The Peace Dove Continues to Sing 

A big thank you to Francis of, JaZzArt en València, for being the inspiration behind this poem today. Please visit his inspiring poem, via this link >> Poem: “I am a Drop of Water” #poetry – JaZzArt en València (wordpress.com) 


The Peace Dove Continues to Sing

 
 
 
To the moon I am calling 

Please do not stop shining 

Upon our dark failings 


Where are we going? 

We can be anything 

Can we be everything? 


 

The sun’s golden bowstring  

The clouds rainbow swing  

A penguin’s happy wing  

An owl’s nightly hooting  

He, who knows everything 

And tells us nothing 


While the peace dove continues to sing  

Daily praise for Martin Luther King   






Ivor Steven (c) July 2022

The Last Living Rose




Give me shelter

From this daily war-zone

Throw me a blanket

Anything!

To protect my wilting petals


I am cold and lonely

I am tired and hungry

I am scared

Do not let me wither away

Help me


My brothers

The sunflowers

Are war torn too

Do not leave us

Please save us


Give me shelter

From this hard rain

Throw me your shadows

Anything!

To remove the thorns in my side


I am the last living rose

Do not forget me

Throw me an anchor

Anything!

To reground my ancient roots

Before I am blown away






Ivor Steven (c) June 2022

There Will Be An Answer

The Featured Image above was taken by Derrick Knight, and when I viewed his heartwarming photo of the foal peacefully sleeping on the grass, my mind was immediately inspired to write words, and after numerous attempts to create something worthy of Derrick’s beautiful photo, I eventually produced this poem “There Will Be An Answer” … and my poem is to be read by pretending that you are the “foal’s” thoughts … You may visit Derrick’s article by clicking on this Link >>
https://derrickjknight.com/2022/06/20/shadows-and-reflections/


There Will Be An Answer


All the world is green

Within my midday dream

Please, do not disturb me

Let me sleep, let me be

Let it be, let it be


I do not comprehend

Your unnatural trends

Of killing your neighbours

After kicking in their sacred doors


Do not listen to me

Hear the breeze among the trees

There, under nature’s ancient marquee

She wisely decrees

Live in harmony like the bees

Co-existence is free

Let it be, let it be






Ivor Steven (c) June 2022

What Happened to Motherland?, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem“What Happened to Motherland”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers >>

What Happened to Motherland?



What Happened to Motherland?

In the town’s village square
Under the shady chestnut tree
I silently rested there
And thoughtfully asked the old tree
“Can you keep me safe here?
Protect me from what I cannot see”

Away from loaded guns
pointed at daughters and sons
Away from bullets and bombs
Meant for dads and moms

“Can you keep the village street free?
Like how the motherland used to be”








Ivor Steven (c) June 2022

Walking in Winter Rain



Welcome to wintry Geelong

One day, shimmering sunshine

The next, cold as the South Pole


But there he sits

At the front door

Waiting for his morning walk


Ok Frankie “Let’s brave it”

The wind is frigid

The misty rain is hard

And my eyes are crying

Icy droplets in the snow


But I am not complaining

As I think about the children

Sheltering in their damp cellars

Hiding from Putin’s hard rain

A deluge of bombs and bullets

Callously sent to kill and maim




** Please enjoy the Waterboys song below, “Mad as the Mist and Snow”, the words are directly taken from the W B Yeats poem of the same and musically adapted by Mike Scott

The Waterboys Lyrics ( by,W B Yeats)

“Mad As The Mist And Snow”

Bolt and bar the shutter for the foul winds blow
Our minds are at their best this night and I seem to know
That everything outside us is mad as the mist and snow
That everything outside us is mad as the mist and snow.

Horace there by Homer stands, Plato stands below
And here is Tully’s open page, how many years ago
Were you and I, lads, mad as the mist and snow?
Were you and I, lads, mad as the mist and snow?

You ask what makes me sigh, what makes me shudder so
I shudder and I sigh to think that even Cicero
And many minded Homer were mad as the mist and snow
That Cicero and Homer were mad as the mist and snow
That Cicero and Homer were mad as the mist and snow






Ivor Steven ©  June 2022

False Kings and Foolish Czars



The silence of time 

Will eventually bury mankind 

How many false Kings 

And foolish Czars 

Have destroyed our peaceful yards 


How many crumbling bricks 

Live in your castle walls? 

How foul are the deadly waters 

That fill your castle moats? 

How many old bridges 

Have you foolishly burnt down? 


How many shallow graves 

Do we have to dig? 

Before cemeteries overflow 

How many bloody floods 

Do we have to endure? 

Before the final curtain falls  






Ivor Steven (c) June 2022

Is The Light Our Goal?, 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“Is The Light Our Goal”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/is-the-light-our-goal/



Is The Light Our Goal?

From beyond a blade of grass
I see a universe so vast
I see evening starlight’s
And I feel the morning sunlight

In the Eastern sky
I see a fading moonlight
And behind the world’s darkest clouds
I feel the glow of our brightest light

Are we worthy enough to control the light?
Is acknowledgment the only goal?
To the enlightenment of our soul

Can we decode the mystery of light?
Before we self-implode out of sight






Ivor Steven (c) May 2022

Under A Vanishing Sky




The dawn is a gray silent sea

And as a cold fog invades me



I see a green paddock

Without a horizon

Vanishing into oblivion




I see a ghostly power-source

Hang without opposition

Vanishing into oblivion



I see a ghastly concrete Czar

Without compassion

Disappearing into oblivion






Ivor Steven ©  May 2022

Worldly Smirk (a Tanka)

The Ekphrastic poetry workshop I attended on Wednesday was an inspiring event, and here I have written a tanka about a clay figurine as depicted in my Featured Image above.

Worldly Smirk (a Tanka)




I do not know you

But your glassy eyes know me

Why that worldly smirk

I have a million questions

Do you have all the answers






Ivor Steven (c) May 2022