Friday, January 20, 2017

On Poetry ~~ Wet Puppy Dog



Wet Puppy Dog

Have you ever smelled a wet puppy dog?
I can't remember when but long ago
For sure I wasn't an adult grownup
My dog had gotten wet, she smelled so good

Dry dogs don't smell that way, never ever
Some, get them wet, doggy smell of long past
Every now and then my nose gets a whiff,
Still that sweet smell with no puppy in sight

Metaphor it's become for me. Smells good
I might equate with that wet puppy dog
Be it a person or an animal  
I'll think, "Gee, you smell good, wet puppy dog"


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Pictures and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2014 and 2017, All Rights Reserved
 
I'm linked with






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Note: [Google]  noun: metaphor; plural noun: metaphors

a figure of speech in which a word or phrase is applied to an object or action to which it is not literally applicable.
"“I had fallen through a trapdoor of depression,” said Mark, who was fond of theatrical metaphors" 
 synonyms:  figure of speech, image, trope, analogy, comparison, symbol, word painting/picture

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Saturday, January 14, 2017

Endearing Words, a flash poem

She poised quietly 
Penciled her thoughts on his ear 
He awakened not 
Heartfelt invisible words 
Whispered, I love you madly 

He awakened when 

She softly started to leave 
He mouthed, love you too 

He switched soft light on 

Reached for his object of joy 
Facebook friends beckoned 

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My inspiration:
"Clara joined him on the bench.
They sat in silence, side by side.
Then Clara leaned back, her body touching the words
someone had freshly carved into the wood.
Above, 'Surprised by Joy.'
...
Beside her on the bench Armond opened
'The Balm in Gilead' to the bookmark,
took took a deep breath,
And started forward."
 - Louise Penny, 'The Long Way Home'
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Picture and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2012 (picture) and 2017(poem), All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, 
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/01/inside-ink-poetry-and-flash-fiction.html

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Friday, January 13, 2017

2017 Challenge poem, an excursion

Bancjy Monkeys Scampering

Small kids were scattered, like marbles turned loose from sacks, their mums
Scattered amongst life size toys, play area of McDonald's play ground
They were running like scared mice, running from the elephant, a dad
This dad was a monster beast, fire breathing, club in hand, bonking

Head bonking his mice subjects, screaming like bancjy monkeys, they fled
Yet smirky smiles showed, each brighter than Ford Taurus headlamps, piercing
Eyes piercing, washboard wrinkled faces, scampering like fleas on pigeons, hiding smiles
Ten clawed fiend, two-foot bonker waving, a stick with bright red globe, a balloon

Catch me if you can! they screamed, bancjy monkeys, on the run, laughing

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Picture and Poem Copyright, Ó Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved
 
I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Literary Excursions with Kerry, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/01/literary-excursions-with-kerry.html
 
Kerry introduced us to Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1929), whose work enjoys lasting popularity. Rilke was unique in his efforts to expand the realm of poetry through new uses of syntax and imagery and in the philosophy that his poems explored. 

She wants us to try including "diction and imagery which portray humans in terms of the non-human within the style of our own works" and posted excerpts from his work. I am sure I need a few more lessons but I participated, perhaps there will be some critique. 

Note:  You won't find the "Bancjy Monkey" by Googling.  I've never seen one and am not sure if there is one.  For sure it isn't spelled correctly, but Google didn't help there either. Most times one is "Bonked" in the head with an object.  

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Tuesday, January 10, 2017

a poem for Tuesday Platform


Mother May I?  
 
Mother, may I?  May I play with Johnny today?
I'd rather you stay with us still, until that day
That day will come when you are just a bit older
Some more training you need, like when should you come home
 
Predators await your romp, beware leopard seal*
You've survived the skua*, one nasty bird lurking
That seal will try to run you down while you're fishing
There's a lot more to learn, my son, before you stray
 
This was Penguin talk, my John, but the same lessons
they learn will of sorts be yours to master.  Play safe 
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Picture and Poem Copyright, Ó Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved
 
- I'm linking to Marian's host post at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,
Tuesday Platform is a 'free write' day, you can read others' works at this link
 
*Notes:
 - 1.  We are back home now, after a 31 day Princess cruise from L.A. to Rio deJaneiro.  We saw these Penguins and many more at a reserve, in a farmer's pasture by the sea, in the Falkland Islands.  I'm posting for a while some pictures as I go, both here and in my other blog, Jim's Little Blog.  I invite you to peek in now and then.
 - 2. The skua is a natural predator pestering the Penguins by eating both their eggs and their young offspring.  The leopard seal attacks them when they go into the water to find their food.  You can read about and see pictures of the skua here.
 

