Haiku: In Your Time
You can’t fly pass time
Travel with time, hand in hand
Time is not faceless
Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019
Haiku: In Your Time
You can’t fly pass time
Travel with time, hand in hand
Time is not faceless
Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019
The white moon has fallen late
The new daytime awaits
Rollover out of dream time
Rollover to the edge of time
Leave midnight’s caressing lullaby
And discover the blue curtain sky
It’s time to stretch and yawn
It’s time to feel the misty dawn
Stand in front of time’s open hands
Stand stoically upon time’s ancient land’s
The sands of time swiftly drift by
And cloudy skies of daylight do fly
The sands of time, wait for no man
Time quickly moves on, needing no command
Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019
Gravitational tides flow in and ebb out
This current’s tidal strain was high
But tonight a full moon did glow
And finally the painful tide
Has begun to subside
Uncovering caressing sands
To slowly pass through my hands
And the harpoon behind my eye
Is no longer my nightly lullaby
Hard times flow in and ebb out
Now It’s time to swim free like a trout
Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019
I’m living on snippets
A snip here, a scrap there
I don’t watch TV nor read newspapers
There’s no need to see more
False dreams don’t swim in my sea
And realities fill my soul with broken keys
I don’t watch many movies
I know their spirits are within me
And their ghosts live beyond what I see
I’m sipping on the holy grail
A thimble of wine
To a chalice of water
There’s no need to drink more
Rivers of tears have already flooded my heart
And yesterday’s rain drowned my soul
I’m eating snippets
A morsel here, a crumb from there
I don’t hunt for my groceries
There’s no need to eat more
Food mystically lands on my plate
Delivered by the angels who look after me
I’m breathing wisps of air
Gasping for my invisible share
Enough to activate my inner being
There’s no need to inhale more
The sky is infinite and free
And the trees air fills my lungs, regenerating me
Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019
Haiku: Refresh
unused day awakes
heavy head bathes in sunshine
soggy night, clear day
“Listen to the Hummingbird”, lyrics by Leonard Cohen
Listen to the hummingbird
Whose wings you cannot see
Listen to the hummingbird
Don’t listen to me
Listen to the butterfly
Whose days but number three
Listen to the butterfly
Don’t listen to me
Listen to the mind of God
Which doesn’t need to be
Listen to the mind of God
Don’t listen to me
Listen to the hummingbird
Whose wings you cannot see
Listen to the hummingbird
Don’t listen to me
Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019
Ring, ring, and I answer
A familiar voice, “G’day old mate”
“What ya up to”
I answer, “I’ve nothin’ on this arvo”
The ‘best-man’ from my wedding, says
“Good, I’ll come and pick ya up”
“And the missus will make us lunch”
And he joyfully adds
“Then I’ll take you out to see the crew”
“Have a Christmas drink or two”
I’m thinking to myself
An unplanned surprise day
Are fun times and always turn-out the best
An afternoon with old pals
Cheery wishes before the Christmas break
Warm handshakes and hugs all round
A group of friendly smiles from years ago
Tall tales of the past, our highs and lows
“So this is Christmas”
Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019
My headache woke me early this morning, and I rolled over to look at my plastic clock, to see it was 4.00 am, so here I am typing away on my plastic keyboard, thinking about our synthetic world……
Plastic Man, Plastic People
There’s a plastic man in charge, of you
Politically, he twitter’s us the news
There was a racist called Hitler in 1942
And everyone thought he was crazy too
They didn’t take him seriously
Nor listen to his rants of jealousy
‘Til he pulled the pin, on humanity’s hand grenade
Pure white supremacy, his raving crusade
From his chants, “Pow”, World War II
And, “death to the Jews”
There’s a plastic man in charge, who’s rude
Financially he’s just a plastic money dude
Soon to be impeached for his glad-wrapped lies
We’re not to worry about his plastic eyes
That only see plastic smoke in the skies
Nor his yellow teeth that eat plastic mounds
Spitting out live human’s upon his plastic grounds
And the plastic people, still listen to his plastic sounds
And to think, Ray Davies of “The Kinks” wrote this wonderfully inventive song 50 years ago, way back in 1969….
“Plastic Man”, lyrics by “The Kinks” (Ray Davies)
He’s got plastic flowers growing up the walls,
He eats plastic food with a plastic knife and fork,
He likes plastic cups and saucers ’cause they never break,
And he likes to lick his gravy off a plastic plate.
Plastic man got no brain,
Plastic man don’t feel no pain,
Plastic people look the same,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Kick his shin or tread on his face,
Pull his nose all over the place,
He can’t disfigure, or disgrace,
Plastic man (plastic man).
He’s got a plastic wife who wears a plastic mac,
(Yeah, he’s plastic man)
And his children wanna be plastic like their dad,
(Yeah, he’s plastic man)
He’s got a phony smile that makes you think he understands,
But no one ever gets the truth from plastic man (plastic man)
Plastic man (plastic man).”
Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019