Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Autumn Comes ~~ a Poem for Tuesday

Autumn Comes

When autumn comes, my love matures
Summer's hot passions simmer down
Like the flowers that last 'til fall
My love has mellowed autumn comes

When autumn comes I love you more
What began last spring harvest now
We reap our joy with tenderness
A deeper love not to be found

With autumn comes leaves turning red
Yellow, clinging tight to their branch
You'll not float down nor blow askew
We'll hold tight with our steadfast love

When autumn ends nature's ready
Ready for winters coldest chills
We like the creatures hunker down
Nurture each other love will warm

My heart cries out my love for you
Please love me thus as autumn comes
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Photo and Poem Copyright 2011 and2016, @ Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
Photo from 2011 post, http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-single-impression-love-2.html

I'm linked with Kerry O"Conner in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform. (link) Kerry wrote a bit about the coming of autumn and the changing of seasons. I mulled on her thoughts and went to writing from there. 

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Saturday, August 27, 2016

a small poem ~~ about a Megafauna


Do you believe in dinosaurs?
Did you ever see one alive?
They walked the earth in days of old
Or so they say, they being some

Could be biggest farce ever known
Larger than dreamt by Orson Wells
Seen even one, monsters? Not me
Thousands of years ago, they say

Bones by the gobs dug up they've been
Anthropology, science counts
Counts those bones as bankers their gold
Screwed up all, theoretical

Museums take your dough rob you blind
Ripley's 'Believe it or Not,' not
Children believe, they have not seen 
I don't believe, one I've not seen
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Photo and Poem Copyright 2016, @ Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 
(Photo is a 'screen print' copy from Gillena's post with the Toads)

Today I'm linked with Gillena in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Fashion me Your Words ~ Megafauna,
Small?  She has requested that we contain ourselves to exactly 100 words.  Mine is exactly, counting the title. 

1.  In terrestrial zoology, megafauna (Ancient Greek mégalo "large" + New Latin fauna "animal") are large or giant animals
2.  My first college alma mater, The University of Nebraska (Go Bid Red!!!), has the nicest museum, called Elephant Hall.  Elephant Hall has many skeletons of the ancient elephants, but also the world's best college collection of the extinct Dinosaur skeletons as well.  Who wouldn't believe after seeing the remnants of these magnificent creatures?

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Monday, August 22, 2016

Her bad day ~~ a Limerick

Her Bad Day

She was all ready for the sack 
Bread, baloney, cheese, what the 'Hack'! 
Green mold, slime, 'Oh Fog'! 
Not fit for the dog 
Her bad day, fridge's out of whack 
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Photo and Poem Copyright 2016, @ Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 
This is my entry, I'm linked with Madeline Kane for her Limerick-off Monday contest

Again, I am linked with Marian Kent at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform

- I've entered before but haven't ever won. Maddy and I are also Facebook friends. 
 - I don't cuss but have been knowing most of the cuss words since high school.
 - I misread the directions at first and had the first line using "snack" instead of the required word, "sack".  But too, that sounded better and made more sense, 'She was all ready for her snack."

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Saturday, August 20, 2016

Not What We Came Here To See ~~ Micro Poetry, Dodoitsu Form


Alligators in the pond 
They came from miles them to see 
Gators they saw, something more 
Little dogs inhaled   
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Photo and poem copyright 2006 and 2016,
 @ Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 
2006 photo posting, http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-first-time-for-jim-fishing.html

I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Not What We Came Here To See ~~ Micro Poetryhttp://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/08/not-what-we-came-to-see-micro-poetry.html 

This piece of micro poetry, a four line poem, is written in Dodoitsu Form, a Japanese poem form having seven syllables in its first three lines and five in the fourth.  Read more, The Writer's Digest, http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/dodoitsu-poetic-forms 

I am writing this evening with my iPad.  I found this alligator in the water at Port Arthur, Texas.

How about this guy?
He's a Devil not a Man
No, better,
He's a Reptile, not a Fish.

