Family History

Haiku: Family History
Boxes of photos
Memory lane in my hands
Decades of stories

A Tune Of Success

I’m sleeping in today

As I awake to a rainy Sunday

Cloudy, fat drops of grey

My body needs a rest

As a happy heart, pounds in my chest

Quietly, my soul beats a tune of success

Friday here in Philadelphia, I spent visiting a couple of historical sites yesterday, and I was fortunate enough to visit the house where Edgar Allan Poe had lived during his time in Philadelphia. I also went to house where Walt Whitman lived in the later part of his life.

If you wish to read the entire poem of Edgar Poet’s “Raven'” please click on the link below.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48860/the-raven

The Raven

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—

Only this and nothing more.”

Every Picture Tells A Story

The Golden Pot

I’ve travelled to the end

Of yesterday’s rainbow

I found the golden pot was full

Full of warm hearts

The pot of hearts was overflowing

With ladels full of kindness

And their kindness was a cascading

River of magical rainbows

A Flower-bed Of Dreams

The clouds parted, exposing a river bright blue

My hazy visions, suddenly became true

I’m standing in a flower-bed of dreams

I see strawberry fields covered in sun-beams

My veins feel like bubbling mountain streams

The family circle, has my heart bursting at the seams

In My Mind

Inside my head, in my bed

Inside my mind, in a bind

Thoughts of you, always you

Visions of you, all of you

In my mind, I’m so blind

I’m so blind, to my mind

Too many dreams, so it seems

What’s it all mean, so many dreams

Worms and Ants

I’m under a dome, inside a maze

A giant steel worm farm

Crawling with thousands of ants

Bugs of all shapes and forms

Some are dazed, dumbfounded like me

Others stride out bold and carefree

Seeking their worm’s tunnel

Walking down an endless funnel

Where the guzzling worms stop and go

Slurping ants up, riding to and fro

Oh no, which steel worm to catch

Before the grinding halt, to hatch

Unfazed, into a mysterious belly I jump

The giant worm rattles at every bump

Rolling through underground passages

And all the ants are reading messages

I quietly ask one, “where do I get off this worm”

Ah, “You’re in the wrong tunnel “, I’m lost !!

Bedtime Lullaby

https://youtu.be/36tO5sOQaks

Bedtime Lullaby

Scream, scream

Who woke me, from my dream

I was riding on a magic jetstream

Made of purple and crimson beams

The infants screams do not cease

Poor child’s not at peace

Too young to comprehend why

There’s no bedtime lullaby

Mother’s glazed eyes look dry

Her love, caressing the baby’s cries

She’s loyally doing her best

For both, a tough journey, over this distant crest

https://youtu.be/oeZG4cUw4T0

Honest Hearts Bleed

The flight is dragging on

But I’m not overly stressed

Nor is my patience running thin

My mind’s drifting back in time

I remember those trying days

Spent with Carole, and the hospital bed

Waiting in emergency rooms

Hours and hours on end

Holding her hand, she wouldn’t let go

Once I sat with her for two days

In emergency, before a bed was available

I learnt about patience and how to wait

I discovered the realities of hospital life

I saw there was always someone worse

Who needed to be treated first

I knew their pain and tears shed

I knew how honest Hearts bled

Ivor Steven (c). 2019

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