Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Bad Morning ~~ my Poem for Tuesday Platform


How does it feel to lose one's freedom?
Not that of becoming betrothed or
conscripted for your country's service
Rather to be deprived of home, your
liberty to walk or drive away

Try being locked inside your garage
Your loved one drives away closing doors
Confined. The house door's locked, you've no keys
You find a blanket, pillow, basin
Cell door sealed, alone, darkly lit, cold

Thoughts of escape now go through your mind
If you get outside, still must return
Cell phone lays away, there with your clothes
It may ring, it should. Loved ones will call
Worry when no answer, call again

Still alone, try to sleep. Sleep won't come
Rest your head, lay your body down, hard
You doze, you'll awaken, nothing's changed
Lay awake, walk around, no control
Why am I here, what have I done?  Sob

Accident here, loved one will return
Hugs, disbelief, "I'm sorry" you'll hear
Elsewhere, many times this does occur
Many deserving, some by mistake
Confined, locked away, no one comes 

Remember Christ's words, should we heed,
"I was in prison... you came to Me"

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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

I linked this poem withpost, The Tuesday Encounter, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (open forum day)

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Saturday, December 26, 2015

My Friend ~~ a Challenge Poem


There's nothing fine about my friend, Burlie
She's coarser than a mama goat's rough hide
and can swear like a cowman when she wants
Burlie rolls her own; chews and dips outside

Real name is Burlap, fighting words to her
She drives her pickup truck like a cowboy
in, out and through traffic, holding her reins
Roping calves child's play, bovine is her toy

Don't you dare even hint of a dreaded bag
"Burly Bag" in ear range she'll hear, and heave
you right into that sack, then stomp you good
Given all that she's sweet candy with me.

Coffee beans, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons,  and used by Laurie back in 2012

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Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved 
Today I'm linked with  post, Play it Again, Toads!, at The Imaginary with Real Toads. I chose the first option, A Word with Laurie: Review. From Laurie's list, my word was 'Burlap'.

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Challenge Poem (not a bah humbug)

No U-turns

I want a turn, when will my turn be?
You don't get a turn, you've been naughty

O please, let me have my turn today
Sorry fugly, there's no turn for you

No need to call me names, please refrain
That's the limit, I will hear no more

Please, please, I'll be good forever(more)
You're at the edge of my patience, go

I've done nothing to you, you're my friend
Leave, you've hit the bottom, close the door

Wheels that turn
Not a cookie cutter blog
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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved
The list: reverse, corner, turn, bottom, peak, edge, limit, choose, bend, close, push, sleep (my choices are underlined)

do NOT use the words "new," "change" or "direction" (or variants / tenses derived therefrom), because bah humbug.

Today I'm linked to 

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Sunday, December 20, 2015

Christmas Comes ~~ a Whirligig poem


time to celebrate Jesus' birthday 

brown is a five letter word 

Some of my very best friends

white, red, black, brown, or yellow 

Read their palms, Jesus loves all 

born to die to save the world 

Today Christians burnt for Him 

consonants and vowels we 

Like windows, visible and 

unmarked and vulnerable 

sins forgiven by our God 

paint these words, out of the pant-

ry, "Jesus died for my sin!" 

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Photo and Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

On December, 22, 2015, I linked this poem with post, The Tuesday Encounter, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (open forum day)
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I am linked with Whirligig, the at Sunday's Whirligig: A Dozen Words for Writers (# 38) 

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "Ghazal for White Hen Pantry" by Jamila Woods: brown, friends, white, palm, born, burnt, consonants, windows, unmarked, sins, paint, pantry.  They are underlined in my 'poem' and you can see I used all twelve words.

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Bob-tailed Nag -- another Challenge poem

Bob-tailed Nag   

Gotta get you a bob-tailed nag  
Buy you one, make sure she will trot  
Buy you a crotceted green oat bag 
One that won't scare your horse, sure not 

Gotta get you a bob-tailed nag
Buy her a sleigh, nice two seater   
Buy you some bells, let her reins sag
Go find your friend, bells to greet her  

Glad you got you a bob-tailed nag 
Ride with friend, lunch, Sunday special  
You two will eat, back in your rig  
Park past the meadow, get social 

Let her there graze, your bob-tailed nag 
There with your friend, sweet time to spend 
Tongues talk, not horse, no tail to wag  
Life course setting, you and your friend   

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Photo (top), Photo (bottom), and Poem Copyright © 2015, 2010 (link), and 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

 - On December, 22, 2015, I linked this poem with post, The Tuesday Encounter, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (open forum day)
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  - I'm linked with Karin Gustafson at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Her post there to link with is Take Two and Sing (We); the Weekend Mini-Challenge

Instructions there: "Think of a song--preferably a song of the season, a Christmas carol, Hanukah or Winter or truly any other song--and pick two consecutive words out of it."  Then go for it with a writing.
I used Jingle Bells, last stanza and refrain, the words, bob-tailed nag,

"Now the ground is white, so go it while you're young
Take the girls tonight and sing this sleighing song
Just get a bob-tailed nag, two-forty for his speed
Then hitch him to an open sleigh and crack, you'll take the lead

Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way"

BTW, a bob-tail is an animal's tail that has been surgically made to be very short.
AND, I know, horses tails 'swish', not 'wag'.  But swish doesn't rhyme.
The snow picture is from the back yard of the home we just moved FROM.

