Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Set your clock back ~~ (and) Social Media Day, i.e. "post something"


I'd give you the time

clocks have stopped, would if I could


If I had the time
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Poem and Picture Copyright
© 2009 Jimmiehov (
link)
All Rights Reserved

I'm linking today's little Senryū with


www.masslive.com/news/index.ssf/2015/06/leap_second_2015_june_30_is_th.html

Set your clock back at 6:59:59 (CST), quickly, to 6:59:58.  If it is an Atomic clock it will reset itself at midnight. 

Your computer will hiccup also, probably at midnight also.
 
Read more at the masslive link above
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Social Media Day | National Day Calendar

Be sure to say something, write a poem (do you like my Senryū poem?), or just post a picture!!

JUST DO IT!!! (sorry Nike, I had to do it!)

For a larger view Mrs. Jim's clocks or of the Social Media page click on the title or the picture, either one.

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Thursday, June 25, 2015

Voices Heard -- a Flash Poem

 
Voices Heard
 
old mother my dear
voices I'm to hear
 
slappeth thou my face?
to spit now they say
 
what bringeth thine ire?
ashes from the fire
 
I'm not yet a man
hot bark burned my hand
 
none to pull my hair
black with burns, a pair
 
mum to give hard hand,
voices who say, "Come"
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Photos and Poem copyright 2015,
© jimmiehov, all rights reserved
 
Today I'm linked with "Words Count With Mama Zen,"
where Mom Z is telling us something new about the English language: 
"Today, we're going to get conservative . . . with our words.  A recent study by British researchers identified 23 "ultraconserved words" that have remained relatively unchanged since the Ice Age.    All of those 23 are cognates (words that have the same meaning and sound in different languages) in at least four of the seven Eurasiatic language families.  Translation: that's the 700 languages spoken from the British Isles to western China and from the Arctic to Southern India."  
 
Her instructions were, "So, want to do a little writing in the mother tongue?  Pick a few words from the "ultraconserved words" list and write a poem of 60 words or less."
I wrote my 'poem' including the title using a total of 55 words.   If my count is correct then I used 14 (underlined for you) different words or phrases from the list.  Mother and Hand were used twice.

You can read through the poem as written.  Or you can start with the first and then skip every other line.  It also will read independently starting with the second line and skipping every other line.  I dunno.

The pictures (click on one for a larger size view) I took in 2013 during a visit to the London Science Museum.  NASA has a wonderful exhibit there.  And it's a FREE museum!!

Here's the list: 


thou
I
not
that
we
to give
who
this
what
man / male
ye
old
mother
to hear
hand
fire
to pull
black
to flow
bark
ashes
to spit
worm

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Sunday, June 21, 2015

I once had a dog named Adi -- here is an English Ode or similar poem


Ode to my underwear drawer
 
Oh drawer mine, extraordinary
Holder of all my most intimate wear
Socks 'n P J's too, most ordinary
Intimates hard to tell, I could not bear

Shorts and briefs, they covered my private parts
So near to me yet unmentionable
My prized attributes, they would never tell

Nestled deep, poised to hide David's fine arts
Leaking out, became inevitable
Blushing bride, blushing me.  Tolled wedding bells

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Photos and Poem copyright 2015,
© jimmiehov, all rights reserved


Today I am linked with Manicddaily, aka Karin Gustafson, at her Garden challenge post, Sunday Mini-Challenge - Ode to the Quotidian  

Quotidian is an adjective meaning found in the ordinary course of events
The poem, an ABABCDECDE poem, English ode, is dedicated to my (could it be yours?) underwear drawer and its contents.
 

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Thursday, June 18, 2015

Pictures of the Dark -- (Fireblossom Friday: Picture This)


 Pictures of the Dark

Have you worried today,
poet's gone dark on us?
Not really the case here,
He might make you smile
Time of snapping was dark

Like ships passing at night
Faint objects we discern
Smudges dot horizon
Far apart in body
And thoughts, foghorns unite
 
Or like crossing dateline
International Dateline
Night flight, camera aimed
Snapped the picture. All dark
What was gained? Nothing proved

Silliness.  Photos snapped
His pictures of the dark
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Photos and Poem copyright 2015, 2013
© jimmiehov, all rights reserved


Photo (2013): crossing International
Date Line, window shot at night,
Today I am linked with Fireblossom at
withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2015/06/fireblossom-friday-picture-this.html

She started us out with "Pictures of ____" and turned us loose.

Saturday, June 06, 2015

Flower Expossion today, a mini one


Keeping Aunt Minnie Cheery 

Aunt Minnie whom we had loved so dearly 
Now she is R.I.P.  We have her desk 
Aunt Minnie must have kept some flowers there
For sure we will keep it looking pretty

Walk to Harwich

Today we walked, paths and streets to Harwich 
Along the way a lone orange poppy 
standing tall, reminded me, V E Day 
One may pluck it, for sure it won't be me
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Photo and Poem copyright 2015, 
© jimmiehov, all rights reserved