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Thursday, August 18, 2016

Dreams not done ~~ A "Friday Poem"

...In chase of my dream

I had this great dream a good month ago
Lovely in all ways, not my stock nightmare
For sure once I was on the winning team
But I didn't get it finished, clock chimed

To complete that tale, adventure for me
No way for me to know how it did end
Try as I may it won't come back to me
Pure bliss in my sleep, dratted alarm clock

"To sleep, perchance to dream ..."  Shakespeare had said*
Wanted wishes don't come true sans some help
I would help if I knew how, please this once
Letting show the final end pleases me fine

Fear, I won't get to sleep in time for dreams
And if I do it will be another
And another dream for me to forget  
I've already forgotten this one's start
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Photo and Poem Copyright 2016, @ Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Fireblossom at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, "Perchance to Dream" . 
"... write about someone having a dream, or  ..." is the part of her instructions I chose. (Link)

* This quotation is from Shakespeare's Hamlet.
BTW, my previous writing was also a possible dream, the "dream" itself (or was it a crazy true experience?) (Link).
[photo above is "Main Street" taken during our 2014 stay in Dubrovnik, Croatia (blog link)]

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Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Aid for a Queen? ~~ a Poem for Tuesday Platform

Conjuring Up;
..was it my imagination

Today I'm conjuring up a story
I'll tell it as being true, I believe
It'll be a tale outlandish to some
But those who know me well will wonder not

You see I came upon this lady, fine
She was fine in every way, in distress
Sitting there on the curb for all to see
Weeping till dry, gin diluted with tears

Her beau had stood her up, with another
Around the corner at the Snowman's Hall
She had her gun, a short Beretta nine
No avail, pull the trigger she could not

She bawled there at my feet, she needed me
Agrieved ladies are no sport, could I cheer
Take this gun, she begged, shoot him very dead
Slow death, his legs, then his heart, hers as well

Make him crawl and cower, say you're from me
Me, the Queen of Soul and Rock, here like this
So I went around that corner to see
He was there, she was too, now crawl you two

Going to do stuff new to me with this gun
Blow by blow, shots there were, O so many
Lift a foot or it's gone, knees are has-beens
Hands behind your back, shots for you and you

Made him grovel, her as well, while they could
Take a woman's man, nothing sporty that
Code of the West tells, "dearly he should pay"
No one called the law, code says "pay with life."

'Them laying there on the floor, I went back
Back to collect my praise for job well done
Corner rounded, was this the way I came?
No one there, Queen was gone, was she ever?

Ever or never, that is my question?
Was I awake or dreaming?  Sleeping now?
Did my imagination get the best?
In my cell.  I may never know.  They're dead.

That day I came upon this lady, fine
She was fine in every way, in distress

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Photos and Poem Copyright 2016, @ Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with  in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform

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Saturday, August 13, 2016

This Bee Doesn't Fit ~~ a 'Poem' for the Weekend Challenge

The bee that does not fit

The bee that does not fit in that is me
I came from afar, with my mom and Pa
Riding in my Gypsy wagon was me
See me coming people hide their children
Else that child and this one surely I'll take

Learned the law of the outcast, stay away
Don't come near, save our chickens and the pigs
Soon they too could be in that Gypsy bus
No school house for me, I learned from my Pa
Do what you got to do and do it quick

Watch for the Sherriff, take his watch and chain
Be a man with us, with them the other
They hate the man and cheat on his wages
They don't see the man, call him a hobo
The woman oil your skin, they'll take pity
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Images for Gypsy from Google:

Photos and Poem Copyright 2010 and 2016, @ Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
Images for Gypsy, a screen capture from Googling the word, Google

I'm linked with Magaly at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Which Bee?

Magaly gave us this little poem below for the Weekend Mini-Challenge and asked to write, in three stanzas, from the viewpoint of one of the three bees there, the queen bee, the hardest working bee, or the bee that does not fit in
I chose the latter.

To be successful,
One has to be one of three bees:

The queen bee,
The hardest working bee,
Or the bee that does not fit in.

One success is inherited,
And the next one is earned.
While the last one is
And happens on its own

~ “The Three Bees”, by Suzy Kassem

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Saturday Morning Poem, "Traveled to ..."

Traveled to ...

Calling all poets, "do a write for today 
on three of your favorite towns"   
Alright, I will try.  There are so many,
I've been to all fifty states

London and Paris are on my list,
aren't they on everyone's?  Been to London
the most, probably visits would add up
to several months, try five?  Well, more than four.  
Last time was this spring  

Visits to London have been my favorite
ever since way before I ever went
Before my days at school even, I learned
one must "look under the Queen's chair for ...
for the little mouse living there" 

By golly now, I have done that, 
my first visit to London I did,
back in the eighties.  Mouse was gone

Paris is next, I've been all over France
Time spent rivals that in the U.K. 
Eat your heart out, but I love going there  

Favorite thing there is eating a hot dog  
You can get them along the Seine from a stand,
try to see, it maybe near the Eifel? 
This one there will be a nice long but thin
sausage stuck inside a cut to length baguette  

