I Feel The Sky, (is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine)

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “I Feel The Sky”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine.  … please click on the link below and visit my poem at Coffee House Writers … and let me know what you think of my poem, and I would appreciate your support over at my new venture as a writer on CHW…
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/i-feel-the-sky/


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I Feel The Sky
“Ivor takes us beyond quarantine and refreshes our eyes to the world around us.”


I Feel the Sky


I am creating a verse from beyond my cage

Here, surrounded by the essence of a new age

Spring blossom floating on a sea of loose pages

Soaring on the wings of yesterday’s paper darts




I was finding words in unusual places

On dirty microwave plates

Under shaggy-pile carpets

Between last night’s lonely sheets

And walking down empty streets


Inside the Box Office Cafe, I sit

Observing the world below my feet

An old wooden floor of weathered planks

And table bases made from engine cranks


On the open verandah I can feel the sky

And I write on the blank skyline

About today’s invisible freedom, before my ink runs dry





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Is Our Hearing Out Of Sight?




Do you peer through the blinds?

Did you peek and wonder?

About the empty street outside

Why are mornings always like Sunday?

A solemn quietness amplified


Do you listen to the bells chime?

Did you hear a silent number?

Ring from the phone-box outside

Is the world aslumber?

Cringing mostly unjustified





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Dreams Unseen



Dreams Unseen


I cannot run no more

And I cannot swim the sea

But I can fly

In my sky of dreams


I have stopped climbing trees

And I cannot move mountains

But the highest peaks

Are not in my dreams


I have not embraced the mystery

Of my universe

Nor found my shining star

But I am here today

Floating on my ocean of dreams






Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Yes, They Know!

Yesterday I sent a comment to Suzanne’s article [The Fork in the Road – Mapping uncertainty (wordpress.com)], and my words were basically the same as my poem below …
Featured Image Above: Bing Images, Nine.com.au



Yes, They Know!


silently waiting

under our sacred Uluru

the ancient rock is ready to erupt


corporate bodies lie

governments lie

banks lie

religious leaders lie


and we the human race

blindly commit suicide

everyday we are damaging mother nature

the lifeblood of planet earth


greed is not a life giving seed

greed only makes the down trodden bleed

and continually queuing up for a feed

greed never listens

to our compassionate or humanitarian pleas


our dreams are being slowly strangled

by mysterious chemicals and noxious weeds

and we are drowning in mercury filled seas


you know what really “Bugs” me

that those despots, who own this stupid world

THEY KNOW

YES YOU KNOW AND I KNOW

THEY KNOW!





Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

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