Reconstructing my Totem Poem ~~ a Poem of my Heritage in a new and strange way

Lollipop Pole . . . . . .

Building a pole today;

  a totem pole

Different than those you've seen

Starting with a base, Daddy, where?

Where did I come from, what country?

Isle of Man/England - Corkill clan

Corkills were from the Isle of Man

Country where the cats have no tails

Married a fine English lady

Germany/England - Hufendiek

Germany, Prussians, old Habsburgs

Came on a boat to New Orleans

Married English, Fletcher and Cram

So now you have it son partly

There are royalty rumors floating

Mayflower cousins Holland too

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Those are basic foundation blocks

Your aunt has written much of this

Now let's build a pole family pets

 

Two dogs while I was growing

Von a German Shepherd and then

Von was our German Police dog

Two carvings up now your puppy

Border Collie name forgotten

When we moved she stayed El Paso

Next followed by a Lassie Dog

With a goat and rooster crowing

All met with unfortunate ends

Wife had Pebbles jealous of me

Growled if I got in bed's wrong side

Pebbles got so very old died

Came Toto runt of her litter

She crawled under her fence followed

Allowed to live with us new home
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Inherited pets asked for not

Missy naughty dog unwanted

Gave son and DIL some fits

Daughter brought Adi Beagle Dog

And Amber her old tiger cat

They would stay until they both died

One more dog Katrin toy poodle

Her mother our friend had died

And willed prissy Katrin to us

Now our last, famous words "There'll be

no more."  Betsy, our granddaughter

Her tiny Betsy fish lives here

 

Well Dad, you're a teacher of such

There's a lesson here to be learned?

 

Family ties build the foundation 

Family pets set our memory marks 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Brendan MacClendan in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/08/weekend-challenge-totems.html?m=1

 

A happy man poem -- micro flash writing.

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A poem may never be written

That tells of this man's dresser top

Unless the man writes it himself

Proud is a word he doesn't use

But the one I have on my mind

Likes his dresser so very well

A changing moving stage for him

Pleasant scene when he awakens

It puts him in a pleasant mood

A mood that lasts him for the day

Even come a terrible row

He will smile when he sees his toys

By now you may have guessed

This happy man is me

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/08/micro-poetry-poem-lovely-as.html?m=1 
 - This is a "micro poem" with Kerry asking 12 lines or less.  I have 12 lines.   Flash writing is sometimes also of a set minimal word count, often 144.  My poem has 90 words.



It's over the hill ~~ Writing for Tuesday

 Just over the hill 

What's over the hill, do you want to know

You may think you know but do you really

I surely don't know what lies over there

We shall wait and see

It's all new to me I expect to see

Chickens and horses lambs and pigs as well
Farmer's pride with colors changed from the last

We can wait and see

Perhaps there'll be a circus fun and bright

Clowns and tight rope walkers trapeze artists

Three rings, bears walking elephants painting

Can we wait and see 

Or a shopping strip with gasoline oil

A place to grab a bite use the rest room

Buy the kids a toy Ice cream cone to go

We will wait and see

You've been there before now won't be the same 
You'll see yesterday has changed for today 

We don't know ahead hope for a surprise 
We must wait and see

 
 

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi  in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-tuesday-platform_14.html?m=1   

The Shopping Trip -- a Poem

I'm sitting here in the store just waiting
Waiting for you
Shopping you are, bras undies--I'm fainting
And slippers too

Wait by the side door in a big red chair
'Til you're finished
I'm writing a poem my rhyming is fair
Good one I wished

But should I write of the sandals I bought
You look I bought
My shopping is done I wait while you shop
Fish could of caught

But I'm not fishing good husband I am
Buy you Moon and stars put them in a can
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/08/fussy-little-forms-cavatina.html?m=1
Marian wants us to write a Cavatina form poem, with a set meter and rhyme scheme. Like this:
  •Ten-syllable non-rhyming line,
  •Alternating with a four-syllable rhyming line,
  •Repeated at least three times,
  •Ending with a ten-syllable line couplet.
It was a fun project, I really did write most of it while waiting for Mrs. Jim to finish her shopping.   I LOVE THAT GAL.
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A Piggyback Poem for Thursday

"A Hurry of Hoofs;"*

  on a Mare named Knight

"Under the night sky she 

mounted a mare and rode" *

The moon shone brightly 

and though her hair was shining 

It could not compete 

with her bold steed's flaring mane 

Sparking seemed to burn 

Brighter than the hottest fire 

Dragons and other 

frothing monsters passed her by 

Belching and hissing 

holding tight they reached her not 

Nor was she afraid 

frothing wolves wild growling bears  

"A hurry of hoofs" * 

Speeding on, her Mare named Knight 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2008 and 2018, All Rights Reserved 
     (my 2008 dog photo blog post link, http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-about-driving-900-miles-to-meet.html )
 - I'm linked with Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/08/wordy-thursday-with-wild-woman.html?m=1

* - For Sherry we are writing a "Piggyback Poem" which begins with a line from one poem and ends with a line from another. My first is from "The Horses, the Sorrow, the Umbilicus" by Maureen Hynes at Sherry's link above.  The last in part is a line from "Paul Revere's Ride" by Wadsworth  ( https://m.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/paul-reveres-ride ).

