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
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
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
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
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
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.
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
During our present horrific warring times, here is an appropriate old poem that I wrote many years ago
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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I am pleased and proud to announce that my poem, “Vultures Tell No Lies” is published in the Positive Words Magazine, March Issue, and thank you to the Editor, Sandra, for selecting my poem… For further information about this fabulous Australian magazine, visit their site via this link > https://positivewordsmagazine.wordpress.com/
Attached below, I have scanned the poems directly from my copy of the Magazine
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Please Mr Shootin’ Putin
Do not roll your tanks of destruction
Over the innocent Mr & Mrs Millipede
Millipedes were the earliest animals to breathe air
And make the move from water to land
They date back 428 million years
Now people of the world cannot hold back their tears
Did you know Mr Shootin’ Putin
That Millipedes are fairly timid critters
Docile decomposers that live in the leaf litter
Of forests all over the world!
They aren’t flashy or fast
And they follow the motto
“Slow and steady wins the race”
Millipedes are peaceful
They don’t bite
They can’t sting
And they don’t have pincers to fight back
Please Mr Shootin’ Putin
Do not roll your tanks of destruction
Over the innocence of creation
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Red Lilies Under Broken Ground”, 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/red-lilies-under-broken-ground/
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
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