Birds Of A Feather

‘Birds Of A Feather’ is poem I wrote a few years ago, and I’m proudly reposting the words here to coincide with the “Indigenous Peoples Day” holiday in America on Monday 11th of October…
Below I have attached a song by Australia’s indigenous singer/songwriter Xavier Rudd … his famous classic “Spirit Bird” …

Birds Of A Feather


to colour us all tanned

black or white

didn’t seem right

even a humorous sight

maybe blue and green

would’ve been a better blight

and I’ve been told orange

is a preferred skin tone

best we have more colours

I’ll go buy the paint drums

toss them together

shaken, not stirred

into one huge cocktail dish

and use a whale-hair paint brush

we’ll all be covered the same

a faded colour purple

like tarnished rain clouds

not too dark

not too proud

not too white

just bright enough

to see the light


Please Note: The featured image above, is called ‘Four Birds’, by an Australian artist, Patsy Anguburra Lulpunda, at the Aboriginal Art Gallery





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Promote Yourself Mondays, October 11, 2021

Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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A Word Bathing in Moonlight (with recording)

A superbly worded thought provoking poem from one of favourite ‘poets’, Robert Okaji

O at the Edges

mind

A Word Bathing in Moonlight

You understand solitude,
the function of water,
how stones breathe
and the unbearable weight
of love.Give up, the voice says.
Trust only yourself.
Wrapped in light, you
turn outward. Burst forth.

“A Word Bathing in Moonlight” first appeared inEclectica in July 2017.

moonlight

“Thinking Music” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

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A Courtyard Song




A Courtyard Song




The spring morn is crisp

Sun-rays cling onto my chest

Porridge and lemon-ginger tea

Refresh my sleepy soul

Courtyard flowers arouse my eyes

Music vibrates the air

With a piano tune from Ludovico Einaudi

And Frankie quietly watches on


I write a comment for Derrick

His home in England needs a plumber

Then I send a song to Susi in America

To compliment her lovely ‘Fall’ poem

Carolyn’s words enrich my heart

But she will need her tissues

When she plays the video/music song

Only 8.00 am, and my message box is full

And now, the old poet’s day begins





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Illumination (a Tanka)


The “Weekly Prompts” Wednesday’s Challenge is; QUIET PLACES. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . My poem Illumination is in response to the prompt




Illumination (a Tanka)


A sunny spring sky 

Softly caresses my thighs  

Displacing old lies 

And illuminates my eye  

To the universe’s dye 





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

The Reincarnation of a Pumpkin

Here is a poem I wrote last year, and today I am posting the piece as my response to “Go Dog Go Cafe’s” Halloween-themed Prompt Challenge (Guest Submissions), and you are welcome to participate via this link … > https://godoggocafe.com/2021/10/01/halloween-themed-prompt-challenge-guest-submissions/





The Reincarnation of a Pumpkin


My locked bubble is about to go boom

A year I’ve been a stranger in my own tomb

Under a pumpkin lid, hiding my gloom

Where my world was a rotting cave of doom



Now these orange walls are my life-giving womb

Being reborn like a smiling old groom

I’m breaking away from the master’s dead blooms

Escaping on the green witch’s magical broom



Flying over the full moon of autumn

Where I’ll be able to wear my mask and costume

Hidden under my orange Kaftan from Khartoum

And I’ll invade the newsrooms, and all the children’s bedrooms




Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Cast In Marble (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 “Cast In Marble”, 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/cast-in-marble/



Cast In Marble


A new spring’s about to start 

Ten lost winters have weathered my heart 

And mud-larks still sing until dark


 

Bridges of dreams were crossed 

The ocean and river spanned 

Waters of love found 

  

Our true love ran deep 

Cascading over hidden rocks 

And sharp stones were softened by sand 


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Ivor Steven (c) October 2021