Under Burnt Fields

Under Burnt Fields

 

To the east, across the bay

The horizon is a smokey haze

To the west, across the plains

The paddocks have been smokey for days

I gaze up, towards the sun

The sky is a smokey grey

 

Beyond the horizon, there’s our Tasman Sea

Under the burnt fields, there awaits the seeds

Above the smokey clouds, there is a blue sky

 

I know the moon will bring the tide in again

I know the oceans will eventually produce rain

I know this living hell cannot last forever

I know this to be a message from mother nature

 

Do they hear her chasms crying

Do they understand! Stop the lying

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020

fire updates

Thank you for these heartfelt updates Kate

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Here are a few points on what is happening over the last five days

On NY eve alone … seven lives were lost! …. 381 more homes gone!!

one eleven year old led his family to safety;

a dummy sucking child accepted his father’s bravery medal … fire fighting dad is gone;

one elderly neighbour picked up two families from his local caravan park as he watched his home of 50 years burn … he managed to pack 17 people and two dogs into a six person dinghy and get them into the safety of the water;

navy evacuated a thousand people from beach resort areas as roads are not usable.

Survivorship guilt is already strong when some homes survive and others are left with nothing

Today is expected to be the worst yet … many were evacuated the elderly are choosing to stay and one refugee family is staying…

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Waiting

A big thank you to Kate of  “CalmKate” for inspiring me, and rekindling a poem I was working on last week, please visit her forthright article, “fires ignite justice” by clicking >>Here

Waiting

 

The earth is waiting

Sick of human’s, and their time wasting

 

Waiting for their promised cheers

Waiting for less destructive years

Will they give her resolutions of better times?

Will they read, Thor’s neon signs

Will they notice, a smoke covered sun?

Will they be able to breath the air, as a united one?

 

The earth cannot watch, nor wait

While human’s feed their own greedy plate

 

Why are they celebrating?

Like blind fools, that are always pretending

As if nothing is going wrong

Can’t they hear the whales crying songs?

Can’t they see the polar caps are melting?

Can’t they taste the venom of government’s lying?

 

In the following video/song, if you could metaphorically place earth and human’s between the lyrics, you might understand why I chose this song by Damien Rice..

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020

 

 

Something New

The First Challenge of 2020 is Something New

From today the Word Prompts and Photo Challenges will cease to be separate. They have merged the twice-weekly challenges and given each of them the new combined title of Word/Photo Challenge. Please go visit their exciting new Format, by clicking on .>>HERE

Something New

 

I’m at that age, I don’t need material things

Too old for men’s fashion earrings

No more swanky clothes or fancy shoes

And I don’t like trendy blue and red tattoos

I’m now alone, and live a simple life

You could balance my belongs on a kitchen knife

These days I store myself in a computer cloud

Photos, music and my poems, of which I’m proud

 

Today’s six days after Christmas

But I’m still expecting undelivered business

An annual package from Philadelphia

That’s probably been misplaced by festive hysteria

Then I spot a parcel in the letterbox

Which I excitedly unwrap,, a glorious card and socks

Not just plain socks, but a sporty printed pair

Teary, I read the card, and my heart yearns to be there

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020

Tullawalla #14

Tullawalla, Climb Each Stair

Hello dear readers and followers, again I’ve been arduously  preparing and typing, to produce my Fourteenth Tullawalla Poetry Booklet….. For new readers that don’t know about these booklets, they are basically the reason why I write poetry. I produce the booklets for the sole purpose of raising funds for my favourite charity organization, the MS Society, in Australia via the MS Charity Shop here in Geelong. And actually all money’s I receive for any of my poetry submissions, I also donate to the MS Society…..Amazingly, there is a total of “573 poems”, in my collection of 14 Tullawalla Booklets. Anyhow the booklet is finally completed, and ready for the New Year, 2020 !!  As always, they are available for purchase, either as a hard copy or a PDF format….. All proceeds go to the MS Charity Shop, here in Geelong West….. Please contact me here through my web site page and I can chat about arrangements from there…. Oh, the booklet is called “Tullawalla:  Climbing Each Stair”, and coincidently, one of my poems in the booklet “Time Needs No Command” was published by Geelong Writers Inc. on their blog site today!!  Click on this link >>  https://www.geelongwriters.org.au/paid-member-writing-features/time-needs-no-command/                    …. And here is the link to my website >> ivors20.wordpress.com

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Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 1st 2020

A Poet’s Postcard

A Poet’s Postcard

 

Dragonfly wings are open wide

Guarding greenery under her sky

Shading this wilderness courtyard

The old poet’s postcard

Full of eternal daydreams

Nurtured upon a flowerbed’s requiem

Now an empty ballroom’s finale dance

Melpomene’s* everlasting romance

 

*Melpomene, is the daughter of Zeus and Mnemosyne, initially the Muse of Chorus, she then became the Muse of Tragedy, for which she is best known now.

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Dec 2019