Archive for June 1, 2020

Monday 1st June 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on June 1, 2020 by bishshat

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A Poem for His Birthday

In The Style of Dlyan Thomas

Birthday lock down day 75 Covid 19 pandemic

No field for me today
This June day was scorching
But I never got to see it
The day before I decided to escape the lock down
Day 74
I sent myself to Coventry
Awake early with pains in hands and arms
And a nose bleed this wasn’t unusual
I dealt with nose bleed
At 7am I tried to make tea
But the tea sat going cold in the mugs
I contemplated my situation
The tightness in my neck
I tried hard to shake it off
At 9am the Ambulance arrived with Andy and Dave
Blues and twos and morphine ampoule
Soda Ward Coca Cola
CCU and stent number 4
No consultation they just did it
I heard them calling instructions on stent sizes
I heard them discuss positioning
At 6pm I was Home
Slept till midnight
Birthday Boy needs a wee
Boom- Boom out go the lights
Down and out in the hallway
Sue phoning someone in my delirium
I thought it was Mick who had collapsed
At 1am the Ambulance arrived with Tom and Elly
Blues and twos no morphine ampoule
Soda Ward Coca Cola
No sleep
At 9am home and birthday boy back to bed
My only night out in 75 days was pretty exciting

John Bishop 68 Years old June 1st 2020

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Sunday 31st May 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on June 1, 2020 by bishshat

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I Am

Ming D. Liu

Who am I, you ask?
I am made from all the people I’ve encountered
And all the things I have experienced.
Inside, I hold the laughter of my friends,
The arguments with my parents,
The chattering of young children,
And the warmth from kind strangers.
Inside, there are stitchings from cracked hearts,
Bitter words from heated arguments,
Music that gets me through,
And emotions I cannot convey.
I am made from all these people and moments.
That is who I am.