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.

Promote Yourself Monday, June 1, 2020

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Obsidian Eyes

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

Opening a Can of Flammable Worms

 

 

Opening a Can of Flammable Worms. A ‘Gogyohka’

 

Anger ignites smoldering flames

A white-man’s racist hatred to blame

The volatile reaction follows

Requiring a King’s pacifying halo

Not a cane, you stupid man

 

Gogyohka, (pronounced go-gee-yoh–kuh), was created by Enta Kusakabe in Japan. It is a “five-line poem” or “song” with no no fixed syllable pattern. It can be written on any subject and use of ordinary, simple language is encouraged. 

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  May 2020

Birds of a Feather

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

Back Home

What a difference

Twenty four hours makes

I’m back, on this other side

Of the world

I woke up dreaming

In the southern hemisphere

Feeling inside out

And upside down

I’ve gone from a warm evening

To a freezing morning

I’ve travelled in time

And I’m struggling to find my rhyme

I left my new family behind

All so generous and kind

There’s many stories to be written

About that friendly new kitchen

Now I’m having breakfast alone

But here I am, home sweet home

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

It’s Time To Leave

 

 

It’s Time To Leave

 

It’s time to tidy up my mess

Clean up the room and get dressed

It’s time to pack my suitcase

Fill the travel bag and vacate this place

It’s time to put on my famous rocker shoes

And walk away from this dream come true

It’s time to say heartfelt goodbyes

To these wonderful Philadelphia guys

It’s time for final hugs and kisses

Sad farewells and best wishes

It’s time for my usual emotional tears

Separate myself from these every day cheers

It’s time to flyaway from a land of Dragons and fairies

Leave this magical world of faraway families

It’s time to say a million thank you’s

For making my stay a Really Real great do

It’s time for me to travel back home

With glorious memories of this mystical thunderdome

 

Ivor Steven (c)  May 2019

Promote Yourself Monday, May 25, 2020

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