The leaves Are Red: A Haiku
A red leaf did fall
Warm autumn sun, struck and ran
Clouds darkened the ground
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
Promote Yourself Monday, April 27, 2020
Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site….
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link 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.
Shangri La, (this is a replay)
I personally like this poem, so I am presenting the piece again for you to read…
Shangri La
I’m not on a desolate island
My head is not buried in the sand
And I am not going crazy
You might be crazier than me
Because I saw you reading about
How to fly overseas
I used to be the sanest
Old man in town
You could always find me
On top of Mount Everest
Now I’m locked away
In between my two ears
Playing one handed ping pong
In between crowd-less cheers
Listening to musical ding dong
In between my poetry and beers
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020.
Shangri La
On “Weekly Prompts” the word: Desolate, is the weekend challenge. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE… Below is my response to the their prompt.
Shangri La
I’m not on a desolate island
My head is not buried in the sand
And I am not going crazy
You might be crazier than me
Because I saw you reading about
How to fly overseas
I used to be the sanest
Old man in town
You could always find me
On top of Mount Everest
Now I’m locked away
In between my two ears
Playing one handed ping pong
In between crowd-less cheers
Listening to musical ding dong
In between my poetry and beers
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
There’s A Kink In My Stairway
The battle never seems to end
As the fight continues to ascend
Life’s journey is full of lumpy meals
Like bitter and sweet lemon peels
Under the crusty topsoil
Ancient Earth is on the boil
Spewing out contagious oils
Being spread by lowly hydrofoils
The world’s on pause and in turmoil
Needing a big dose of Castor Oil
A friend calls, in-between the bedlam
Hello, I welcome, your welcome
We wish each other a chirpy day
I’m smiling and happily humming away
My music’s playing, volumes on seven
A ninth replay of ‘Stairways To Heaven’
I’m teary and starting to over-think
Must be time for the ‘Kinks’, and my next drink
Ivor Stewven (c) April 2020
Us Robots
This Haiku was originally was written as a response to Brandi’s poem “Robots”, click on the link here >> https://couchtalksblog.wordpress.com/2020/04/23/robots/ , but alas there wasn’t a comment box with her article, so I’m presenting the Haiku here.
Us Robots, A Haiku
Us rusty humans
Need fresh air and oiling cans
Not more robot men
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
Primavera, Lyrics by Santana
Spring
Rain of sun
as a blessing
Life is reborn with its light
spring is here
all is like this
back to the root
time of unquiet youth
in spring already.
The black earth becomes green
and the mountains and the desert,
A beautiful garden.
As the seed
brings new life
there’s in this spring, a new era.
In the air of this new universe
today there is freedom
in spring already.
The black earth becomes green
and the mountains and the desert,
A beautiful garden.
As the seed
brings new life
there’s in this spring, a new era.
Us Robots
This Haiku was originally was written as a response to Brandi’s poem “Robots”, click on the link here >> https://couchtalksblog.wordpress.com/2020/04/23/robots/ , but alas there wasn’t a comment box with her article, so I’m presenting the Haiku here.
Us Robots, A Haiku
Us rusty humans
Need fresh air and oiling cans
Not more robot men
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
Primavera, Lyrics by Santana
Spring
Rain of sun
as a blessing
Life is reborn with its light
spring is here
all is like this
back to the root
time of unquiet youth
in spring already.
The black earth becomes green
and the mountains and the desert,
A beautiful garden.
As the seed
brings new life
there’s in this spring, a new era.
In the air of this new universe
today there is freedom
in spring already.
The black earth becomes green
and the mountains and the desert,
A beautiful garden.
As the seed
brings new life
there’s in this spring, a new era.
The Sun Arose Again
There must be a number of silent masks around
Yesterday an old mask flew away at the speed of sound
From behind, the real pieces of what we perceive
Are leftover bones, bleached by sky and sea
Where the worn pebbles lingering in the hand
Fall gently upon lines drawn in the sand
And these new beginnings could be a heavenly gift
As white doves soar above the mourning cliffs
Perhaps the next awakening will be a peaceful one
Full of friendly compassion and wisdom
I’m lucky today, the sun arose again
To light up the hallway, despite the rain
I’ll be the first one to walk out the door
And the only one left here, to see her valour
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
Screaming From the Hills
For this week’s Wednesday Challenge from “Weekly Prompts” they’ve chosen the word: HABITS… Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE…Below is my response to their prompt…. again my poem has taken an abstract look at one of my old habits….
Screaming From the Hills
Time for the car and I to leave the garage
And drive to the old mountain range
Many years have passed and been spun around
Since I stood atop that ancient mound
And cleared my lungs from inside the clouds
Yelling hallowed words to distant crowds
I’d listen for the valley to answer so loud
A thousand voices echoing so proud
Me, with my cheeky grin, commanding the world
To hear those profound words that I had hurled
If not to the world, then to all within range
As I screamed. “Peace and love are not estranged”
But was I only a foolish dreamer on a hill
Rewriting and rebounding old habits from my quill
Featured Image Above: A photo of the low-lying mountain range, the ‘You Yangs’ which are only 20mins from my home… https://www.tripadvisor.com.au/Attraction_Review-g255098-d627257-Reviews-You_Yangs_Regional_Park-Victoria.html
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
Positive Ions
Our power soars into the sky
Cosmic blue lines surge on high
Catching clouds of positive ions
From around the world’s tiny Zine’s
Distance communities of the artistic clans
A gathering of writers, painters and bands
Under our umbrella of internet hands
One global commonwealth of man
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
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