Monday, May 22, 2017

a Tanka Poem for the Weekend Challenge

Bad News 

Wish you'd have told me 
I read your doings today 
When you need a friend 
Remember I'm always here 
Too late now, sayonara 
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 - Photos and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Weekend Challenge, The news

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Thursday, May 18, 2017

Mixed ~~ a Poem for Artistic Interpretation challenge

Sitting here
On the end
  on the newsletter
It's about to go out

Out of the corner
Of my eye
  To the left
    I can see gobs
    Of lemons piled

In a jar.

Smell them, I think
They're about
  To act up

I can tell by  
Their smell
  Gasoline and

should be a tart and tangy
Citrus smell
Bite in,

And no
 Taste at all

Fakes, fakes

What do you know
  Now fake lemons

In a jar.

To the dead ahead
It's a pile of
  Ladies' magazines

I don't need
to peek
  I already know
What's inside

How to
Look Really Nice
For Your
(or For
    Your Lady)  
Are you



Here's one
On a different

Tasty items

Listen to
  the sizzle
In the

Tell by
        the smell

I'm drifting
MacDonald's is
 Calling me now

What newsletter


Chocolate Pie

  For Desert
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 - Photos and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved


- I'm linked with at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Bits Of Inspiration ~ Mixed Media Art

 - I mix more senses than art but I do have text and photos.
 - Mrs. Jim made this Chocolate Pie. She gave a couple of slices to our younger daughter and SIL.  We still have half of it left.
 - For real I was working on a weekly newsletter--I decided to use the surrounding 'stuff' as subjects for my "Artistic Interpretation".  Weird?

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Tuesday, May 16, 2017

a Poem, Earth Reborn -- for Tuesday Platform

The Day the Earth was Reborn
Smoldering fires here and there
Dotting grotesque, bare landscape scorched
Everything living and the dead
Becoming ashes useless toys
Toys of the powers here now are
Beings from another planet
Heat they can easily withstand
None on this burned land had survived
No life here until these creatures  
Being dropped by great great powers
Powers that had stood by watching
Observing man destruct himself
Plan too grandiose for them, failed
Personality was their flaw
Ego building, wealth, power plays 
Consumed, intelligence a waste
These puppets, mindless, insect-like
Their purpose preprogrammed when built
Procreation's luxury gone 
Guided by invisible strings
Toys fueled by carbon digestion
Inorganic mechanical
Bot beings time limited joy
Awaiting next generation
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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform

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Sunday, May 14, 2017

a Poem, "Caught between a rock and ...."

Picture is Public Domain from Wikipedia (link)
James Gillray, Britannia between Scylla and Charybdis (1793)

What to do, need I say 

There was a man who had three wives 
Two were a treat to look at, but 
Living with them was different 

Names changed, protect the innocent 
Sylvia was good at loving 
But a nag in the off season 

Charlie Anne could cook up a storm 
Constant chatter shattered ear drums 
Helen loved, cooked and sewed.  A doll 
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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Mythical Prejudice (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly)

 - 1) Magaly wants us to write a three verse, nine line poem, about a mythical person about whom we have read.  Or 313 words, mine is 63 words.

 - 2) "Scylla and Charybdis were mythical sea monsters noted by Homer; Greek mythology sited them on opposite sides of the Strait of Messina between Sicily and the Italian mainland. Scylla was rationalized as a rock shoal (described as a six-headed sea monster) on the Italian side of the strait and Charybdis was a whirlpool off the coast of Sicily (more, from Wikipedia)..."

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Friday, May 12, 2017

a Poem for "Out of Standard" writing

Iba saw
Iba saw the Light
It was coming down
Down the road to here
Iba was thinking
What was she to do
Take care of herself
Alone pondering
Getting lighter now
Drying blood red peas
Lay beside the road
Scattered, strange pervert
She dare not step there
Iba made her choice
Dash into the trees
Forest's kind cover
Shoes stuck in red muck
Where was Nature's aid
Light, trees, red pea muck
Rescue might be one
There was nothing else
The light came nearer
Iba grabbed her shoes
Ran back, where she'd been
Light coming faster
What soon would she know
Driver smiled, nodded 
Swept her up and gone
Pursued by armed men
Rover lights went dim 
Into the forest
Through the red pea muck
Now saved by the Light
Me, beside our Rover -- -- -- Amy, our driver
[click on picture for larger view, click again for largest]

 - You might ask, "where is the forest?"  We didn't see a forest in the Falkland Islands although we did have to drive two hours through this pasture/mucky bog to get to the Penguin Preserve.  Amy's Rover is a 2000 with 57,000 miles.  There isn't any place far on those islands.  Her mom got a new one and this is her old one she gave to Amy.  
 - Amy contract drives with the tour companies.  When an RV gets stuck it is said to be boggedProperly bogged if it has to be towed out like this one is being.  The driver was Amy's brother.  Amy is a good driver, she didn't get us stuck.
 - We were on a Princess Cruise, from Los Angels to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, from last December 4 to January 4, 2017.   Pictures here were posted on my other blog (link) from our cruise ship, The Pacific Princess (link)

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 - Poem and Falkland Island pictures Copyright, © 2017 and 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - Top Photo is my "Print Screen" copied from Isadora's post referenced and linked immediately below

- 1)  I am linked with Isadora Gruye at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Out of Standard -- Photo Finish,  
  - 2) We were instructed to write as we were "inspired" by the picture and use the unrelated words she has written below the picture of our choice.  I chose the one here, at the beginning of my post.  the words were, "self, care, wasabi, peas."  Wasabi wasn't in my dictionary so I treated it as a nonsense word.  My first two words, "Iba saw", also the title,  consist of Wasabi spelled backwards.