Tell them before if you want mustard, they
will squeeze it into the hole in the bread
before poking the dog on down.  Now walk
along the Seine, taking in the boats and sights

Or at a pub (don't say that word in France)
it will be two sausages laying on
a small loaf, French bread, longer than batard 
Lying underneath those dogs will be a
little lettuce, wilted from the oven's heat  
On top is melted cheese, probably Swiss  
Add a cut tomato laying along
the sides, broiling just a bit with the cheese

You'll get it hot from the oven, Yummy  
Mustard and onions to suit, and head for
the street again.  Or have it there with a drink

My last of three will end, old stomping grounds
Lots of firsts there, some can't be told, ever 
Worst I will tell is when the town marshal
called me in to the principal's office

We are at Tekamah, Nebraska, small 
There you will find the world's best high school 
Graduate young there, try sixteen  
Your English teacher may be twenty or
twenty-one.  For sure young enough for a
high school teacher crush

But across the street and up a block is
the best place in town to visit.  Called the
Burt County Museum, it's open a few
days a week, check before you come.  For sure
it'll be open on Saturday but
never on a Sunday

Come May there will be "Coffee on the Porch"  
(act like a native but you can not hide) 
on the last Saturday morning before
the Alumni Banquet at the City 
Auditorium.  Free, small donation?

That's my list, I hope you endured.  I did,
living every minute and more here on
my writing machine back in 'Mega' Texas

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[click on any picture for larger viewing - ask about any in a comment, I'll answer soon (or later)]

Photos and Poem Copyright 2016, @ Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I am linked within the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Travel: Get Listed for August.
His request: "This month, the twist on the list is this: pick *at least* 3 cities / locations that you have visited, want to visit, or wish you never had. Can be fact or fiction. Why were/are you there? What did you do / are you doing there? Are they, or how are they connected?  All in iambic pentameter.  :) Just kidding. Form not required."

My photos are from a search of my other blog, Jim's Little Blog, mostly here:
 - London visits: http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=London
 - Paris visits: http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=paris
 - Tekamah visits:  http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=Tekamah
 - "Hot Dog" visits:  http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=hot+dog

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Tuesday, August 09, 2016

A rock from my collection ~~ Poem material?

This little rock of mine;
it almost talks to me

This flat little rock of mine 
been around for a long time
No ordinary rock this
Origin, Himalayas

There it lay, mountain topping
Rolled down one day not stopping
Shaken by the rumbling earth
Losing hold its sunny berth

Stopping then on the plateau
Warmer, didn't want to go 
But not for long could it stay
Monster grabbed, ran for the Bay

Strange creature this, O so cold
Icy, large, so very bold
Unnamed glacier inched along
Grinding my stone, eons long

Once so large in stature, now
a few inches, made to bow
Dumped in wet, nasty man he
Tumbling then, the River Li

Eons passed again once more
River calmed, had lake with shore
I came along, skipping stones
Liked flat ones size of Brit's scones

There out in the water a bit
Found this pretty stone, a hit
Almost flat, green dullish glow
But wait, way too nice to throw

I kept this rock, pocket sized 
A female rock I surmised
Lovely looking shiny wet
I've kept her fifteen years yet

Listen, she said "please keep me,
I need to be loved, Jimmy"
I have these years, China doll
Pretty when wet, I did fall

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Photos and Poem Copyright 2016, @ Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Today I'm linked with the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform,
Tuesday Platform is open forum, hosted, or imagined, this week by Marian.

Marian was introducing Adrienne Rich, who said the following:

"A poem can come out of something seen, something overheard, listening to music, an article in a newspaper, a book, a combination of all these… There’s a kind of emotional release that I then find in the act of writing the poem. It’s not, ‘I’m now going to sit down and write a poem about this.’"
I decided to write this poem as I washed the washed off my little rock which usually sits on my bathroom vanity.  I thought of that day on the River Li in China (link, very pretty also). 

We were taking a break (probably the cook wasn't on schedule for our lunch meal, a China Buffet) from a day cruise there.  It was so very pretty!!  I think the striations may be green jade.  Those shine and look so very pretty when wet!! 

Note: Pictures below are from "Google Maps."  They depict how far my little rock probably traveled before being hijacked by me and flown to Texas.  Click on them for a better view.

p.s. It's hard to keep seven syllable meter, but I tried.

 ......Other of my writings/posts about rocks, link.

