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Here’s a poem I wrote 14 months ago, and strangely enough, the words are again very appropriate today…..

And today the warm midday winter sunshine, is a caressing light above my “Shangri La”.

Tell Humpty Dumpty

I’m feelin’ groovy

Rockin’

Without reeling

Like a soft shoe shuffle

Floating on air

Without a stumble

No crumbling or tumbling

Tell Humpty Dumpty

To hold the horses

And the kings soldiers

I’ve found my extra pieces

On the other side of the fence

I’ve fallen on my feet

Like a cat with nine lives

Lucky as a four leaf clover

Like a minstrel boy and his violin lover

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2020

Dusty photos hang on the walls

Where reality’s silhouette calls

Her spinning wheel, her smiles, and her soft hands

They were there first, where the hourglass stands

Now cobwebs grow between the frames and windows

Where nostalgia dwells on the lunar shadows

Ivor Steven June 2020

The Weekend Challenge, and the monthly colour challenge for JUNE, “Weekly Prompts” have chosen the colour Obsidian. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here…. and below is my response to the prompt…

Obsidian Eyes

Humans are in an anxious whirl

Unaware of nature’s harmonious world

Volcanic flames light up the skies

The blazing eclipse darkens angry eyes

Lava’s flowing as obsidian rivers

Black glass groans and shivers

Cold black-ice slips and slides

In a chasm of great white walls, either side

Sheer ugly mirrors of darkness

Reflecting societies obsidian blindness

Unfathomable statues arise

Like hives of frenetic fireflies

Ivor Steven (c)  May 2020

This is a poem I wrote for last year’s “National Reconciliation Week”…. and I’m pleased to re-post the words on my site again, during this important week….

Birds Of A Feather

to colour us all tanned

black or white

didn’t seem right

even a humorous sight

maybe blue and green

would’ve been a better blight

and I’ve been told orange

is a preferred skin tone

best we have more colours

I’ll go buy the paint drums

toss them together

shaken, not stirred

into one huge cocktail dish

and use a whale-hair paint brush

we’ll all be covered the same

a faded colour purple

like tarnished rain clouds

not too dark

not too proud

not too white

just bright enough

to see the light

I wonder what has changed since this song was recorded “50 Years” ago….. ??

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2020