My poem today is actually made up of 3 different Haiku, however, as what often happens with my jumbled words and thoughts, the 3 stanzas seemed to fit together to form “one” poem …
Right or Wrong
As we scrape along
In life, we are often wrong
Before our swan song
Are we wrong or right?
Why do we let the moonlight
Disappear from sight?
Gloom enfolds the view
Gey clouds cover rainbow hues
Darkness stalks us too
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Framed (a Haiku)
A painting is framed
An artist assigns his name
The creation claimed
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
We are torn
Between reality and lies
Have you bought?
Your extra bottle of Dettol yet
We are torn
Between existence and death
Do you realise?
How many have already died
We are torn
Between home and living wise
Do you understand?
Rants and guns are the tools of fools
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
On “Weekly Prompts” the word: Desolate, is the weekend challenge. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE… Below is my response to the their prompt.
Shangri La
I’m not on a desolate island
My head is not buried in the sand
And I am not going crazy
You might be crazier than me
Because I saw you reading about
How to fly overseas
I used to be the sanest
Old man in town
You could always find me
On top of Mount Everest
Now I’m locked away
In between my two ears
Playing one handed ping pong
In between crowd-less cheers
Listening to musical ding dong
In between my poetry and beers
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
