Lost and isolated, without a compass
Below the dome of justice
Inside the great white shed
Behind faceless masks of dread
Hides a secret constitution misread
And under fire the penguin wears two heads
The curtain of the sacred temple
Has been torn down the middle
A shredded divide, created by design
The devils’ chasm, now cleverly enshrined
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
I posted this poem yesterday evening, I’m republishing today, without the ‘Links/Pingbacks’… and I’m adding another old ‘Bee Gees’ song “Words”, which seems to be appropriate for my poem here, which basically, is only ‘words’ from my pondering thoughts.
Our World, Air For Us All
What grows up
Eternally falls to ground
What’s absorbed in
Eventually seeps out
Did you hear the sound?
The world is round
But is the universe a square?
As we struggle to breathe in our share
Did you hear there’s enough air for us all?
So why cry before we’ve learnt how to crawl?
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
Above, my bedroom space this morning….I’m also linking this poem to “Fae Corps Inc” for their ‘Indie Wednesday’ article, and you may visit their creative site by clicking >Here
Lost In Space
I’m leaving this land of lost grace
And flying off into space
It’s time to run-away
My airship left yesterday
Love is a stowaway in the heart
And love needs a head start
Somewhere in this universe
There’s love in the shepherd’s purse
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
“There’s sweetness in the winter sunlight” … Ivor Steven
This weekend the challenge on Weekly Prompts is; Dessert. …..Please go over and visit their fabulous site, by clicking >>Here. My poem below is about the sweetness of waking up, after a moment of darkness, and the sudden realisation, that I’m still alive.. !!
Hills and Valleys
Far beyond the maddening crowds
Falling through the darkening clouds
My sacred message did arrive
And the neon sign said, “You’re safe and alive”
Again, I managed to survive
As my celestial angel glided by
Glowing upon the gilded wings of her dove
And loudly singing, she cried, “Don’t give up, my love”
Soaring above, she left me a feather
A quill to use, during my valley of rough weather
Her gentle persuasive reminder
To keep on writing, my own agenda
Life does matter, despite the hill’s jumbled mess
And there will be a deliverance from this jungle of stress
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
Walking this burning deck
Life’s becoming a pain in the neck
Where’s that healing pill
A wellness, instead of this daily swill
Dribbling out of the great white one
Carrying on like a piece of dung
Crazy statements like, “Drink Dettol”
Spewing from his cake-hole
And stupidly, “You loot, we’ll shoot”
Sickly crap off his swanky boots
With a raised Bible in hand
A crooked lightning bolt struck our land
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
https://godoggocafe.com/2020/06/16/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-tuesday-june-16-2020/
Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose around the word: “sirens”, and I’m afraid that this poem I wrote 4 hours ago, actually turned into reality for me me at noon today… Luckily I’m now back home from hospital and I’m ok…
Saved By The Bell
Within my dark maze
I could hear a loud siren
In my rigid daze
I am a rock, I am an island
Laying length-ways
Prone on the floor
A bang rang in my subconscious haze
And smashing through the door
They came to rescue me
Greeted by my teary gaze
I was vaguely all at sea
And unable to cry g’day
I had fallen off my cloud
Into a vacant water-well
Covered by a warm grey shroud
Oblivious to those sirens and bells
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
Posing for a passport photo that day
With her usual big smile on display
We were planning to soon travel away
But the visa never got to feel the ocean spray
And no rubber stamps under foreign archways
Maybe at the gates, heaven endorsed her stay
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
After the cold winter blizzard
There appeared the Snow-lord wizard
Upon a frozen moment in time
Atop icy alpine trees standing in line
Guarding the pure white mountains of rhyme
Home to the forest fairy’s sacred shrine
Their crystal palace above cloud nine
Where divine echos of prayers are in decline
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
My crying eyes are smoke filled rivers
And I’ve a blackened heart that’s bruised
From pushing the dark sky away
My knees are aching cushions full of burnt splinters
And I’ve blackened hands that are trembling
From holding the dark sky at bay
My feet are crumbling foundations in an ashen world
And I’ve a blackened soul that’s injured
From embracing the dark sky everyday
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020.
Out of the blue ocean, into the black sea
We still appear wet behind our ears
And still burning bridges made out of ancient trees
Repeating the same old questions, while wearing our masks of tears
What about looking at nature’s dragonflies and bees?
How do they live in harmony without the fears?
We are the carriers of this corrupt disease
Ignoring our racist problems for too many years
Ivor Steven (c) June 2020
Below, the lyrics to “Nina Cried Power” by Hozier, please read and sing along…..
“Nina Cried Power”
(feat. Mavis Staples)
It’s not the song, it is the singing
It’s the heaven of a human spirit ringing
It is the bringing of the line
It is the bearing of the rhyme
It’s not the waking, it’s the rising
[Hozier & Mavis Staples:]
And I could cry power (Power), power (Power)
Power, Lord
Nina cried power
Billie cried power
Mavis cried power
And I could cry (Power) power, (Power) power
Hey, power
Curtis cried power
Patti cried power
Nina cried power
[Hozier:]
It’s not the wall, but what’s behind it
Oh, the fear of fellow man, it’s mere assignment
And everything that we’re denied
By keeping the divide
It’s not the waking, it’s the rising
[Hozier & Mavis Staples:]
And I could cry power (Power), power (Power)
Oh, power
Nina cried power
Lennon cried power
James Brown cried power
And I could cry (Power) power, (Power) power
Hey, power
B.B. cried power
Joni cried power
Nina cried power
[Mavis Staples:]
And I could cry power
Power has been cried by those stronger than me
Straight into the face that tells you
To rattle your chains if you love being free
[Hozier & Mavis Staples:]
But I could cry power (Power)
‘Cause power is my love when my love reaches to me
James Brown cried power
Seeger cried power
Marvin cried power
Yeah ah, power
James cried power
Lennon cried power
Patti cried power
Billie, power
Dylan, power
Woody, power
Nina cried power
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 