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Saturday, January 07, 2017

Sailor prompted poem --


A Happy Sailor's Girl

A sailor's girl in every port
That is what the old maxim states
That fellow I've always envied 
(Is it flip-flopped now, fem-days' call?)

For moi I've one girl at each port
Travels with me where e're I go
Even to earth's chilly bottom
Side by side we feed the Penguins


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 - Side Picture and Poem Copyright,
Ó Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved
 
- I'm linking to Kerry O'Connor's post, "Play it Again" at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/01/play-it-again.html.  One of the options was to write a "Flash 55" poem (has 55 words -- this one has with the title).
 
- Cute WWII era Photo below from "Fireblossom Friday" at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/01/fireblossom-friday-escape-to-past.html

Notes: 
 - 1. We have just finished a 31 day Princess cruise, from L.A. to Rio de Janeiro, from December 4 to January 4.  One of our stops was at the Falkland Islands to visit the Penguins.  No, we were not allowed to feed them but we were able to be VERY close.  You can read more about this fun cruise as my writing progresses through the next few months at "Jim's Little Blog", http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search/label/2016%20South%20America 
 - 2. I ask forgiveness for all who have read my few posts while cruising and then OF COURSE the time elapsed for returning your nice comments.  Thank you all.
 - 3. One more thing, Mrs. Jim had an unmentionable numbered birthday on January 1st.  The table waiters and I all sang the birthday song to her. (I did not forget to get her a card before we left to open that day--I haven't forgotten in all the 44 years we have been married.)

 - 4. You probably already knew that Penguin couples stay together for life most times.  Each time for babies, they take turns sitting on the egg (not really a nest, just on the ground).  They also share feeding and watching. 

When one goes to eat, by catching a fish along the shore, the other is always on the job minding family matters.  Mrs. Jim's and my marriage has pretty well been like.  Most times I do my own clothes washing, most times do the vacuuming, and often prepare meals.  Mine are the man kind, hot dogs, a nice deli sandwich, etc.

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Tuesday, January 03, 2017

Tuesday Platform prose poem (?) for you




A New Year

 

When "they" asked me reflect on humanity as an elder sees I had no ready answer.

 

Mostly my 'humanity' is relegated to moi.  I know for sure that isn't what 'they' wanted me to tell.

 

So I looked around, from toddlers to those even older than I, those I figure would represent humanity for me to see.

 

The younger set argued a lot, over small things, large in size.  Like who could have the toy with which they all wished to play.

 

I'd find a happier note, perhaps coming from those in their teens.  They smooched a lot, talked of silly matters, but argued not.  I wish they could be more serious.

 

College ages seemed a selfish lot, with protests and student riots at every turn.  Mostly they want things that help them, for free.  Like free college tuition, free room and board, free meals, lodging, and clothing.  They are, though, conscious of rights of others and will willingly protest for those as well.

 

Upper the ladder of ages I searched, the young adult set.  Not many married now, like in my earlier days.  And those who were were saving up for childern's care, those not yet born.

 

Middle age was a big surprise, not like mine at all.  Raunchy in my view, partner swapping, even married.  Or living beyound their means, bankruptcy seemed no big thing.  When they did have children, the kids were atrocious, rather like those youngster who faught over toys I had mentioned before.

 

A ripened age found the folk to be of a more serious age.  Very opinoniated, mosty about the problems of the world.  Not that they could change things one bit, they are another of a "silent majority" as the will vote on any and every item that comes us.

 

The elderly, well we mostly want to be able to be living in the morning when we wake up and wish well for our families.  Maybe chocolate every day.  And a way to get out of the house when we wish, travel and do the things of the nature which we've become accustomed.
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Picture and Poem Copyright,
Ó Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved

I'm linking with  By Kerry O'Conner at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-tuesday-platform.html
It's a little loose on the writing, just barely proofread, as I'm paying for Internet by the minute tonight.  Hope that will be okay for just this one more time.
Thank you Kerry, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
p.s. I am unavailable to return comments but I'd love to have yours.

