Saturday, May 09, 2015

Yellow Bananas - Sunday's Mini Challenge Poem

Yellow Bananas

To refrigerate or not
People spend their lives
trying to decide
Meantime fruit rots in its bag

Small things like this take our time
Can't make up our minds
Trying to decide
Life should go on, prudent be
Important things take astride
Speckled fruit still good to eat

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Poem copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
  
 - I am linked with Heaven, a.k.a. Grace,  at the Real Toads, "Sunday's Mini-challenge: Jane Hirshfield" where we were introduced to the poet, Jane Hirshfield.
 - Grace's challenge is to "write a new poem or prose poem inspired by the title, verse or style by Jane Hirshfield. I chose Hirshfield's poem, Green-Striped Melons found in the Real Toad's posting link above.

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Friday, May 08, 2015

Four (big) Words -- a 'poem' for "Get Listed for May, 2015"


Blood, house (home),
face, and suburb

Blood on the moon
While you're at home
Fear on your face
Suburb fallout

Blood on his knife
You're home alone
Death on his face
Suburb castle

Blood on the floor
His, in your house
Shot in his face
Suburb is safe



 
Above:  Various houses I've visited.  The one on the lower left is Hemmingway's backyard study in Key West, Florida.  Next on the right is a monastery high up in the hills of Greece. I've been in both of these. 
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Photos and Poem copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 
I am linked with grapeling  at the Real Toads, Get Listed for May: Pablo Neruda
 
 - Grapling's instructions were to "please write a new poem for this prompt using at least 3 of the list words (or reasonable variants), post it to your own site, and link to that specific poem (not just your blog)." 
 - His resource for this prompt was "the list from the (translated) poems of Pablo Neruda, specifically, from the bilingual edition Pablo Neruda - Selected Poems (Houghton Mifflin, 1970)."
 - I used this one:  "from "I'm Explaining a Few Things", page 151 (PoemHunter.com again): suburb, face, house, blood."  I took the liberty to use the word Home instead of House where I felt it to be more appropriate for my poem.
 

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Monday, May 04, 2015

Dog's life? -- another 55 Flash Plus attempt


Life is but to please my master
His happiness fills my needs
He rewards,
food in my plate,
pat on my head
 
There is a better side of life
Walks in the park,
flushing rabbit for the hunt,
seeing my subject little boy learning to read
 
Me, mere hound dog
Fun therapy dog first class



 
 
Photo and poem copyright © 2006 and 2015 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 
I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at Real Toads, "FLASH 55 PLUS!" (means exactly 55 words)
Notes:
 - Flash 55 means to write a poem with exactly 55 words.  Including the title, I did that.
 - Plus was to add a little Zen.  Here I tried to add a touch of Zen.  I feel that dogs can have higher needs than to exist.  Maslow in his hierarchy of needs may have felt otherwise (link). 
 - Adi (profile) was my beloved beagle dog, a therapy dog.  We mainly visited with assisted living residents, many afflicted with Alzheimer's disease.  She also was qualified as a reading dog (link).  Adi died in September, 2012.

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Sunday, May 03, 2015

Little Mouse, did you -- 55 Flash Plus


 
Little Mouse;
did you?
 
Little Mouse, did you do
your good deed for today? 
Did you make some playful
child happy and full today?
 
Little mouse, you can make
soured milk taste so good
Keep your finger out of
the drink, just smile to her
 
Just don't you forget that
you are her favorite cup
 
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Photo and Poem copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved


I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at Real Toads, "FLASH 55 PLUS!" (means exactly 55 words)
Notes:
Flash 55 means to write a poem with exactly 55 words.  Including the title, I did that.
Plus was to add a little Zen.  After a hard 30 days in April, writing every day, I felt   
 that skipping a day (yesterday) and hitting the 55 target was enough.  Some might add a
 touch of Zen.  Not me. 
 

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