Saturday, July 05, 2014

Flash Fiction 55

Fifty-five proof 

I'd sip it from a Liqueur Glass
And not swig it down like the clown
The village clown who sits and swigs
He swigs his gin like I'd drink beer 
But I won't even swig my own
anise-flavored Absenthe cause
I'm a tea-totaler straight, a Hill
Billy Boy from the Bible Belt

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Picture and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved.

[The picture is my 'screen print' from the Wikipedia linked Absenthe word in the poem]
Today I'm linked with Mama Zen  at the Real Toads, Flash Fiction 55 (link)

-- M.Z's. instructions were:  "Give me something hot and fresh in 55 words; no more, no less."  I did use ONLY 55 words, title included, counted by Microsoft Word.  The logo I used is from her post at the Real Toads link.
-- Today's poem is entirely fiction, not one iota relates to ME.

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Friday, July 04, 2014

Artistic Challenge Poem

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Our Ocracoke Pests
Little island next to the sea
Harbor for rats and nutrias
Ancestors, when getting was good,
jumped pirate ships ages ago
and left tendered slave ships by droves
Nutria feast on trees and shrubs
Rats, vermin in any language,
carry fleas and lice and disease
As if protected by law, they--
have run of the place, dreaded pests
Nutria run and hide, won't bite
Rats, omnivorous by nature,
their bite will surely make one sick
They're looting abandoned houses--
owners away from surging seas
Wish we could send them far away
Perhaps up to New York City 
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Picture and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved.

[Picture is 'screen print' of the link show below the picture]

Today I'm linked with Margaret at the Real Toads, Artistic Interpretations

And now again Monday with Kerry at the Real Toads, Open Link Monday
Margaret's instructions were: "For July's challenge, I ask you to bring a character or characters to life in a poem based on the images in these photos.   It can be in any style and manner you wish.  It may have dialogue or be purely meditative, it may be fictional or non-fictional." 
[My post here as I figuratively wrote for the residents of Ocracoke is mostly fictional and except for the title could relate to most any of the islands off the east coast of North Carolina.  But the hurricane did pass right over Ocracoke as told by the MSN News article at the picture credit link below my screen capture picture.]
1.  Not all vermin are rodents but can be another name for human scum of the earth.  These type of vermin (humans) also loot abandoned housing.  [Thought attributed to Webster: "a person whose behavior is offensive to others vermin who looted abandoned houses after the hurricane" (link)] 
2.  The nutria are called  by the Ocracoke people.  Margaret said, "Russian Rat - a large rodent found on Ocracoke.  Technically known as a nutria.  We have lots of Russian rats and mink on the island." 
Here, where we live there are also a lot of the nutria.  All the trees down by the lake have to have mesh screen around their bases to protect the bark from the nutria nibbles.

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Thursday, July 03, 2014

Will I say why not (or what did I say?)

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Why I Won't 
"I won't because you don't like me"
"I won't because you don't love me"
A subtle difference that makes 
Today though we'll check on one word
"Won't" is our word, it's for "will not"
Ask me why not we say "willn't" 
Blame it on the Brits, Old English
Then for "will not" they said "wonnot"
Which soon was contracted to "won't"
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Picture and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved.
[Picture is 'screen print' of the link show below the picture]
Today I am linked with at the Real Toads, Out of Standard Challenge
For her challenge she said: "Visit The Amazing and Interesting Fact Generator for a factoid, then build a poem around it.  How, when, and why is up to you!"  I chose writing on the word, "won't", and why we say that instead of "willn't".  This fact was brought to life on a link on the side bar of the Generator.

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Sunday, June 29, 2014

Turned Blue?

Turned Blue?
My sweet potato has turned blue
I'll love her no matter what hue 
Long legs, loved by every man
Shapely, muscled, browned summer tan 
Dimples, hidden, on her smooth cheeks
I know they're there, loved them for weeks 
She was a sweet thing, once so hot
Though Adam's rib knockoff she's not 
Her smile is like summer night's flirt
My sweet potato, came from dirt

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Picture and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved.

Today I am linked with Kerry at the Real Toads Sunday eChallenge (link)
And again Monday with her at the Real Toads Open Link Monday (link)
1) Kerry's challenge was to be avant-garde.  In form I'm probably definitely not like these words of hers:   "Remember the basic precepts of the school of avant-garde art is to be innovative, ahead of your times, bold, courageous and visionary."  Perhaps my words might be.
For sure in form I'm most basic with this standard five stanza couplet (link)(At the link, the writer said that "even young children can write couplets.")
Also I am aware that the 'number' of my pronouns is singular while I have numerous (three) moldy sweet potatoes in the picture. I took the picture before I ever thought of writing a poem to one, the loveliest, of them. 
2) These baked sweet potatoes which served as inspiration for this 'poem' we found in our refrigerator when we came back from our recent seven week holiday (47 days-a transatlantic cruise and a month in May).  They were covered in blue mold.

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