Breakfast Tea, Lemon And Ginger

Today’s dawn is crisp and foggy

A gentle chilly breeze tingles my skin’s awakening

The cold air’s magically refreshing

As I sit here under my verandah

Protected from the cool settling dew droplets

Wetting every piece of exposed ground

Moisturising my garden’s fernery

Greenery leaves glossy and glowing

I sense my cheeks are warmly blushing

Feeling filtered rays of morning sunshine

Welcoming me to another enriching new-day

 

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Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Burnt By The Cross

A big thank you to Walt Page for the inspiration to write this poem, please go over and visit Walt, and read his poem on this disturbing topic >> Click >>  Here

 

Oh, Children

I’m deeply saddened

Your innocence lost

Burnt by the cross

You’re not to blame

For this baptism of shame

By the priests dirty games

Filthy rapists by any other name

Piously veiled by higher Cloth

The Lord’s words, written off

Hidden up darkened sleeves

I cannot see, I no longer believe

On a prayer and a song

The church is doing wrong

Lullaby Lyrics – Leonard Cohen

Sleep baby sleep,
The days on the run
The wind in the trees is talking in tones
LullabyIf your heart is torn
I don’t wonder why
If the night is gone
Is my lover there
Is my lover thereWell the mouse eats the crumb,
Then the cat eats the crumb.
Now they’ve fallen in love,
Then they’re talking in tones

If your heart is torn
I don’t wonder why
If the night is gone
Is my lover there
Is my lover there

Sleep baby sleep,
There’s the morning to come,
The winds in the trees,
They’re talking in tones

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Against the Next War, The Next Hell

Against the Next War

Hello dear Readers, I’m presenting this important poem written by, Sarah, of Fresh Hell Poetry, for you all to read.  An absolutely outstanding piece of poetry, definitely one of the best anti-war poems I’ve ever read. 

In response to CafePhilos’s call to make peace viral. A noble effort, and worth a try. Please give his post a read.

“Trying to do a slam-style poem. I really hope the audio turned out OK on this. Apologies if it’s too quiet, I’m still figuring out how to make videos.” – Fresh Hell

 


 

Don’t Feed Them

 

If I imagine them
Taking my brother away to war

I shatter.

I don’t want to lose anyone.
Especially not to something as stupid
As war.

Maybe you like the idea of war
Because you’ve confused real life with action movies.
Maybe you hate another group of people for what they have done.
I can’t convince you to forgive another’s atrocities
That is something you must grow into on your own.
But I can beg you this:

When dogs of war bark
Don’t feed them.
You will be told it is the honorable thing
To die for your country.
You will be told you have enemies abroad
Monsters in human flesh.
But the monsters are in your back yard
Baying for blood.
Don’t
feed
them.
You will be told
That if you love your family
You will abandon it
And submit yourself to the state.
Give up your mind, body, and soul
To be consumed.
Don’t feed them.
You will be called weak
You will be called subversive
You will be stamped
Kicked
Drowned
Thrown into jail
Dumped in the gutter.
Still,
don’t feed them.
They will scream about the chaos
Unleashed in the world
They will plead for your aid
They will put weeping women before you
They will show you the bodies of children
They will appeal to your humanity.
But if you join them
You become the monster.
You will rape the women
You will bomb the children
You will force them all into the machines.
Don’t feed them.
They offer you money
Insurance for your families
Early retirement.
Ask your wife how she feels
When you go abroad.
She may smile then, proud and supportive,
But when she gets the letter,
Insurance will be a cold comfort
A reminder
That her loved one was eaten alive.
Don’t feed them.
The politicians get fatter.
The generals get fatter.
Our fearless leaders
Have little to lose.
What is noble
About sacrificing yourself for these people?
Are they so wise, so just?
They have enough.
Don’t feed them.

  • Written by Sarah, of Fresh Hell.

 

A Poem About Me

Share your poem with me!                                                                                                 Written By Gina, of Singledust

“Last week in my feature at the Go Dog Go Cafe I put out a call to write a poem to introduce yourself. the idea was formed from a spoken word poetry meet I attended. 

If it inspires you to write one, Pingback to here or my Come Sit With Me post and I will feature it this week at the Cafe! 

No word limit but….you know what I mean!

I would really like to read who you are in your own words!

 

Here’s my poem, about me, Ivor.

About Me, And My Links  <<< Click Here For Gina’s Post.

How to write a poem about me

The boy who lives by the sea

As a youngster, I was not a loud speaker

Just shy and quiet, a daytime dreamer

With visions of yesteryear well-preserved

Good times, on the beach and in the surf

I loved Vegemite, honey and ice-cream

And my life became just a little dream

 

Looking at the mirror of a calm bay

I see sun-burnt freckles and dark hair, that turned grey

Struggling, life was disappearing after my Stroke

Emotionally I was crying out, who’s left to row the boat

Needing strength, my stars echoed, “I Do Thee Shine

Now I’m left with these words of mine

Recalling all of the days in my time

Leaving my empty hands full, of memories and rhymes

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

Meet and Greet: 8/17/18

Hello dear readers, here’s another great chance for you to join in a Party and promote your site/or post. I’m linking my latest poem here, click >>>
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/08/21/eating-chocolates-and-watching-wars-2/

Dream Big, Dream Often

 

It’s time for the Meet and Greet weekend everyone!!  Strap on your party shoes and join the fun!  

Ok so here are the rules:

  1. Leave a link to your page or post in the comments of this post.
  2. Reblog this post.  It helps you, it helps me, it helps everyone!
  3. Edit your reblog post and add tags.
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Eating Chocolates And Watching Wars

Let us join the movement, Against The Next War, and have your say. Please reblog or write your own story, and join Paul Sunstone, in the campaign for Peace.  << click here. I’m re-posting today, and attaching this important song “Spirit Bird”, by Xavier Rudd, and his lyrics are a pure statement from the heart, please read along with the music, and cry with me, for our spirits and our land.

“Leaving us

Stunned

Hollow ashamed”

My poem:

Eating Chocolates And Watching Wars

 

Hungrily I’m eating a liquor chocolate

A selfish heavenly delight

Arousing my old minds senses

I wonder

What she would be thinking

Looking down from the stars

Through her sensitive olive eyes

Her everlasting smile

Her gracious courage

Her generous heart

Her forgiving soul

Her love for me and you

I wonder

What she would be thinking

Seeing these futile bloody wars

Through her compassionate olive eyes

The dead and maimed

The millions of shuffling homeless

The distraught broken families

The crying children locked in sheds

The desperate refugees with no beds

I wonder

What she would be thinking

While she preciously holds the last white dove

Observing these senseless wars

That never never end

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018