Tag: Anti-war

Ask a Blade of Grass

Cassa Bassa. “It’s sad but reflecting a side of truth.
Ivor’s reply. “Despite humanity’s scientific advancements, their humanitarian skills are nonexistent”





Ask a Blade of Grass




Yesterday I looked up

At a grandfather clock

And saw the hands of time


Today I look above

At the gloomy clouds

And see beams of light

Appear through cracks in the sky


Tomorrow I will look down

At our war-torn ground

And ask a blade of grass

Why? Peace cannot be found

In our time






Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

Congregating Every Day

Hello dear readers and followers, this poem today is the first piece I have written for 3 weeks, after being unable to attempt any computer work because of my debilitating back pain. I’m afraid my back is still very sore, and this article has been put together via short sittings at my desk over the last 3 days. I think Derrick’s photos captured my imagination and stirred my tired mind to write something creative.

All Photographs, by Derrick Knight, and thank you once again for allowing me to reproduce your fabulous images here on my poetry site …
>> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/08/18/no-one-told-the-ponies/

And this is now our 39th poem/photograph collaboration, and a “Glossy Coffee-table” type book “Perceptions” is on the way, hopefully, available before Christmas.

No-one told the ponies



Congregating Every Day




There they patiently stand

Congregating every day

Outside the community shop

And the village letterbox


Most of them are posting

Food parcels to their equine relatives

Hungry and abandoned in the Ukraine


Others wait forlornly

For any news of encouragement

About the health and whereabouts

From their frightened families

Inside war-torn Ukraine


There they patiently stand

Congregating every day






Ivor Steven ©  August 2022

Ukraine is in Pain (a Limerick)

Not really a humourous Limerick, this one is quite melancholy, reflecting my back pain over these last few weeks …


Ukraine is in Pain (a Limerick)




There was an old poet in pain

Who had been struck down by hard rain

He felt thorns in his back

Like a missile attack

Misguided shrapnel from Ukraine






Ivor Steven (c) August 2022

The Last Living Rose




Give me shelter

From this daily war-zone

Throw me a blanket

Anything!

To protect my wilting petals


I am cold and lonely

I am tired and hungry

I am scared

Do not let me wither away

Help me


My brothers

The sunflowers

Are war torn too

Do not leave us

Please save us


Give me shelter

From this hard rain

Throw me your shadows

Anything!

To remove the thorns in my side


I am the last living rose

Do not forget me

Throw me an anchor

Anything!

To reground my ancient roots

Before I am blown away






Ivor Steven (c) June 2022

There Will Be An Answer

The Featured Image above was taken by Derrick Knight, and when I viewed his heartwarming photo of the foal peacefully sleeping on the grass, my mind was immediately inspired to write words, and after numerous attempts to create something worthy of Derrick’s beautiful photo, I eventually produced this poem “There Will Be An Answer” … and my poem is to be read by pretending that you are the “foal’s” thoughts … You may visit Derrick’s article by clicking on this Link >>
https://derrickjknight.com/2022/06/20/shadows-and-reflections/


There Will Be An Answer


All the world is green

Within my midday dream

Please, do not disturb me

Let me sleep, let me be

Let it be, let it be


I do not comprehend

Your unnatural trends

Of killing your neighbours

After kicking in their sacred doors


Do not listen to me

Hear the breeze among the trees

There, under nature’s ancient marquee

She wisely decrees

Live in harmony like the bees

Co-existence is free

Let it be, let it be






Ivor Steven (c) June 2022