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Tuesday, May 09, 2017

A Mother-in-law Poem for Tuesday Platform

Sitting in the doctor's office
Today Mother-in-law's in tow
She doesn't want to be here but
It's semi annual appointment

Her bag is full of bottles, pills
That's her medicine list for?  Me
Me to fill in the blanks for her
She thinks the nurses could do that

So we sit, taking in the crowd
Too many people here she says
We'll never get out of this place
I don't need to do this, let's leave

Explaining why we are here now
Seems we just came last month, let's go
Mother, you cannot, doctor's call
He needs to check your heart again

Check your fluids and check your lungs
Oh look, new law. We go in first
Yes, I'm taking my pills, and walk
To the corner everyday, mail

Doctor, she's not taking them all
I don't take the potassium
Every day, eat a banana
You need twenty of them each day

That's how it went, pulled every step
See you in six months, TAKE YOUR PILLS
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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform,

Note:  This was how it would go. I don't do this anymore, my MIL died in 2007.
Mothers Day is this weekend, a Mema link (we still miss her):

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Sunday, May 07, 2017

A Flash Poem for Catching up ("Play it Again")

Little bird on the fence
Of what do I owe thee
Be it some crumbs today
Or a meal of fine seeds
Oh beautiful creature
Blackbird lady supreme
How is your family
Do babies want some worms
You say, want none of that
Then I'll clean the bird bath
Smart bird flies off the fence 
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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo is my "Print Screen" copied from Margaret's post referenced and linked immediately below

- 1)  I am linked with Margaret at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. Artistic Interpretations "Simply Beautiful", originally posted on December 26, 2014, (Margaret wanted us o write inspired on what was in her directions or in some National Geographic Artist's works.  I chose her post and used mainly the first topic and picture, the bird on the fence.)

 - 2)  Again, I am linked with Kerry at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, "Flash 55 Plus, posted August 1, 2015, (Here Kerry asked us to write a Flash [short] poem of exactly 55 words.  We could write on any topic or chose to write on her suggestion, "Trespass".  Technically my Blackbird could be trespassing but more technically, birds and animals of the wild are free range and given permission to be wherever they might naturally present themselves.)

- 3)  I am also linked with Kerry at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Play It Again Toads!, posted on May 6, 2017, (Here we were given three past posts to choose from, I decided to write to two of them as linked above)

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Thursday, May 04, 2017

French scenes ~~ a Poem for "Artistic Interpretation "

Artistic Interpretation
Blue Ridge Mountains reminds one of
Best of master's--elements there
Mountains in the background, looming
Mont Sainte Victoire, Provence love
Trees in the foreground standing guard
European Cypress trees, tall
What artists come to mind for you
A small hint, two loved abstraction
Renowned American artist
And the other was very French
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This is the very French:

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If you like art then go to Europe. We found this Cézanne original in the Lautrec Museum in Albi, France. It is by Paul Cézanne (1839 to 1906) and yes, he was pretty quirky. (Cézanne Wikipedia link)

For more of our trek to the Albi click here.

This excerpt was from Jim's Little Blog back in 2011. (link)

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 - Poem and Bottom Photo Copyright © 2017 and 2011 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

  (Top Photo is a "print screen" copy of Paul Whitener's "Blue Ridge Mountains" posted by Margaret at the link below.)  More of Paul Whitener's works may be seen here, at "The Hickory Museum of Art".  Also, Paul Whitener,
 - I'm linked with, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - Small Town Inspiration...,

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Tuesday, May 02, 2017

Tuesday Platform Poem ~~ Buy Low

Buy low

Fortune said to me
buy low and sell high
That's where the money
is, days of towers
Or marry one. rich
She'll roll you till death
or He'll set you free
Free from debt till death
Towers' wild life ends
Marriages over
At death do you part 
with your worldly goods
Death, cookie's crumbled
Then paper's not worth
its ink.  Promises
never fulfilled, schluss**
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 - Poem and Photos Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
  (Photo is a "print screen" copy of a fortune cookie posted by Marian at the link below.)

 - I'm linked with, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform,
 - 'Fortune', this blog search,

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Monday, May 01, 2017

NaPoWriMo Summary, Poem a Day, 30 Days 2017

My NaPoWriMo 30 poems during April, 2017. 
(That was for National Poem Writing Month 2017)

Here are the links to the Blogs,
Please see April 1 though April 30, 2017:
  • 3/26/17 - 4/2/17 

  • 4/2/17 - 4/9/17 
  • 4/9/17 - 4/16/17 
  • 4/16/17 - 4/23/17 
  • 4/23/17 - 4/30/17 

  • 4/30/17 - 5/7/17 

  • So I wore myself out, here is a ditty from 2009:

    Previously posted on JIM'S LITTLE PHOTO AND POEM PLACE on October 29, 2009

    Impish Elusive Nothings
    a wordless little poem

    Words eluded me today
    for that I will simply write
    tomorrow or yesterday.

    Meter here abandon care
    a bit of nonsense today
    without those words nothing's here.

    Rhyme it surely I can do
    missing words not a problem
    I do this lark just for you.

    Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov
    All Rights Reserved

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