When Do They Play

For all the wrongfully incarcerated children around the world, what sort of humans have we become to allow such heart-wrenching home-wreaking, that will undoubtably cause permanent damage to the innocent children. “There can be no keener revelation of a society’s soul than the way in which it treat its children.” – Nelson Mandela.

When Do They Play

 

Our emotions are boiling on high

Lowly governments are hiding like spies

When do the children play

Where do their Moms and Dads stay

Why should we have to pray

This is not our humane way

Promised tomorrows should be theirs today

Please, when do the children play

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

When Do They Play

For all the wrongfully incarcerated children around the world, what sort of humans have we become to allow such heart-wrenching home-wreaking, that will undoubtably cause permanent damage to the innocent children.

When Do They Play

 

Our emotions are boiling on high

Lowly governments are hiding like spies

When do the children play

Where do their Moms and Dads stay

Why should we have to pray

This is not our humane way

Promised tomorrows should be theirs today

Please, when do the children play

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

The Ship Song

There’s not a lot more I can say about this classic song, “The Ship Song”, by Nick Cave, and a special video clip for you all to enjoy. The Ship Song Project – Sydney Opera House reinterprets Nick Cave’s iconic song. Performed by Neil Finn, Kev Carmody and The Australian Ballet, Sarah Blasko, John Bell, Angus and Julia Stone, Paul Kelly and Bangarra Dance Theatre, Teddy Tahu Rhodes and Opera Australia, Martha Wainwright, Katie Noonan and The Sydney Symphony, The Temper Trap, Daniel Johns and the Australian Chamber Orchestra.

Nick Cave

The Ship Song lyrics

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

We Are Not Worthy, Nor Grand

The Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 23

 

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What message just for you
is hidden in this ancient writing?

We Are Not Worthy Nor Grand

 

The Time-travelers have been and gone

Transcending the stars and beyond

Leaving us the message carved in stone

Obvious warnings, pointing the bone

“You are not worthy, nor grand

to care for Mother Earth’s beautiful land”

Decrying our human-kinds faults

Locking our world’s children in vaults

Poisoning our plants, rivers, and seas

Contaminating the air we breathe

Burning our forests

Vehicle fumes

Nuclear bombs

Rulers greed

Before we even feed

Our fellow-man

Slaughter upon slaughter

Like we’re lambs

Guns and bullets

Millions for every bloody stand

Like dead seeds in our hands

Not giving life, only death and sand

We are not worthy, nor grand

It’s time, to make a stand

Who’s going to lead our band

 

“It’s Time”,  https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/07/25/its-time/

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

Foreign World

Weekly Word Prompts. Frustrating

 

I’m stuck inside this shabby carapace.

Wondering if I’ll ever be able to about-face.

To eye the open foreign world.

Now I’m without my girl.

 

Maybe I’ll try to escape this weary place.

Discovering if I’m able to find lost grace.

To wander the harvest field.

Now I see beyond the shield.

Rid The shackles of my broken heart.

Return to reality, and apply for a restart.

 

Free to walk past the tardy bar stools.

And fly with all the other old fools.

Free to avoid those prying ghouls.

And paddle in all of life’s little pools.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Tit Bits #12

The sun shone between me and oblivion

Blinding my way to the horizon

I let my fading moon call on Poseidon

We bravely fought our wars

Now I’m an old soldier out of uniform

Love has wounded and scarred me

I’ve no battle hat for my head

Only an empty camp bed

The nights are cold

I do turn bold

No caresses to hold

Nor unfold

There’s always something to find

Out there in nothing

Appearing to be nothing

Out there waiting to be found

I’ll keep dancing to the beat

Happy I’m still on my feet

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Hot Like An Oven

Photo Challenge-Heat-Wave

This Weeks Photo Prompt is Heat-wave.

It was hard for me here in Geelong, we’re experiencing a winters cold spell and zero temperatures, so the closest I could get to a heat-wave was my stupid electric oven, with its faulty thermostat, and the oven just gets hotter and hotter, as the temperature setting doesn’t work at all, and everything in the oven gets burnt to a crisp, as the temperature keeps rising and rising !!

Below a hot heat-wave photo from years ago

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All The World is Green

Here’s a great love song from the Master of Lyrics, Tom Waites. and a visually artistic video to enhance his glorious words

“All The World Is Green”

I fell into the ocean

When you became my wife

I risked it all against the sea

To have a better life

Marie you’re the wild blue sky

And men do foolish things

You turn kings into beggars

And beggars into kings

Pretend that you owe me nothing

And all the world is green

We can bring back the old days again

And all the world is green

The face forgives the mirror

The worm forgives the plow

The questions begs the answer

Can you forgive me somehow?

Maybe when our story’s over

We’ll go where it’s always spring

The band is playing our song again

And all the world is green

Pretend that you owe me nothing

And all the world is green

We can bring back the old days again

And all the world is green

The moon is yellow silver

Oh, the things that summer brings

It’s a love you’d kill for

And all the world is green

He is balancing a diamond

On a blade of grass

The dew will settle on our graves

When all the world is green

From <https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/tomwaits/alltheworldisgreen.html>

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

This Fence

The Sandbox Writing Challenge 22 — Vulnerable

Posted by calensariel . https://promptlings.wordpress.com/2018/06/25/out-of-control/

I wrote this poem at the most Vulnerable time in my life, I was recovering from a semi serious Stroke, at a time when I was still caring for my very disabled wife, suffering from severe MS, and I was wondering how could I continue on with my life. Well, I suppose I survived, as here I am, telling my story.

This Fence

I am quickly nearing this fence.
An obstacle of a lifetime I see.
And from my side of this fence,
The hurdle is too high for me.
And on the other side of this fence,
There seems nowhere to land or flee.

I have arrived at this fence,
Above the pickets, just grey sky.
And on my side of this fence,
The grass is brown and dry.
On the other side of this fence,
The grass is green, but still I cry.
How am I to clear this fence,
There seems nowhere to go, or get by.

This fence, all built of stones,
Breaks my spirit, and all my bones.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Memory Rain

I’ve made a few little changes to this poem, I originally posted August 24th 2017, I think my updated version added some softness to my poem.

 

Every time I opened our photo album

I saw her personal emblem

Every time I turned about-face

I felt pain and soft rain again

Every time I switched on the screen

I waited for a different dream

Every time I tried another channel

I cried during the battle

Every time I played another sad tune

I sang until the next full moon

Every time I walked out the back door

My head would be in the clouds

Every time I looked up to heaven

My angel stood waiting at the gate

I’d see the rain on her face

I’d feel the memory rain again.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018