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 
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. 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
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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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Set your clock back ~~ (and) Social Media Day, i.e. "post something"

I'd give you the time

clocks have stopped, would if I could

If I had the time
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Poem and Picture Copyright
© 2009 Jimmiehov (
All Rights Reserved

I'm linking today's little Senryū with

Set your clock back at 6:59:59 (CST), quickly, to 6:59:58.  If it is an Atomic clock it will reset itself at midnight. 

Your computer will hiccup also, probably at midnight also.
Read more at the masslive link above
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Social Media Day | National Day Calendar

Be sure to say something, write a poem (do you like my Senryū poem?), or just post a picture!!

JUST DO IT!!! (sorry Nike, I had to do it!)

For a larger view Mrs. Jim's clocks or of the Social Media page click on the title or the picture, either one.

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Thursday, June 25, 2015

Voices Heard -- a Flash Poem

Voices Heard
old mother my dear
voices I'm to hear
slappeth thou my face?
to spit now they say
what bringeth thine ire?
ashes from the fire
I'm not yet a man
hot bark burned my hand
none to pull my hair
black with burns, a pair
mum to give hard hand,
voices who say, "Come"
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Photos and Poem copyright 2015,
© jimmiehov, all rights reserved
Today I'm linked with "Words Count With Mama Zen,"
where Mom Z is telling us something new about the English language: 
"Today, we're going to get conservative . . . with our words.  A recent study by British researchers identified 23 "ultraconserved words" that have remained relatively unchanged since the Ice Age.    All of those 23 are cognates (words that have the same meaning and sound in different languages) in at least four of the seven Eurasiatic language families.  Translation: that's the 700 languages spoken from the British Isles to western China and from the Arctic to Southern India."  
Her instructions were, "So, want to do a little writing in the mother tongue?  Pick a few words from the "ultraconserved words" list and write a poem of 60 words or less."
I wrote my 'poem' including the title using a total of 55 words.   If my count is correct then I used 14 (underlined for you) different words or phrases from the list.  Mother and Hand were used twice.

You can read through the poem as written.  Or you can start with the first and then skip every other line.  It also will read independently starting with the second line and skipping every other line.  I dunno.

The pictures (click on one for a larger size view) I took in 2013 during a visit to the London Science Museum.  NASA has a wonderful exhibit there.  And it's a FREE museum!!

Here's the list: 

to give
man / male
to hear
to pull
to flow
to spit

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Sunday, June 21, 2015

I once had a dog named Adi -- here is an English Ode or similar poem

Ode to my underwear drawer
Oh drawer mine, extraordinary
Holder of all my most intimate wear
Socks 'n P J's too, most ordinary
Intimates hard to tell, I could not bear

Shorts and briefs, they covered my private parts
So near to me yet unmentionable
My prized attributes, they would never tell

Nestled deep, poised to hide David's fine arts
Leaking out, became inevitable
Blushing bride, blushing me.  Tolled wedding bells

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Photos and Poem copyright 2015,
© jimmiehov, all rights reserved

Today I am linked with Manicddaily, aka Karin Gustafson, at her Garden challenge post, Sunday Mini-Challenge - Ode to the Quotidian  

Quotidian is an adjective meaning found in the ordinary course of events
The poem, an ABABCDECDE poem, English ode, is dedicated to my (could it be yours?) underwear drawer and its contents.

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Thursday, June 18, 2015

Pictures of the Dark -- (Fireblossom Friday: Picture This)

 Pictures of the Dark

Have you worried today,
poet's gone dark on us?
Not really the case here,
He might make you smile
Time of snapping was dark

Like ships passing at night
Faint objects we discern
Smudges dot horizon
Far apart in body
And thoughts, foghorns unite
Or like crossing dateline
International Dateline
Night flight, camera aimed
Snapped the picture. All dark
What was gained? Nothing proved

Silliness.  Photos snapped
His pictures of the dark
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Photos and Poem copyright 2015, 2013
© jimmiehov, all rights reserved

Photo (2013): crossing International
Date Line, window shot at night,
Today I am linked with Fireblossom at

She started us out with "Pictures of ____" and turned us loose.