Waiting for the train -- A Saturday Challenge poem

 

Waiting, for the North Train

Waiting here, by the street leading to town
Watching pretty people passing by
Time is passing too, wonder where it goes
Missing the North Train again? O my

Waiting till it comes, feeling not alone
Savoring young lass, her morning walk
Guessing thirteen, crass world events she knows
Practicing English on me, we talk

Asking me where Abercorn Street might be
Showing them, poor souls, aging elders
Thinking how, stooping, creaking, wasn't me
Aging's not for me, though I'm older

Strolling mothers, pushing baby strollers
Stopping beside me, feet needing rest
Telling of goings on, coming molars
Wishing to be living theirs, life's best

Seeing how these are living, pondering
Wondering, needing to know purpose
Pausing pair, my story them I'm telling
Saying they, train's coming here no more

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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with  Bjorn Brudberg at the Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden,
Saturday challenge, Waiting for something good... or not

DREAD -- a Friday Challenge Poem

Dread.  Small word, one letter larger than read
But. It never has left me, no matter
No matter that I'm older than older
Fear with consequences unknown to me

I shudder, shiver, and shake a little
Really a lot but I can't make that known
Can't make it known because I'm in public
Grown men shouldn't be afraid.  No boogeyman

Still I feel helpless in her presence, awe!
Not a man; this lady sets me trembling
No switch nor blade nor gun does she carry
Her stature towers, ominous intrigue  

I meet her in tight places, like the lift
Woman, taller and younger than me. There!
Fear strikes, I dread this twosome encounter
Whenever, wherever she's there, I leave
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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

Today I'm linking with Fireblossom at The Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden,
Fireblossom Friday: Dread

Turkey Dinner -- a Thanksgiving Limerick

Turkey dinner relatives did attend
Enjoyed by all at least they did pretend
Cousins, aunts, uncles and in-laws
Turkey, dressing, corn and crab claws
Way too many, way too much, I contend

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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

Today my Limerick is linked with Madeleine Begun Kane at Mad Kane's Humor Blog where Mad's had instructed us to use at least one of the following words to end lines 1, 2, or 5:  TEND, ATTEND, OR PRETEND.

I am also linked with Marian at the Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden at The Tuesday Platform.  Her post is open to any poem, new or and older one.  This one is new.