Wednesday, October 08, 2014

Dog and squirrel games -- Challenge writing

Dog and squirrel fun
Little squirrel, I hope you'll come down
Down from your tree so we can play
We'll play some more but no more chase
Game of chase, you ran up that tree
A new game for us, follow me
We run and run and when we're done
I take you gently by your neck
Game of shake, a dog's show of love

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Photo Copyright, © 2008 Jimmiehov (link) and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Today I'm linked with Kerry at the Real Toads, If Only They Could Talk (Link)
on Monday with Magaly at the Real Toads, Open Link Monday (Link)

Kerry's Challenge:  "reimagine an iconic literary character or monologue as presented from the point of view of a close animal companion (or one that just happens to be passing by). Alternately, you may like to write a poem about yourself from your pet's perspective. Have fun with this idea - the only stipulation is that the narrative voice of the poem be non-human."
Katrin is our 14-year-old Toy Poodle.  She was eight when the picture was taken and the dog/squirrel game of "chase" ended with the squirrel up the tree.  Katrin was new then to us, she was given to us, when the former owner died we were her choice. (more Katrin posts HERE)
Adi,  my beagle dog (she died a couple of years ago) shows us how dogs play the game of "shake": (more Adi posts HERE)
 [from my YouTube postings:

My iconic literary character?  It might be one of Edgar Allen Poe's "victims",
i.e., "The Pit and the Pendulum".

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Monday, October 06, 2014

Open Link Monday -- Abou Ben Adhem

. . . [please click on the picture to make it a bit larger]
. . . . . . . . [ -- I am the boy in the back row]
By Leigh Hunt 1784–1859 Leigh Hunt
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest

Poem copied from the Poetry Foundation,

The picture above was my annual "school picture."  I believe that I was in the fifth grade, our school taught eight grades but some were empty.  I was five when I started.  My sister, Lois (link), is front row right, standing near the teacher.  She was four or five, depending on when the picture was taken, and had started in the first grade.

This was the second and longer poem that I had ever memorized. (My first poem memorized was "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer).
I had come to like this poem and somehow I applied it to my life.  It probably calmed for life some of my bad side bones and helped set my personality. 

The poem was in an old poetry book that I found rummaging upstairs in an unused bookcase.  The bookcase had belonged to my father's aunt, Aunt Minnie. The book was either hers or my mom's from her younger days.
I still have that little book, a paperback, someplace packed away for now.

Here is some author material the bottom from the bottom of the page linked to above:


Discover this poem’s context and related poetry, articles, and media.

Poet - Leigh Hunt 1784–1859


SCHOOL / PERIOD - Romantic
Poetic Terms - Couplet"
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Monday, I am linked with Kerry at the Real Toads, Open Link Monday (link)

Her Challenge: "Do you have a poem that you would like to share with us today? (see above) Please link up a piece of your choice and join us in reading and responding to the best of online poetry. (see below)"
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Abou Ben Adhem
Leigh Hunt, my inspiration
Stayed with me for life
Old book of poetry mine
One treasure never stolen

Tanka poem and School picture Copyright, © 2014, 2010, Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

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Sunday, October 05, 2014

Museuming -- Flash 55


Day when he got to Albi,
Expectations running high,
Was ready to get his fill.
His fill of Henri Lautrec,
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec.
Little problem, parking space.
Henri was to wait his turn
For want of a parking space.
Lautrec, had his fill, and then,
Paul Cézanne surprise for him
in Albi's Lautrec Museum

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Photos Copyright, © 2009 Jimmiehov (link) and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Today I am linked with Fireblossom at the Real Toads, Flash Fiction 55 (link)
Monday, I am linked with the Real Toads, Open Link Monday (link)
Her challenge:  "write a poem (I chose this) or a piece of flash fiction (next time again), about any subject, and in any form, as long as it is comes to exactly 55 words!"

Well, with the title I am sitting at exactly 55 words.  Classified as fiction, it very well could be true.  I know.  [Scrunched face.]
You don't need to tell me, I know that museum is not a verb.  But here, using poetic license, I made Museuming to be one.  For more Lautrec posts, click here, for a little of our Spring 2009 Europe Vacation click here.
As are other museums with all museums having clasics, the old masters works, Allbi's (France) Lautrec Museum is a place to spend at least half a day (link).   I never tire of 'museuming' in Europe's old art museums.


Paul Cézanne surprise
(click on any picture for larger view)

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