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Sunday, August 07, 2016

a New Word poem ~~ Flash 55

New word in town; 
meet "Lacuna" 

Now and then I learn a new word 

Be it big or small, nice or not, 
Brittle or chewy, sweet and sour 
"Lacuna" sounds Spanish to me 

Not sure what I was thinking of 

Schoolboy, say it one hundred times 
"Lacuna" today, gaping teeth 
'Twill be forgotten tomorrow

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Photos Copyright 2016, 2016, and 2011 and Poem Copyright 2016, © Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - Top Photo (2016) -- Probably from our 2007 (2007 link 'a' ) (2007 link 'b') visit to Scotland, but not posted before.  It is an unusual semi-detached cottage situated next to a Church of Scotland chapel we found out in the country but I have no idea now where we were (I sure do hope it is my picture, one that I took!!). The property must be over 100 years old and was probably was once the residence of the pastor or church beadle.
 - Middle photo (2016) -- I took this one during our train ride to visit Northamptonshire this summer.
 - Bottom photo (2011) -- [large picture] [super sized] If you like art then go to Europe. We found this Cézanne original in the Lautrec Museum in Albi, France. It is by Paul Cézanne (1839 to 1906) and yes, he was pretty quirky. (For more of our trek to the Albi click here.)(Cézanne Wikipedia link)
Tonight I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner at her post in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Flash 55 Plus!  [http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/08/flash-55-plus.html ]

As usual for the Flash 55 Plus! post it must (1) be exactly 55 words and (2) preferably use Kerry's new-to-me word, "Lacuna".  I did both, counting my title. 

Lacuna: a noun
an unfilled space or interval; a gap.
"the journal has filled a lacuna in Middle Eastern studies"
  • a missing portion in a book or manuscript.
    a cavity or depression, especially in bone.

    Hence my schoolboy with missing teeth (a gap, a "lacuna").

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Tuesday, August 02, 2016

By day I ... a troubled Poem for Tuesday Platform

By day
By day I sleep, at night I work
O Dreams, will you devour me
I dream the dream that changes men
In my dreams I am a woman,
devil woman who preys, poor soul
In my Dreams my subjects are those
they who have no power, succumb
They are men who sleep, play, at night
For them there's no rest, nor for me
O Devil woman of my Dreams
Why do you scream, pleasure abounds
O Dreams, will you devour me
dreams only few will ever know
In my dreams I am a woman
A woman who devours her man
In my dreams they scream with their pain
pain that few men will ever know
Pain that cannot be told they find
Why do you scream, pleasure abounds
O Devil woman of my Dreams
Why do you scream, pleasure abounds
O Sleep, will you give me release
release me from this dreaded dream
I've endured their pain, not their plan
Pain that doesn't stop, never ends
In my dreams day becomes the night
and I become a woman, wild
A devil who knows no regret
For them there's no rest, nor for me
O Devil woman of my Dreams
Why do you scream, pleasure abounds
By day I dream, at night I work 
_ _ _ _

Photo and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2014 and 2016, All Rights Reserved
Photo (2014):  http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2014/07/blog-post_19.html

I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

There, at the garden, today open forum at the Tuesday Platform, Kerry presented a YouTube of Draconian singing the following song.  It gave me the troubled theme idea for my poem today:

Death Come Near Me
By day I sleep, at night I weep!
O Death, come near me!
Be the one for me, be the one who stays.
My rivers are frozen, and mischosen,
and the shadows around me sickens my heart.
O Death, come near me,
and stay (by my side). Hear my silent cry!
In sadness I'm veiled, to the cross I am nailed,
and the pain around me freezes my world.
My cold world...
In life I've failed,
for years I've wailed.
Frozen in time... left behind...
The rapture of grief is all to find...
The rapture of grief is all!
Behind the shadow of life the lost hopes are grieving.
I seek the night and hope to find love...
So I drown in the silence of lifes short eternity.
The tears fills the void in my heart astray...
Embrace me now, delightful ease!
Give me a world of wonderous peace!
Calm the desperate scream in my heart!
O Death, come near me,
save me from this empty, cold world!
O Life, you have killed me,
so spare me from this couldron of misery!
In life I cry, away I fly...
Chosen to fall within these walls.
The rapture...
The rapture of grief is all!
Oh, shed a tear for the loss of innocense,
for the forsaken spirits who aches... in us.
Cry for the heart who surrenders to pain,
for the solitude of those left behind!
Behold the pain and sorrow of the world,
dream of a place away from this nightmare.
Give us love and unity, under the heart of night.
O Death, come near us, and give us life!
I this world of pain I am better of dead!
Give me love, or give me... death!
O Death, come near me!
I have summoned you!

A-Z Lyrics

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