The muted day is ambling by
Grey clouds blowing in the sky
Banks of rain tears are flowing down
I’m sheltering under my iron crown
I wonder about today and tomorrow
When are we to reappear from our burrows
Winter approaches to cool the ground
Autumn colours are vanishing uncrowned
The super-bug remains lingering in the air
And Scientist are striving to snuffle this virus affair
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
My poem ‘You Cannot Shoot or Electrocute It’ is published at “The Lockdown Journal” and thank you to the editor Mona for accepting my poem….
You Cannot Shoot Or Electrocute It
And I hear the great white bear continue to lie
You cannot shoot it
Nor can you electrocute it
I cannot hear your bullets blazing
Nor can your bombs do the erasing
Your insincere words cannot stop it
Nor can your falsehoods hide it
I cannot see your pain and fears
Nor can I see your sympathetic tears
Your money keeps you safe in the ivory tower
But will your money send the people flowers
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
Bob Dylan, wrote these profound lyrics 50 years ago…
“All Along The Watchtower”
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This week’s Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts, is the word WARY. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . Below is my poem about being ‘Wary’
You Cannot Shoot Or Electrocute It
I see grey clouds drifting across the sky
And I hear the great white bear continue to lie
You cannot shoot it
Nor can you electrocute it
I cannot hear your bullets blazing
Nor can your bombs do the erasing
Your insincere words cannot stop it
I’m wary of your falsehoods, that hide it
I cannot see your pain and fears
Nor can I see your sympathetic tears
Your money keeps you safe in the ivory tower
But will your money send the people flowers
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
Bob Dylan, wrote these profound lyrics 50 years ago…
“All Along The Watchtower”
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
This afternoon I had the glorious pleasure of being presented with gorgeous gift from a lovely client. In these tough times of turmoil and tragedy, today was an uplifting moment for me, when I was given a framed card of appreciation, that truly warmed my heart and deeply touched my soul.
A Card For the Plumber/Poet: A Senyru*
Gifts from my client
Thoughtfully sincere and kind
Treasured by my heart
*A Senryu, the same format as a Haiku, and it portrays the characteristics of human beings and psychology of the human mind.
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
The virus is not discriminatory
Between the rich and the poor
The virus is obviously colourblind
Viciously greedy and unkind
Why then, are stock markets still open
Greed, profiteering from air and ocean
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
Yesterday was warm and sunny
But the streets and parks were empty
And I casually walked my path quietly
When last night anxieties faded, I slept soundly
This morning is chilly and cloudy
But I’m here to visit the new day loudly
I’ll listen to the birds singing proudly
And I’ll see the busy ants dancing wildly
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
I found a purple rock
Under the big purple clock
The purple rock was quietly listening
To the purple sounds of whispering
Hordes of purple voices reverberating
Within the purple shadows of distancing
Unexpectedly the purple rock began crumbling
Into a dusty purple mist, now malingering
And quickly the purple cloud started raining
Spreading purple over those outsiders witnessing
Eventually after years of purple transitioning
The purple bad-seeds flowered after reconditioning
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
A poem for Gina, a hard working angel at the hospital. Last night my dreams echoed her kindness….And a big thank you to everyone working in the health care system.
Her Kindness
I can hear storm clouds rumbling
But I cannot hear the darkness
I can see a tired sun fading
But I cannot see the gloominess
I can say help those who are crying
But I cannot say I am fearless
But I will not sit and be silent
My hands ring the bells of kindness
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
Hello dear readers and followers, Over the last few days, I’ve been arduously preparing and typing madly, to produce my Sixteenth Tullawalla Poetry Booklet….. and this time, because of the “virus” lock-down situation, I’ve had been able to compile the booklet at my leisure…. 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 organisation, 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. Fantastic news this week, with a few more donations coming in lately, I’m proud to announce, that the sale of my “Tullawalla Booklets”, has now gone pass $1200.00, … to all the lovely readers, who have donated, to help achieve such a wonderful amount, a big heartfelt thank you, from “us” and the MS Society … …..Amazingly, there is now a total of “653 poems”, in my collection of 16 Tullawalla Booklets. Anyhow the booklet this finally completed, and ready for sale now !! 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: “Decades of Storms”, …. And here is the link to my website >> ivors20.wordpress.com
Below, is the Preface, and the poem ‘Decades of Storms’
Below, two more of my favourite poems from the booklet, and I’m very excited about the harmony of this soulful collection.
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
The challenge for the “Weekly Prompts” is DAILY DIARY. Please go over and visit their fabulous by clicking >> HERE. On my post here today I’m presenting a journal/collection of a few interesting photos I’ve taken over the previous weeks before the “virus” lock-down started last weekend…
Above in feature image, is the poetry book I’m rereading, written a fellow Worldpress friend, Colleen Brown, and on the right in image, is one my favourite poems from her book.
Outside my local bookshop “The Book Bird”, they have a display board with a different “Birdie” quote each week as depicted in the 5 photos below …..
Whoops: A foreign one….
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
