Category: The Future

Under Burnt Fields

Under Burnt Fields

 

To the east, across the bay

The horizon is a smokey haze

To the west, across the plains

The paddocks have been smokey for days

I gaze up, towards the sun

The sky is a smokey grey

 

Beyond the horizon, there’s our Tasman Sea

Under the burnt fields, there awaits the seeds

Above the smokey clouds, there is a blue sky

 

I know the moon will bring the tide in again

I know the oceans will eventually produce rain

I know this living hell cannot last forever

I know this to be a message from mother nature

 

Do they hear her chasms crying

Do they understand! Stop the lying

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020

Waiting

A big thank you to Kate of  “CalmKate” for inspiring me, and rekindling a poem I was working on last week, please visit her forthright article, “fires ignite justice” by clicking >>Here

Waiting

 

The earth is waiting

Sick of human’s, and their time wasting

 

Waiting for their promised cheers

Waiting for less destructive years

Will they give her resolutions of better times?

Will they read, Thor’s neon signs

Will they notice, a smoke covered sun?

Will they be able to breath the air, as a united one?

 

The earth cannot watch, nor wait

While human’s feed their own greedy plate

 

Why are they celebrating?

Like blind fools, that are always pretending

As if nothing is going wrong

Can’t they hear the whales crying songs?

Can’t they see the polar caps are melting?

Can’t they taste the venom of government’s lying?

 

In the following video/song, if you could metaphorically place earth and human’s between the lyrics, you might understand why I chose this song by Damien Rice..

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020

 

 

Blinded by The Bight

Blinded By The Bight

 

With my eyes shut tight

I felt a blue shark bite

Angrily into my neck

How did he arrive on this deck

Floundering, covered in watery oil

His sad crimson eyes on the boil

The society’s outcast, washed ashore

A native ejection, from offshore bores

Hanging there, in our Great Australian Bight

And jointly, we’re sharing similar pains tonight

Both, corporate debris, lost and out of sight

He has dry landed, I am a broken kite

 

“Puppets”,  lyrics by Leonard Cohen

German puppets burned the Jews
Jewish puppets did not choose
Puppet vultures eat the dead
Puppet corpses they are fed
Puppet winds and puppet waves
Puppet sailors in their graves
Puppet flower, puppet stem
Puppet time dismantles them
Puppet me and puppet you
Puppet German
Puppet Jew

Puppet Presidents command
Puppet troops to burn the land
Puppet fire, puppet flames
Feed on all the puppet names
Puppet lovers in their bliss
Turn away from all of this
Puppet reader shakes his head
Takes his puppet wife to bed
Puppet me and puppet you
Puppet German, puppet Jew

Puppet Presidents command
Puppet troops to burn the land
Puppet fire, puppet flames
Feed on all the puppet names
Puppet night comes down to play
The after act to puppet day

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Nov 2019

Co-existing

On a starry Autumn night

Laying under the cosmic sky

I see a universe beyond

The galaxy’s, milky way

With unnumbered orbiting planets

Astronomer’s, clearly hearing their sound

Radars that echo, there’s no shadow of doubt

Out there somewhere

In the vastness of space

Another similar earth, co-exists

 

Do those purple aliens

Wait and wonder

Look to the cosmos and ponder

When will humanity arrive

Invading their picturesque, violet atmosphere

Ravaging innocent foreign lives

Bowing to the human war cry

Assimilate or die

 

“Melancholy Man” The Moody Blues

I’m a melancholy man, that’s what I am,
All the world surrounds me, and my feet are on the ground.
I’m a very lonely man, doing what I can,
All the world astounds me and I think I understand
That we’re going to keep growing, wait and see.When all the stars are falling down
Into the sea and on the ground,
And angry voices carry on the wind,
A beam of light will fill your head
And you’ll remember what’s been said
By all the good men this world’s ever known.
Another man is what you’ll see,
Who looks like you and looks like me,
And yet somehow he will not feel the same,
His life caught up in misery, he doesn’t think like you and me,
‘Cause he can’t see what you and I can see

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

 

Swallowed By The Sun

I’ve re-posted this poem, on “Go Dog Go Cafe” via their site’s wonderful idea of “Promote Yourself Monday” , and I’d like to thank Michelle, for giving me this fantastic opportunity to present my poem, Swallowed By The Sun, Please Click >> Here  to read about Go Dog Go Cafe ….

On a fiery hot suburban street

Cobblestones are burning the crowds feet

Bursting blisters, on the ignorant

Touching souls, of the innocent

Solar heat’s scorching from the sky

Our world is being swallowed by the sun

Oh, what have us human’s done

All the rivers are running dry

Fish lay on barren land, waiting to die

Polar icebergs are often seen gliding by

Penguins are moaning without their icy slide

And you’ll hear the groan of baby whales cry

As the ocean, sadly waves us goodbye

Knowing our angels wings are singed and cannot fly

Old mother earth is quickly growing awry

And father time is forever asking why

 

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

Swallowed By The Sun

On a fiery hot suburban street

Cobblestones are burning the crowds feet

Bursting blisters, on the ignorant

Touching souls, of the innocent

Solar heat’s scorching from the sky

Our world is being swallowed by the sun

Oh, what have us human’s done

All the rivers are running dry

Fish lay on barren land, waiting to die

Polar icebergs are often seen gliding by

Penguins are moaning without their icy slide

And you’ll hear the groan of baby whales cry

As the ocean, sadly waves us goodbye

Knowing our angels wings are singed and cannot fly

Old mother earth is quickly growing awry

And father time is forever asking why

Ivor Steven (c) 2019