Enough To Fill A Fire Bucket

How deep is your ocean ?

Are your tears drowning in the Red Sea ?

Is that black keyboard able to swim ?

Will your wet-suit protect you from the frozen lake ?

How long before your aqueducts run dry ?

 

Have you someone, to repair your heart’s broken levees ?

Are you able to withstand the crushing waves ?

Will those floodwaters ever stop ?

Has the smouldering really been doused ?

Were your love ones ashes, washed away today ?

 

Is this the story of life, for you ?

Then, ring-out the moisture, from your leftover soul

Fill the fire buckets, with raindrops of sorrow

Let us join the human-chain, and throw water on the flames

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Nov 2019

The Gift

Greed is a hearts bad seed

Encouraging an unnatural need

‘Twas my psyches, unrequited branch

That I left at the devils ranch

 

Now, there’s no more regrets for me

I’m almost home, I’m almost free

Tomorrow I’ll climb, another tree

 

With the gift of nature, we flew, we dared

And life’s promises and dreams, went undeclared

Upon her final Autumn, a tapestry of golden threads

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Nov 2019

 

Promote Yourself Monday, November 18, 2019

Hello dear readers, here’s a wonderful opportunity for you to post a piece of your own work, here on Go Dog Go Cafe’s fabulous initiative, of Promote Yourself Monday’s, come and join us today, and have happy Monday….. If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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Above the Flames

Mother nature has decided

Humans!

You’ve been given eons of time

Humans!

You’ve had the torch, but failed to see the light

 

Our Mother

Is rekindling her furnace

She’s back-burning her own forests

Projecting black smoke signals

Obvious messages, to feel, hear and see

 

Yes Father

Where there is smoke, there is fire

She’s furious, and our planet’s ablaze

 

Sisters And Brothers

Feel her scorching heat

Blistering your waltzing feet

Hear her cracking explosions

Bursting your deafened eardrums

See her soaring flames

Blinding your greedy eyes

 

Humans!

There’s no point, looking up to the sky

Seeking your saviour in heaven

You’re not in charge

Abandon your selfish barge

 

Our Mother

Controls your clouds and rain

It’s time to show her Kindness, and end your pain

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Nov 2019

Glass Slippers and a Yellow Taxi

Last night, I misplaced my glass slippers

When the golden chariot, turned into a yellow taxi

And I had no faerie godmother to guide me

She was riding her whale, and had drifted out to sea

 

My recital evening, wandered through crystal glee

Recalling live music, and chalices of cheer

The singer Tennyson, finished and noticed me

After a warm handshake, we talked about being free

And discovered, we mutually liked the band ‘Dirty Three’

Then I exchanged, a Tullawalla poetry booklet, for his CD

 

Thank you to Tennyson King and his bass guitarist James, for giving of their time, and being genuinely friendly. During our conversation, I found out he’s a Canadian, from Toronto, on a 3 month tour of Australia.

 

And below a song from ‘Dirty Three’, that maybe I’ve not posted here before…

Ivor Steven (c)  Nov 2019

Wind and Fire

Surrounded by glowing lioness eyes, our planet spins

An orb of soil, oceans and wild winds

We breathe, the air from her magical trees

Consume food, pollinated by her busy bees

Then the ground is watered by our sky’s spasmodic rains

Requiring the hot sun to grow our grains

 

However earth’s perennial droughts, advance beyond our care

Leaving trees and pastures, vulnerably dry and threadbare

Thor’s furious thunder clouds, swiftly flash and glare

Forest fires explode, abruptly becoming our worst nightmares

Fiercely eyeing, fauna and farms, not to be spared

There’s no mercy, from mother-nature’s open warfare

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Nov 2019