A Crooked Lightning Bolt

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

 

Tell Humpty Dumpty

Here’s a poem I wrote 14 months ago, and strangely enough, the words are again very appropriate today…..

And today the warm midday winter sunshine, is a caressing light above my “Shangri La”.

 

Tell Humpty Dumpty

 

I’m feelin’ groovy

Rockin’

Without reeling

Like a soft shoe shuffle

Floating on air

Without a stumble

No crumbling or tumbling

Tell Humpty Dumpty

To hold the horses

And the kings soldiers

I’ve found my extra pieces

On the other side of the fence

I’ve fallen on my feet

Like a cat with nine lives

Lucky as a four leaf clover

Like a minstrel boy and his violin lover

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2020

Saved By the Bell

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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

Promote Yourself Monday, June 15, 2020

Everyone please take care, although restrictions are gradually being lifted, our world is far from being cured or safe…….
……Dear readers and followers in these tough transitional times , here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..

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Keep Pushing

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.

We Are Sour, But We Have the Power

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)

[Hozier:]
It’s not the waking, it’s the rising
It is the grounding of a foot uncompromising
It’s not forgoing of the lie
It’s not the opening of eyes
It’s not the waking, it’s the risingIt’s not the shade, we should be past it
It’s the light, and it’s the obstacle that casts it
It’s the heat that drives the light
It’s the fire it ignites
It’s not the waking, it’s the rising

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