Tit Bits #13

This is my 13th writing of “Tit Bits”, and coincidently today is Friday 13th. I’m not sure whether this means good luck or bad luck for my post today ??

Our pain is like rain

The pain comes and goes

Heavy and light

He’s got us trumped

There’s more poison

In his venom

The facts are there, for all to see

But all the blind eyes are covered in cotton wool

Their ears are buried in the sand

And toes paddling in their own bullshit quagmire

Now is the time to help

Doing the little things that count

Little step after little step

And in time they become one big stride

I hope these tears of mine

Become the glassy mirrors

Of hope

For the frightened children

They need our love

Love is a life-line

Love feeds a soul

Love revives a heart

Love is the meaning of life

Life is love

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018 

 

Baby Vegetables And Puppy Dogs

The Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 25

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Do you see something of yourself in this little child? 
If so, what?

Baby Vegetables And Puppy Dogs

 

We can climb the tallest peaks

Where there’s the purest thin air to breathe

Yet we still dispossess children of their rightful freedom

Bagging them in plastic like vegetables in a fridge

 

We can dive into the oceans deepest chasms

Where without artificial lights it’s too dark to see

Yet we still blindfold children from the solar daylight

Abandoning them at night like forgotten homeless dogs

 

We can fly to the furthermost planets

Where there’s a willingness to meet the unknown

Yet we still treat frightened children like Saturn’s aliens

Caging them like feral animals in a desert zoo

 

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Featured Dog Pictures:  Bing, pinterest.com

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Quote #2, “Together We Can Help”

“Fellow Writers, We Have The Power, We Have A Voice, We Have A Pen, Collectively, We’re Able To Help, Help The Children Of The World, Stop Them Crying For Help.”

Together We Can Help

 

Let us all help

It’s Time

Time to have a say

Voice your feelings

Tell your stories

Use your pen

Speak from your soul

Talk about their little feet

Feel their mammas heartbeat

Give your all

Walk tall

We need to help

Children is my prompt

Lets do the stomp

It’s your call

One and all

Don’t let the children crawl

Save them before they fall

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

We Are Not Worthy, Nor Grand

The Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 23

 

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What message just for you
is hidden in this ancient writing?

We Are Not Worthy Nor Grand

 

The Time-travelers have been and gone

Transcending the stars and beyond

Leaving us the message carved in stone

Obvious warnings, pointing the bone

“You are not worthy, nor grand

to care for Mother Earth’s beautiful land”

Decrying our humankinds faults

Locking our world’s children in vaults

Poisoning our plants, rivers, and seas

Contaminating the air we breathe

Burning our forests

Vehicle fumes

Nuclear bombs

Rulers greed

Before we even feed

Our fellow-man

Slaughter upon slaughter

Like we’re lambs

Guns and bullets

Millions for every bloody stand

Like seeds in our hands

Not giving life, only death and sand

We are not worthy, nor grand

It’s time, to make a stand

Who’s going to lead our band

 

“It’s Time”,  https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/07/25/its-time/

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

Blind And Unkind

What are you leaders fighting for

What happens when all the trees are gone

What do your empty heads actually see

Do you have sack-clothes covering your eyes***

Do you have a finger stuck in your noses***

Do you know the smell of life or death***

Where’s your collective greed going to

Where’s your silent mouths and ears

Where’s the air we breathe

What are you world rulers doing to our land

What happens when the oceans are poison

What do you egotists sip on

Why are you deaf dumb and blind

Why are you arrogant and unkind

Why are you ignoring the future of mankind

 

*** Thank you to dear Stella of  https://stellabailey.wordpress.com  for letting me use some of her fancy words

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018