Getting Old, another Flash Poem

We are known as the "wilted pair." 
Once shiny and so very bright 
We've a stooped walk with silver cane 
And sip our water with a straw 

Rented teeth ours went down the drain 
Children stare tell Mum we're funny 
Still we smile and tell you G'day 
Let's sip some water with a straw

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 - Photos, 2008 and 2018, and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2008 and 2018, and 2018, All Rights Reserved (2008 side picture posted, Link) (2018 bottom picture is a screen print from Kerry's post, referenced below-click picture to enlarge)
 - I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/08/camera-flash.html?m=1 ,
 - Exactly 55 words

a Thursday Poem ~~ for today's "Bits of Inspiration"

The Doppelganger

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Do you have a look alike

Rich famous notorious

Or meek and unassuming

Mine the former I won't name

A defender of women

Women abused who have killed

Texas divorce it's been named

Shoot and the buzzard is dead

Odds for you that if you kill

No jail you'll get, it's deserved

Movie "Chicago" wise words

"He had it coming" to him

If you do I hope you'll meet

Mine I won't but there's TV

 



"Cell Block Tango (he had it coming)" - CHICAGO

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvSLmO82UCw

"All that Jazz"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=va8VDBGcKS4

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2006 and 2018, All Rights Reserved 
  (photo link, December 31, 2006 Mrs. Jim and Jim, New Years Eve Masquerade Party)

 - I'm linked with By Susie Clevenger  in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/08/bits-of-inspiration-doppleganger.html

 - This is a true account, I won't name him but his name is a buzzword in our Houston area.  Think of a very notorious husband killer's defender.  He has a beard the color of mine but now he keeps his busy, mine I keep close. AND PLEASE TAKE THE POEM FOR WHAT IT IS, and don't let me (Jim) enter into your second reading)
 - I've seen the Chicago movie more than twice but not the play.

A Mini Poem Challenge -- To the Beach

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To the Beach

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Buckets, blankets, long beach towels

Flip flops, sunglasses, bathing suits 

Shovels, plastic pails, little rakes 

Fins, flippers, goggles, and surf boards 

Water, soda, sandwiches, crisps 

Cakes and pies, watermelon too 

Trip to the loo, kids in the car 

Ready?  Brighton Beach here we come 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved (Poem was a PrintScreen made of Kim Russell's picture, posted at the link below)
 - I'm linked with Kim Russell in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/07/weekend-mini-challenge-at-seaside.html?m=1

 - Kim would like a short, beachy poem, mine has 44 words.
 - Brighton Beach?  One time when we were visiting in London, KP, Mrs. Jim, and SIL Bill went to Brighton for the beach. I was not quite up for going on that day. My loss. BTW, they took the train, no car.

An 'out of standard' Poem for the Weekend

If I had a nickel

If I had one for every bed I've slept

One for every bowl of porridge I've et

I'd share with all the needy boys and girls

For them to hear my tale

I'm Three Bears' Wicked Girl

Been sitting in every little girl's chair

I came to your house had porridge with you

After supper your mother read to you

On her knee then to bed

Would I be sleeping there

Or would I still be trying Momma's bed

Or Daddy's great big bed it's way to large

Way to large for me your bed is just right

There you'll find me asleep

Earning my nickel

Need I fix your chair?

 

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved (Photos are my "Print Screen" of Wikipedia, Public Domain, illustory photos from the article, Goldilocks and the Three Bears [link].)  Goldilocks, a Fairy Tale, was published in 1837 by Robert Southey .)
 - I'm linked with Isadora Gruye in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/07/out-of-standard-fear-into-farce.html?m=1

A Flash Poem for Thursday

Anguish prevailed
Thicken(ing) smoke
Rain began
Softly falling

People cheered
Fire extinguished
Smoke congealed
Harder rain
Flushed countryside

Sunshine appeared
Tender warmness
Soothing harassed
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/07/get-listed-july-edition.html?m=1
- This is a short, limited word "Flash" poem. Sanaa has requested we limit our writing to 100 words and use one of several selections of 'four words.' My four words are the first, starting, words in the each if the first four lines.
- My poem has 24 words.