Today’s poem is one I wrote back in November/December 2019, at a time when bushfires were raging across vast areas in every Australian State …



Astronauts to the Resue

The night sky’s hazily stark

Black space debris fills the dark

No bright street globes are in sight

What happened to the starry, starry night?

No faerie lights, nor sparkle dust

Only smoky charring of the earth’s crust

Rescuing astronauts were sent into the atmosphere

They were last seen drifting pass Jupiter

Will they ever stop fighting the desert crusades?

Modern lifeguards are still lying about those charades

Of ravaging the forests, and sinking refugee boats

While Negroes from the Ivory Coast are only eating burnt toast

Ivor Steven (c) Nov/Dec 2019

G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 4 years, and writing poems for 20 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20