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Saturday, December 31, 2016

New Years Eve poem -- HAPPY NEW YEAR to all

A spine poem:

 
Master of the Game
 
A willing Victim
Claiming his wedding night
Last snow

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Picture and Poem Copyright, Ó Jimmiehov 2016, All Rights Reserved
 
I'm linking with  By


p.s. I am unavailable to return comments but I'd love to have yours.
Next week will be better.  THANKS!

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Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Seagulls I Have Known ~~ a poem for Tuesday Platform

Seagulls I Have Known
 
Seagulls I have known, so near, so far
They have entered the door of my life
Follow me and my ship, I travel
Others stay at home, contentedly
 
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Seagulls I have known, so near, so far
Some I have never seen, Face Book friends 
Birthplace or distant lands they have moved 
Living next door, neighbors never met
 
They have entered the door of my life
In some way, somewhere, our matters touch
Staying for life, days or day, an evening
We laugh, we cry, we love, we may part
 
Follow me and my ship, I travel
Looking for food, scraps or fish been stirred 
Perhaps their own bellies first, hunger
Or loving others their life's purpose
 
Others stay at home, contentedly
They, no burning desire to travel
or move away, stay close in comfort
Them a must visit, friendship fire tend
 
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Some gulls wander, beach's sinking ships
Age Matters, little ones and unborn
Older ones half forgotten or gone
Others strayed for play, delicacies  

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Some gulls wander, beach's sinking ships
Beckoned by the lure of the unknown
But their rusted ship nowhere will go
Wisdom tells, from these ships stay away
 
Age matters, little ones and unborn,
perhaps a grandchild, bright their future
Teens and young adults guidance give them
Parents.  All their flights can use our light
 
Older ones half forgotten or gone
Loved, in our hearts remain, memories
Role models for us, knew where the fish, 
when to dive, with patience they waited
 
Others strayed for play, delicacies
Fulfilling inborn adventure lust
We love them still, wish for their content
And envy them not, our life our own
 
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Seagulls I have known, touching my life
Blessings they've been or projects for me
Friends the most, fleeting or here to stay
Their flights, my path, delicately merged 
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Pictures and Poem Copyright, Ó Jimmiehov 2016, All Rights Reserved
 
I'm linking with Marian at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/12/the-tuesday-platform_27.html
 
Note:  Again I very likely will not be returning your comments.  I am sorry not to but I do hope that you will still leave your comments here.  These days will soon end and I will again try to faithfully return your nice comments.  Thank you, Jim

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Tuesday, December 20, 2016


Ride a painted pony

Ride a painted pony
catch the wind, hang on tight
The pony does his best
to give you a nice ride

Ride a painted pony
He'll take you where you want 
Wherever you want to go
Up town, down town, or home

Ride a painted pony
You'll get to know him well
Perhaps the best friend yet
Feel his kiss slobber filled

Ride a painted pony
Some are painted colors
you've not dreamed, red, blue, green
This horse goes round and round

Ride a painted pony
Some will ride theirs to school
Really nice show and tell
Kids will love him, covet

Ride a painted pony
You will out live him sure
That's the plan God has set
Makes us love our pet more
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Poem copyright, Jimmiehov,2016, All Rights Reserved


I'm logged with the Real Toads, Tuesday Platform, at
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/12/the-tuesday-platform_20.html

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Flash poetry, "Little Snowbird"

 Little Snowbird 

Little snow bird, where do you go?  

Sitting warm here on the plaza, 
I'd like to know where all you go 

Dressed so fine, tight short shorts of white 

Every step you take, every bite 
you eat, I want to watch them all 

Hiding from the snow and its drifts 

Here in the sunshine strutting fine 
White shorts shapely legs, nice turn-on 

Here on my Plaza bench, Christmas 

Tree sanctified,  there's room for you 
Music's Latin beat, we can dance 
Ask Mama? May I take you home? 
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Poem copyright, Jimmiehov,2016, All Rights Reserved

Today I'm linked with Magaly's Flash Fiction, "Snow Birthed Tales (13  lines  maximum) at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads; http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/12/poetry-and-flash-fiction-with-magaly.html

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