My Alien Eyes Have Seen Enough

This is one of my ranting/protesting poems, where the world’s weird ways and woes are vividly pictured in my dreams/nightmares … (June 2019) … Or maybe my ‘Alien Back Pain’ has me angry and grumpy, and I am just desperate for some interplanetary respite.

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

Sadly, 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)  June 2019

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

60 thoughts on “My Alien Eyes Have Seen Enough”

  1. 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 & “the good old days?” Time, repeating itself, to a greater or lesser degree. Maybe they didn’t realise the harm that was being stored up for our todays, but unfortunately, we’ve built on it, big time! You’ve 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! 😦

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    1. 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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      1. Good evening, Ivor, (it’s 10.10pm here in the UK now haha!) I totally understand your feelings in these’s 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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  2. Well done Ivor spoken from your heart 🙂
    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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      1. 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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  3. 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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      1. 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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  4. I hope you have space in your ITMIMS for me! We need to continue to be vocal about our environmental concerns – I don’t know how long it will be until the point of no return.

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    1. 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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  5. oh Ivor … I do feel you and it’s hard to witness the older we get. this human plane is hard on spirit souls that love so deep like you. Here’s a hug and some love to dry your eyes and give you some love. 💖

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  6. A powerful important poem! I agree with you! Excellent post, too!
    Most of my life I’ve felt an like alien. I tell people I waiting on the Mother Ship to pick me up. 😉
    Is your ITMIMS fired up and ready to fly?
    How about we send your pain to outer space so you can feel at ease and healed. ???
    (((HUGS))) and continued prayers and bestest wishes for your back to be betterer!
    ❤️ 🙂
    PS…great music/vids…love the Dr. Who theme!

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    1. Good morning Carolyn.. my ITMIMS spacecraft is always on standby for any emergency… my back continues to improve “slowly” … still very sore … but I’m working hard, lots of stretching exercises 3 times a day… I’m not writing at all, but I might try to do a poem today for the CHW magazine.. we’ll see how I go .. I have a few days to complete an article 🌏💕🤗

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  7. If only, we are all, from outerspace, can make our getaway, by, hopping on that, spaceship, to, take a, needed break from the planet, earth, the world would heal, and, everything will, get better, but we can’t, so, the world is, going bad for, yet, another, day…

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