Tuesday, October 06, 2015

Another unpromted poem - (Stay) Between the Lines

 Between the Lines

"Jimmy, stay between the lines," she told me
I'll always remember those crushing words
Edict from Hell, it hit me really hard
I was the one who wrote so large, freedom

Freedom like sleeping in the raw, naked
Naked this world I came, naked I'll sleep 
Freedom restrained, of sudden, freedom lost
Teacher from Hell tethered me to those lines

Made it through the school, then was teaching too
That cruel biddy who tamed my wandering hand?
She found religion there, learnt compassion
Itinerant magician saved her soul

It's  begun again, "Stay between the lines."
Driving still, "they" let me keep doing that
Admonishment I hear, from left and right
Though mostly right, "Don't park over the line"

Kind Lord, may the magician come again
And please save their souls, compassion they need
I'll drive till a hundred years I have seen
And may I keep some freedom with my lines
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Monday, October 05, 2015

Destiny, my fate, my fortune ~~ A Flash 55 Poem for you


Good Fortune came my way
Courted her, dined her well
She smiled on me, cash cow

Bright teeth, shining pearls
Little did I know then
Those teeth inside her smile

Better to bite my butt
Kick me hard, I did fall
Fickle woman, my Fate

Promised the Moon I was
selenolatry me,

Lost my all
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Poem copyright 2015, Jimmiehov, All rights reserved

Today I am linked with Kerry O'Conner at Flash 55 Plus,

After reading or listening to Carl Orff' O Fortunata, we are to compose a poem of exactly fifty-five words telling what came to mind. I have 55 words including my title.

Carl's composure, translated into English, may be seen here:

Selenolatry:  Moon lover

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Friday, September 11, 2015

The Blood of a Poet ~~ another Flash 55 poem today

Poet's Blood
Turned my computer on
to post poem of the day
P o r n  instead on my screen
Quickly turned it off, blank
Eight jumped on my table
Lead actor said to me
Get with us, on your screen
Keyhole peep, join more fun
Shoot your foot, suck your blood
Kill young boys, snowball fight                   
Poker we play, steal cards
from dead boys.  Aces they 'd
held, quickly won our death
Blood soaked, drawn and quartered
Rescuer Barbette failed
Poem Copyright 2015, Ó Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
Header picture from Wikipedia, (link)
 -- Today I am linked with Mama Zen in answer to her Words Matter challenge to write an avant-garde poem based upon my inspiration from producer, Jean Cocteau's 1932 French film, Blood of a Poet. (Wikipedia link
 -- We were to write using 80 or less words.  Including my title, I used exactly 80 words.
 -- Barbette was an actor, a female impersonator, used by Cocteau in his portrayal of the game of cards.  At first Barbette was not in this scene which had ended in a suicide.  Made to remove the suicide, Cocteau  used Barbette and some extras instead of his original cast which had included the funding angel in the game/suicide scene.

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Sunday, September 06, 2015

Rabbit Bitten ~~ a Flash 55 poem today

A rabbit bit my toe
I could barely see him
through early morning's fog  
I could only stand there
Nibbled away he did,
fleshy green just for him  

Killed several of my friends
One bite, felled like timber
under the woodsman's axe  
Sneaked away, fog covered
sinful deed and hid his 
cowardly escape

Petrified daffodil 
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Poem and Photo Copyright © 2015, Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Today I am linked with

Kerry invited us to visit Dismaland, the anti-themepark brainchild of the artist known as Banksy, and in exactly 55 words add our poetic voice to his creative vision.  I made the visit but aren't sure I added much.

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Thursday, August 13, 2015

Game of Death -- Thursday Toad Challenge

Game of Death

Three girls in the room of one, intently
gazzing at the screen, pondering one man
Cared less about his physique. Just his head.
Head he had, but with no face. Make him smile.

How could he smile?  They'd done it once, for them
Did a silly routine, playing his game
The three of them made him smile, face revealed
Game of Death, had to stab just sixteen times

Today they'd make him smile again, this face-
less man.  How to do it, we'll play his game
Bring him up, get his game on the iPad
Here he comes now, I swear I saw him sneer

Bring three butcher knives and three red blindfolds
Rember our computer Game of Death
It works like that, one must die then I'll smile
I'll meet you after, now go to the woods

The girls remembered a lesson in school
A fun lesson about superstition
B.F. Skinner's "Pigeon Superstition"
One success, birds followed like religion

No matter, it worked on their monitor
Why not now with iPad out in the woods?
Blindfolded now, all with knives.  Spin the wheel
"Iva's out!" cried other two, "drop your knife."

