at noon today… Luckily I’m now back home from hospital and I’m ok…

 

Saved By The Bell

 

Within my dark maze

I could hear a loud siren

In my rigid daze

I am a rock, I am an island

 

Laying length-ways

Prone on the floor

A bang rang in my subconscious haze

And smashing through the door

 

They came to rescue me

Greeted by my teary gaze

I was vaguely all at sea

And unable to cry g’day

 

I had fallen off my cloud

Into a vacant water-well

Covered by a warm grey shroud

Oblivious to those sirens and bells

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2020

Keep Pushing

My crying eyes are smoke filled rivers

And I’ve a blackened heart that’s bruised

From pushing the dark sky away

 

My knees are aching cushions full of burnt splinters

And I’ve blackened hands that are trembling

From holding the dark sky at bay

 

My feet are crumbling foundations in an ashen world

And I’ve a blackened soul that’s injured

From embracing the dark sky everyday

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2020.

We Are Sour, But We Have the Power

Out of the blue ocean, into the black sea

We still appear wet behind our ears

And still burning bridges made out of ancient trees

Repeating the same old questions, while wearing our masks of tears

 

What about looking at nature’s dragonflies and bees?

How do they live in harmony without the fears?

We are the carriers of this corrupt disease

Ignoring our racist problems for too many years

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2020

Below, the lyrics to “Nina Cried Power” by Hozier, please read and sing along…..

“Nina Cried Power”
(feat. Mavis Staples)

[Hozier:]
It’s not the waking, it’s the rising
It is the grounding of a foot uncompromising
It’s not forgoing of the lie
It’s not the opening of eyes
It’s not the waking, it’s the risingIt’s not the shade, we should be past it
It’s the light, and it’s the obstacle that casts it
It’s the heat that drives the light
It’s the fire it ignites
It’s not the waking, it’s the rising

It’s not the song, it is the singing
It’s the heaven of a human spirit ringing
It is the bringing of the line
It is the bearing of the rhyme
It’s not the waking, it’s the rising

[Hozier & Mavis Staples:]
And I could cry power (Power), power (Power)
Power, Lord
Nina cried power
Billie cried power
Mavis cried power
And I could cry (Power) power, (Power) power
Hey, power
Curtis cried power
Patti cried power
Nina cried power

[Hozier:]
It’s not the wall, but what’s behind it
Oh, the fear of fellow man, it’s mere assignment
And everything that we’re denied
By keeping the divide
It’s not the waking, it’s the rising

[Hozier & Mavis Staples:]
And I could cry power (Power), power (Power)
Oh, power
Nina cried power
Lennon cried power
James Brown cried power
And I could cry (Power) power, (Power) power
Hey, power
B.B. cried power
Joni cried power
Nina cried power

[Mavis Staples:]
And I could cry power
Power has been cried by those stronger than me
Straight into the face that tells you
To rattle your chains if you love being free

[Hozier & Mavis Staples:]
But I could cry power (Power)
‘Cause power is my love when my love reaches to me
James Brown cried power
Seeger cried power
Marvin cried power
Yeah ah, power
James cried power
Lennon cried power
Patti cried power
Billie, power
Dylan, power
Woody, power
Nina cried power

Beneath The Shadows

 

At “Go Dog Go Cafe”, Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, June 2, 2020, Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose or poetry around the phrase: “on our knees”

 

Beneath The Shadows

 

We bow before you, Lord of Trees

On our knees, we beg for the bees

Please, do not cast your shadows too deep

Enable the sun to warm our plants feet

And let their flowers thrive in the breeze

So the busy bees can pollinate our seeds

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2020

Who’s The Saddest

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My smokey eyes have been faltering

Sad necessary tears have me wavering

Looking down the knife-edges

Balancing on red cliff-edges

.

How will the fog of darkness be lifted?

From angry souls that have drifted

Mirror, mirror, who’s the saddest

Mirror, mirror, where is forgiveness

.

The heart-breakers came around

Killing a black-rose on the ground

Deep down we all feel hollow

And none can see the peace-smoke halo

.

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Ivor Steven (c) June 2020

We Sing, and We Sing

Is there a song?

Between who is sad, and who is wrong

Beyond this prolonged swan song

 

How long, is too long?

Along these throngs of torch songs

Headstrong, and head-on

 

We know their theme song

We are all in the wrong

Oh. We, are the wrong

 

Listen to the birdsong

Listen to her lifelong song

Listen to nature humming along

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  May 2020.

“We, The Drowned”, Lyrics by Lisa Hannigan

We, the drowned
Hold our hollow hearted ground
Til we swallow ourselves down
AgainWe, the ashes,
We spend our days like matches
And burned ourselves as black as
The end.

 

We know not the fire in which we burn
But we sing and we sing
And the flames grow higher.
We read not the pages which we turn
But we sing, and we sing, and we sing, and we sing

We, the wrong,
We the sewn up and long gone,
Were before and all along
Like this

We, the drowned
The lost and found out,
We are all finished again.