This is one of my ranting/protesting poems, where the world’s weird ways and woes are vividly pictured in the dreams/nightmares of mine…. And I’m presenting this on “Go Dog Go Cafe’s”, Promote Yourself Monday’s. Please go over and visit their wonderful site, Click >> Here
My Alien Eyes Have Seen Enough
I’m scattering stardust, upon sorrow and grace
Tip toeing through a desert of dying tulips
Before my species vacate this miserable place
Blasting away from here, in my Itmims* spaceship
Flying back into the depths of dark space
To regenerate and revive, from this trying trip
Finally, we gathered nothing of any value
From this warring human race
Their radioactive sky, was once bright blue
Vast oceans are full of their own waste
They breathe thin air made of sticky glue
And the earth they walk on, is a garbage tip disgrace
Their concrete graveyards, are the warlords database
Women and children, dead, casualties of religious lunatics
My alien eyes have seen enough, I’m leaving without a trace
Political gamer’s never learn, they’re still reusing old septic ice-picks
- *Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space
Ivor Steven (c)Β 2019
Lovely
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Suitably angry
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I think we need the good Doctor Who to save us
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Very powerful Ivor. Well done.
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So many aspects of the world we see today, we have turned ugly, polluted, selfish, angry & sad. I wonder if those who went before us saw their time in the same way, looking back at their childhoods or ancestors & βthe good old days?β Time, repeating itself, to a greater or lesser degree. Maybe they didnβt realise the harm that was being stored up for our todays, but unfortunately, weβve built on it, big time! Youβve really captured that anger & disappointment at our predicament, Ivor. Maybe those who have been lying there for however long, had the best years, our future is not their problem..but it is ours! π¦
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Good morning Debbie (Here it’s 7.50am Sunday), Thank you for thoroughly comprehensive and interpretation of my poem. I do tend to write these sort of environmental protest poems every now and then.. I get emotional and angry about the apathy and ignorance of our society in general. Life seems to be lived in their own present, selfishly and greedily for themselves, without due consideration or care, for our planets future. So I feel compelled to keep writing about these important issues. hopefully I’m helping in some small way…. xxx
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Good evening, Ivor, (itβs 10.10pm here in the UK now haha!) I totally understand your feelings in these respects..itβs so sad to see the demise of our beautiful planet through the complete lack of care from others, who only have their own agendas at heart, & usually for financial gain. Keep on writing your words of protest, every little helps, & changes start with education. xx
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Yes Debbie, and support like yours keeps me actively writing my little protest pieces, xx
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Oh Ivor, I feel this one! What are we doing?
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Yes, I read yours, We just have to keep making everybody aware……. xx
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So we have to…
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Right there with you, Ivor! Keep up the good work
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Thank you Raili for your ongoing support, it’s your sort of comments that give me the will to keep writing my poems ππ€
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An excellent poetic rant! I think you are absolutely spot on with this one Ivor :O) x
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I can’t say anything here better than you and Debbie said it! Thank you!
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I feel more and more this way.
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One step into this shop, and you cannot leave with buying an armful treats/cakes
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It needs to be said and you said it beautifully β€
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I do have these sort of rants/protests every now and then.. I get frustrated with some of our greedy and irresponsible humans…,.
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Its really important to protest, Ivor, You see the truth. xo
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Well done Ivor spoken from your heart π
I’m guessing this cake comment that I spotted in your comments above ended up in the wrong place. “One step into this shop, and you cannot leave with buying an armful treats/cakes.” I had to smile and was wondering what reply went to the person on your other post who was commenting on the cakes!! :))
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Sometimes comments get jumble around, and they do look odd in the wrong poem !!
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I like the way you rant! Well done!
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I get angry at our greedy world, and I just have say something and write it down ππ
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Me too! I’ve written several, what I term as rant poems, which are in my BrewNSpew series and a while back. Perhaps, it is time I bring them back to life.
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Yes, we need our voices to be heard. It’s our job as writers, to do what we can to help π€π
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I agree! π
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So true. It reminds me of that old commercial where the Native American was paddling his canoe up the stream. When he reached the city he saw all the trash scattered around and a tear fell from his eyes to see what we had done to the land.
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Yes the native people of our nations had a better understanding of their environments and lands their lived .
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Love this! Especially the radioactive sky π
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Thank you Mona, I get passionate about environment issues…… we’re not treating our poor planet kindly.
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That’s so true Ivor. It is easy to take things for granted, and we often realise the value of things when they are lost. However, I hope humanity would wake up to the fact that we have only one home and we need it more than this home needs us.
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Thank you Mona, it’s always my dream that we as the custodians of our planet, start acting like good parents should πππππ
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I hope you have space in your ITMIMS for me! We need to continue to be vocal about our environmental concerns – I donβt know how long it will be until the point of no return.
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That’s what I’m afraid of, there will be a point of no return, and they’ll still ignore the signs !!
There’s space, in my ITMIMS for all the lovely people in my world
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Love this! Very good poem Ivor! β€
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Thank you Carol, I do tend to a Alien sometimes, looking at world with disdain…. π½π
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