Blindfolds off, sixteen stabs next.  Iva fell
Thin Man with no face, surely now he smiles
Superstition or no, we pleased our man
Poor Iva, she'll smile too, Heaven today
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Poem and Photo Copyright © 2015 and 2011, Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Today I am linked with

1.  Iva (not her real name) did not die, she lived through the ordeal  The other two girls, age 12 at the time are now 13 being tried as adults.  This actually happened although not exactly as I have portrayed.
2.  See Izzie's post at Pigeon Superstition to read about B.F. Skinners theory of superstition.  He also thought that pigeons, smarter than the those of the first experiment, could guide a WWII missile to its target.  Woe to us if they erred.

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Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Strange Evening at the Bistro ~~ a poem for The Tuesday Platform

Strange Evening at the Bistro

The strangest night at the bistro last night
Lady came, sat with her dog by her side
In her seat, not like Paris at her feet
Hubby heard our talk, we got quiet quick
Play space table for our eats, sans the dog
At the bars, on the stairs, children shouting
Sliding the slides, playing computer games 
In comes two tall teens, wanting a good time
They were eating not, just surfing the joys
Two tall skinny girls, ending at the top
Perched on the seats high up.  Selfies came next
We'd seen the latest in Scavenger Games
Where was this lax of the laxest bistros?
'Twas our neighborhood fast food McDonald's
Where the sign said, "No dogs, no food tonight"
And, "Playground: Kids age four to ten only"

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Poem and Photo Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Today I am linked with Kerry O'Conner at the The Tuesday Platform

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Tuesday, August 04, 2015

The White Queen ~~ a Spine Poem for the Tuesday Platform


The White Queen
Under Bridge with Dick and Harry
Black Friday
Poem and Photo Copyright
© 2015 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
Today I am linked with Marian at the The Tuesday Platform
The dictionary pictured in this Spine Poem is 102 years old and had belonged to my father.  We are in the process of moving and I am about to throw it away.
I had been keeping it because I thought it was the one Dad 'corrected', by changing the pronunciation of Hostess to utilize a soft "O" that he had penned in.  My mother would always be very upset at him and his, 'whatever' whenever he would bring this up.
Now come to find out after my saving this dictionary for several years after Dad died this it is not the one he had changed.  Bummer, so I think that I will throw it out even if it was published in 1913, making it 102 years old.
A 'Spine Poem" makes a poem using the words of spines of books. Here I used some liberty in using a similar sounding but different meaning of the middle book in my stack.

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Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Was it real? -- a Tuesday Platform Challenge poem inspired by Poe

I had a dream, or was it real 
You slipped away without a kiss 
Is this the way that we should part 
Did you carry a bit of me 
A piece of my heart you might keep 
A grain like sand stuck to your foot 

When I waken will you be here 
Head on my pillow like before 
If I changed my dream you'd be there 
I'll not brush your feet if you've stayed 
Those sandy feet, one has a grain 
that could be me, piece of my heart 
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Poem and Photo Copyright
© 2015 and 2010 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

Today I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner at withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2015/07/the-tuesday-platform_14.html 
Kerry related to Edgar Allen Poe's poem, Dream within a dream, and suggested as an optional challenge to write our thoughts after reading it. Mine is here.
You can read Poe's dream poem here. www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/237388. Please do

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Saturday, July 11, 2015

She delights, inspires, and amazes me -- The Edge Challenge

What would a guy always like? 
Some surely would say his bike
Me? "Perhaps a motor bike"

Some things fit most any boy
Every boy has special toy
Me?  "Cast iron Ford is my toy"

Better than a toy?  "Yes sir"
"My wife is my special girl"
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Photo and Poem copyright, Jimmiehov, 2015 - All rights reserved

I am linked with Ella at blogspot.com/2015/07/the-edge_9.html
Ella requested that we "pen a poem about what you will never outgrow - what will delight, inspire, and  amaze you."
(Above the Los Ramblas, Mrs. Jim was studying up on places to go and see while we were in Barcelona.   Southern France would be next.)

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Sunday, July 05, 2015

No help at all -- Flash 55 Poetry

Ate another's bread
Taste not worthy to my tongue
Salted with his sweat

Walked another's path
Rock strewn, pits and snares abound
Stumbled, bruised my bod

Breathless going up
Up and down, steep was his stair
Tumbled each down step

Bear his load I'll not
Heavy, back cracking, I can't
Walked his walk for naught
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Poem copyright, Jimmiehov - All Rights Reserved

Today I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner in the Imaginary Garden
Her instructions for writing a 55 word poem are there

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