My stomachs rumbling
Upset and tumbling
I’ve been swallowing lumps of dark chocolate
And guzzling black coffee from stained goblets
The grey smokey clouds of yesterday
Have stuck around like muddy brown clay
Has this captain midnight moved into stay?
Will charcoal pencils write about peace today?
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
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My smokey eyes have been faltering
Sad necessary tears have me wavering
Looking down the knife-edges
Balancing on red cliff-edges
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How will the fog of darkness be lifted?
From angry souls that have drifted
Mirror, mirror, who’s the saddest
Mirror, mirror, where is forgiveness
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The heart-breakers came around
Killing a black-rose on the ground
Deep down we all feel hollow
And none can see the peace-smoke halo
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Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
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 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.
Dear readers and followers, I hope you are safe and well,…. 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.
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. 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
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
Death is not our fault
Lets blame others for our shame
Scapegoats are great bait
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Please Note: The featured image above, is called ‘Four Birds’, by an Australian artist, Patsy Anguburra Lulpunda, at the Aboriginal Art Gallery
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Ivor Steven (c) May 2020.
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 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