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Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Nothing Comes ~~ another Whirligig poem

A Day When Nothing Comes 
searching my mind.  Seems nothing comes to me 

impotent memory, lost at the start 

molest my cells from their sleep, "Awaken!" 

nightmares come so easy, just close my eyes 

cheese, melted and stringy, green, what's the use 

moonlight streaming through the window 

jars full of moonbeams, I remember now 

curl up in my chair, morning is coming

sun is over the horizon, early 

dogs sense it too, this day is to be mine 

calm now, have to dress, look my very best 

aubades* they'll serenade, "Happy Birthday ."

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Photo and Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with    the Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden,
 for her The Tuesday Platform (an open day, no prompts are given)
 - Notes: 
1.  *aubades: "... love poems or songs welcoming or lamenting the arrival of the dawn. The form originated in medieval France. See John Donne’s The Sun Rising and Louise Bogan’s Leave-Taking.” Browse more aubade poems."
2. THIS WEEK'S TWELVE WORDS come from "The Ancestors Explain How Envy Grew"" by Afaa Michael Weaver:
searching, impotent, molest, nightmares, cheese, moonlight, jars, curl, sun, dogs, calm, aubades*

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Saturday, December 12, 2015

Hope, Despair ~~ A bit of "Micro Poetry" (and history)

Jailed man picture: Nicolas Fouquet and replica prison cell in the
Vaux-le-Vicomte cellar. (see below—
click on picture to enlarge)

Click here (my 2010 blog post) for the story of Nicolas Fouquet

Hope and Despair
Through the grains of sand I peer 
Freedom's not far, though I fear 
For sure it won't be escape, 
unless. A saw in my cake 

Grains of sand, where is my gem 
Shackles and chains, crime's emblem 
Fortunes were made, came prestige 
All I have, here, loathed vestige 

Friends are gone, won't loosen chains 
Hope is nill, not in these grains 
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Poem and Photo Copyright © 2015 and 2010 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
Sandgrains picture below from Kerry's post, click on her name below:

I'm linked with 
To see the world in a grain of sand...
William Blake

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Friday, December 11, 2015

Understanding Love poem -- then there's Aether*

Earth, Wind, and Fire; then there's Aether*

Why do you love?  What makes the world stop for me?
He doesn't say those words, three little ones,
one by four by three.  "I love you" is in his heart,
in his head, but absent from his tongue

Is it because he knows that I love him?
How does he know, I often wonder.
But I know he does, his tender touch,
the look in his eye, his feeling comes to me

It isn't from that touch or the look of eye
It's in the air, over the miles or an inch
Not wind, radio, radar, or TV
Through the aether* we connect, heart to heart
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Photo, Poem Copyright © 2011, 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

Today I'm linked with at Transforming with Nature's Wonders

 - She wants us to try piecing the Classical Elements into our poetry.  The classical elements are: fire, air, water and earth.  There is also a rock band named "Earth, Wind, and Fire," (Wikipedia)  part of which I used in my title.  The other part, 'Aether', was added by Aristotle, as a fifth element, 'aether', as the quintessence, reasoning. 
 - Later scientists discovered that Vacuum, or Ether, was the carrier for electric waves used for communication from point to point without wires, either line of sight or bouncing, and generally, but not always, included going into the mysterious heavens before returning to earth to be received.  See Note below with references.

*Note:  Aether, now generally called by 'ether', is the mysterious make up of the heavens, through and by which radio waves and light are transmitted and received, i.e. carried. Vacuum tubes in the old timey radios were also called upon ether, or vacuum, to transfer electricity (Google).  See here for a more detailed explanation of ether.

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Monday, December 07, 2015

Bright and Sunny Day ~~ a Whiligig Poem


Two Bites


One bright and sunny day

Soon to become darkened

Our clumsy wasp was caught

Red molecules of blood

Sticky whirl, his demise  

He did begrudge that day

Spider's web alluring

Poppy seeds sugar dripped 

His shouts of no avail

Until heard by the crow

False alarm, two small bites

Food chain, gizzard pulling 

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Photo and Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved
- This poem is linked to Sunday's Whirligig: A Dozen Words for Writers (# 36) 
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I'm also linked with Marian at The Tuesday Platform

This week's Whirligig Word List (all twelve):

sunny, clumsy, wasp, molecules, whirl, begrudge, spider, poppy, shouts, crow, alarm, pulling, and I used all twelve, on in each line.

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Thursday, December 03, 2015

Lady Problems -- a Flash 60 poem

Lady Problems
Lady on the flying trapeze
Circus came and we left
My love, secrets are out
Came to fruition I thought

Went to London
for Trapeze School
Played more than studying
Fell in love with a taxi driver

You can't have two lovers
or, neither should know
Trapeze flyer discovered
she flew the coup

Be sure you've got wheels
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Photo, Poem Copyright © 2013, 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved
Today I'm linked with  with the Real Toads in the
Imaginary Garden, on her post, Words Count With Mama Zen
Her instructions:  "Step right up and let the following vintage photos take you back to the circuses of days gone by. Be delighted!  Be amazed!  Be inspired . . . and write a poem of 60 words or less."  My work is exactly 60 words including the title.

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