Friday, June 06, 2014

Dear Friends

[view from our back porch, early in the morning]
[please click on picture for larger size] 
Dear Friends;
or, hit the highway, please 
I'm writing you today
because another year is here
that I won't be there,
to visit with you 
It's been a while,
your crops are in,
why don't you take a break
and come see us? 
We can do Houston in, like 
take a ride up the Ship Channel
on the Fire Inspection Boat. 
We can visit a museum or two,
Houston has over twenty-five
Restaurants a plenty too, eat ourselves silly
Or we can play a round or two of golf. 
Again Houston has a plethora of these,
so very many of the 1041 courses in Texas. 
And we can keep you busy
with other things, exotic shopping, picnics,
or go to the beach, to a park or two of the many,
and so on and so on.  
But most of all I'd like to see you all, here. 
We are getting old, our bones are tired.
Driving isn't as much fun as it used to be,  
and to be really honest,
it's your turn to come down to our place
Picture and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

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Today I'm linked with 'Herotomost' at the Real Toads, Lost Art (link)  

He thinks that letter writing is a lost art and has asked us to write a letter to a friend, a business, or most anyone.  I chose this one, but the message is correct to all my friends who live elsewhere, "please come stay a spell. "


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Wednesday, June 04, 2014

Crazy in Love

The two lovers sneaked away from the rest
She had wanted to go, he followed her
There they sat on the steps, close, side by side

Said to him, show me yours, I'll show you mine
He never forgot that day, cherished it
Stowed away on those cellar steps, age five
Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
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Today I'm linked with 'Fireblossom' at the Real Toads, Get Listed (link)
.At the link, Fireblossom has a list of words from which we were to use at least three.  I used 'crazy', 'love', and 'stowaway'.  I fudged a little on the last word, she won't mind, I hope. 

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Sunday, June 01, 2014

In the Shed -- Flash Fiction 55

In the Shed
It's in the shed, she said
You go look for yourself
Memories were coming
Coming back, haunting me
Nothing good ever came
Never from in the shed
My cat died in the shed
Father's strap, spanking there
Once smoked terrible stuff,
in that shed, oh so sick,

Stirring there, I don't go
Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
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Today I'm linked with Hedgewitch at the Real Toads, Flash Fiction 55

Rules are to "write a poem, prose poem, or piece of flash fiction which uses exactly 55 words to tell its story."  Mine is 55 words with title.  It's fiction but could be true for some.

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