People Ain’t No Good
We don’t need humans
Look at us, standing tall and proud
Why do you pollute our sky?
Why do you stain our land?
We don’t need human’s
Look at us. walk and fly
Why do you catch and cage us?
Why do you shoot us and make our babies cry?
We don’t need human’s
Look at us, swim and dive
We don’t need human’s
Look at us, eye to eye, and don’t lie
Why do you poison our earth’s waters?
Why are you committing suicide?
Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019
Hello dear readers, again I’ve been browsing through some of my older poems, that have stashed away, and not been published by me/nor posted here on WordPress. And here’s another one of these personal love poems, from a time, when I had new lady in my life. I thought maybe it’s about time I presented these pieces from my archives. The relationship finished four years ago, so I thought that enough time has lapsed, for me to now show you, another side/story of my life……
A Different Beat
They say, “love makes the world go around”
I think my, “loving world” has just been re-found
My life is madly spinning like a colourful top
Whirling at a humming speed, unable to stop
My once lonely heart, is pounding a different beat
Throbbing from inside my chest, to the soles of my feet
This surprising emotion of sharing all my deepest love
Could have been ordained by my angel, there high above
Ivor Steven (c) October 2019
Family, friends and followers
Lend me yours ears
I’ve only been blogging
Not even two years
A medium I did not understand
A venue way exceeding my expectations
A happening beyond my imagination
A journey I lovingly shared
I have enjoyed every unsteady step
What else can I say
I shower you all, “A Thousand Kisses Deep”
And my Nautilus is awash with likes
Fifty Thousand Leagues (likes) Under The Sea
In my ocean full of pleasure and love
I Thank you all
I am not drowning, but resurrected
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I wrote this poem last night, when I woke up at 1.30am. The featured image above, is looking up at the Geelong hills north of the town, they are called the “You Yangs”. I suppose my poem below is about, how our politicians, should look up , to see what’s coming down on their heads. This post is for the Weekly Prompt, Photo Challenge: Up <<Click on, to view The Weekly Prompt site…..
Feeding Them Up On Bullets Instead
How hard must we hit the nail
On their heads
Before the white house wooden hearts
Finally count the living-dead
How hard does the rain have to fall
On their heads
Before the farmer’s empty buckets
Only fill via tears from the living-dead
How hard shall the sunshine burn
On their heads
Before the number of extinct birds
Light-up the dark gap between government heads
How hard do crumbling icebergs break
On their heads
Before both polar ice-caps melt
Flooding our storage silos and sheds
The answer my friends, rests
On their heads
Before all the starving arise from earthen beds
Crying out, stop feeding us up on bullets instead
Words, Between the Lines Of Age . Neil Young. Lyrics
Someone and someone were down by the pond
Looking for something to plant in the lawn.
Out in the fields they were turning the soil
I’m sitting here hoping this water will boil
When I look through the windows and out on the road
They’re bringing me presents and saying hello.
Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age.
If I was a junk-man selling you cars,
Washing your windows and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind was my own in a dream
What would you wonder and how would it seem?
Living in castles a bit at a time
The king started laughing and talking in rhyme.
Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age.
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I’m too tired to continue
Carrying this Olympus torch
The flame is not staying alight
Under my sheltering porch
All I want to do
Is watch the birds
And selfishly forget
The hungry and dying herds
My bell has become too hollow
To ring against the war
Too heavy to lift
High above the floor
Too wide to pass
Through the Whitehouse door
Too noisy to tell
Humanity the real score
Soon we’ll all board the Ark
Row away from our shores
Fly our rescue flag aft
Explore the sky with Thor
Listen to the heavens
Hear the peace-bells last encore
Proudly ring the bells that still can ring
Chiming so loud, no-one can ignore
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I am also posting this poem “Silent Sky,” on “Go Dog Go Café” via the fantastic idea of “Promote Yourself Monday”.. << Click here
My morning sky is silent
An empty clear blue vent
A vast quietness
Cloudless and soundless
The world has turned mute
We cannot hear
The whales crying
We no longer see
The birds flying
We now refuse to speak
Words of peace, they’re slowly dying
My morning sky has no sun
Spent gold, overused, and undone
A grey dullness
Viewless, a hollow darkness
The world has lost sight
We no longer see
Industrious bees
We cannot hear
The animals fear
We now deny the people’s voice
Words of peace, our children’s choice
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I’m lying here in my white-walled bedroom
My body’s been feeling white-hot
The white ceiling fan is cooling me down
Laying under only white sheets
Covering my white skin
This is not the White House
I don’t lie that much
I’ve not white false hair
So my white halo stays on
Without looking like a silly clown
Outside, my great side wall is white
The back courtyard is safe and secure
No non-whites can’t get in or out
Unless they desperately needed to
The great backyard wall
May be easily scaled
With a sturdy white ladder
I’m trumped, here in Australia
Walls don’t even keep out the flies
I’ve been reading my history books
The white walls built in the past
They have never lasted
Over they climbed
Or under they crawled
The walls were eaten by dust mites
Resilient as a feather duster
And pulled down by liberators, in disdain and shame
Ivor Steve (c) 2019
