Tag: Photos

Where’s Her Dream

I’ve seen the universe, through to the stars beyond

There’s a deep darkness, she’s gone, she’s gone

I saw her smile, crack from the pain

There was a sorrow, she caught it tomorrow

I’ve seen the moon, through the burning sun

Where’s that planet, she’s walking on

I saw her eyes, crying tears of sand

Where’s that beach, she’s lying on

I’ve seen the ocean, through the broken coral

Where’s that ship, she’s sailing on

I saw her body, serene and frail

Where the ashes, she’s covered in

I’ve seen the earth open up, swallowing the multitude whole.

Where’s that chasm, she’s falling through.

I saw her gentle soul, disappear out of sight.

Where’s that secret heaven, she’s flying to

I’ve seen the land, go through violent storms

Where’s the winds of time, she’s spread upon

I saw her heart, her love, for all of you, and I

Where’s that dream, she’s left us to find

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

Sleeplessness

I’m consumed by tiredness

In this healing castle of sleeplessness

Where the nightingales flitty about

Like hummingbirds in a drought

The witch-doctors come and go

With their underlings following to and fro

During the day there’s noisiness and bright lights

And life is just the same throughout the night

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

Frustrating And Difficult

The day is wet and dismal

My view of the world is cold and gloomy

I’m troubled in my restricted room

My penwork is a scrawl

To use the keypad on my phone

Is frustrating and difficult

I showered this morning

With the help of nurse Skye

It was frustrating and difficult

Eating my hospital meals

Is frustrating and difficult

To walk anywhere, any distance

I need the assistance of my nurse

It’s frustrating and difficult

I’ve been here before

Eighteen long years ago

Then, I was caring for Carole too

It was very frustrating and difficult

I’m feeling alienated against the norm

My body is worn and torn

Life is frustrating and difficult.

I’m wishing for a chance to be reborn

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

I’m Helping Out

Dear readers, if you so desire, please read this article below by BottomLessCoffee, it’s an interesting idea, and one I’m already participating in by sending off this post. Help Me, Help You.

Help Me, Help You

ON  BY BOTTOMLESSCOFFEE007IN PROPRIETARY ARTICLE

Q. What is the one thing all of us Bloggers want?

A. Circulation!

We all have a skill and that is writing and expression. We all have different styles and genres. I’ve been giving shout outs to a few of you on every podcast in the hopes of helping others to find you.

I want to propose a sharing promotion. If you want me to give your blog or business or social media a shout out on my next podcast, please use the comment section to notify me of whatever it is. Be sure to provide the links, so I can put them in the description of the podcast.

Whenever I publish a podcast, I also promote it on my blog. This way, both listeners and readers have access to the exact same information.

With all of this being said, I want more circulation as well. So, please give me a shout-out on your blog and other social media as well. Please include my links also.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/bc007

https://bottomlesscoffee007.com

We all want circulation, real circulation. Help me help you. Who knows maybe someone will become $uccessful. It’s worth a shot and it doesn’t cost anything!

If you want me to promote your business, then the flip side of this is you must have the links to my blog and my podcast on your companies website (easy to find and somewhere where it will stand out).

My last caveat is this, there is no such thing as bad publicity. With that being said, it is on each individual to decide what they will say about the other’s. I will not read from a script and I would not expect you to either.

Let me know!!!

Finding Today

Hello dear readers, the poem below was originally hand written 2 weeks ago, during my stay in Isolation, and It was up on my Isolation Room’s Whiteboard, so I’ve decided to type up the poem, with a few minor changes and present the words again here today.

Your sky above

My sea below, our air in between

A cloudless dream

Floating on a gentle stream

Drifting across flat shiny pebbles

Emitting flat parallel beams

Carrying visions of hope

Hope for future scope

Time, to be wiped clean

Cleansed by soothing rain

Revealing warm sunshine again

Warm sun-rays, instead of dead X-rays

Removing yesterday’s old creams

Finding today’s new dreams

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Pillow And Willow

“Hello dear pillow”

“You’re so kind and soft to my head”

I said to my fluffy white pillow

I recall, similar words being said

Years ago, when I was young

Talking to my backyard willow-tree

Hugging the grand old trunk

And saying to the tree

“Hello dear willow”

“You’re so kind, to let me climb you”

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

My Isolation Whiteboard

I suppose you could call this post a “black and white comparison piece of writing”. This week’s, weekly photo prompt: Comparison

Dear readers for the last 5 days of my 2 weeks(so far) hospital stay, I’ve been in isolation, and to help me fill in my singular time here I’ve been using a large whiteboard to write my poems on, and I’ve been writing a poem or Haiku everyday, and of course, my whiteboard is now full. Hopefully this is a sign!!, and it’s nearly time for me to go home. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the process, both physically and mentally, and everyone around me has appreciated my writings, my nurses, doctors, attendants, administrative staff, and all my visitor’s, have all come in and had a read of my whiteboard over these day’s. I don’t think this isolation room has seen the likes of a plumber/poet before, and the buzzing atmosphere of expectation, in room 5 on level seven, has made it a pleasant place to be..

Ivor Steven (c) 2018