Saturday, February 27, 2016

My poem 'chickened out' for Sunday-Mini-Challenge (poor chicken)

The Chicken Dinner

T&T Pierrot Grenade I'm not
His technique I must try to emulate
This said we will cook the chicken tonight

Head under your foot, his legs in your hand
Pull the wagon, kids under das foot
Kids have eyes only for Dad they won't cry

Chicken in two pieces there on the ground
He hops around hopscotch blood squirting high
Call the foxes, they'll eat the chicken raw

Hot dogs for Dad, the kids, and me tonight

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. Tonight I'm linked with
. Gillena also said, " Additionally, your poem, including the title, if there is one, should not exceed 100 words. Lets do this! Have lots of fun!" I'm sitting at 80 words including the title.

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Thursday, February 25, 2016

These Feet -- Foot prints

These Feet 

These feet of mine are resting more now 
More than they ever have before 
I don't tell my age, number's large 
Larger than I care to tell to most 
Just say "OBE", Ausies know 

These feet of mine since nine 
Nine months saw them walking about 
About the house, from the wood box 
Wood box full, cut wood, cooking stove 
Fast learner me the stove got hot 

These feet pedaled my bike to school
From grades one to eight hills and all
Come high school they had needed rest
They nestled in my pony's side
Further to go three mile ride

These feet went to college, no horse
No bike.  This time back on the ground
They learned to march, ROTC
Came Army time, they marched some more
One broke one time, called it 'march foot'

These feet have carried babies five
First came their trips to the alter
Alter paths again they found. Tears
Marching down daughters' feet beside
Not play or trudging along they

These feet had a hard working life
Fixing radars and computers
Held me years more, teaching kids
Play they liked with my kids and spouse
At golf, on skiing, running, kept pace

These feet were told to take some rest
Rest until some day they get laid
Laid on my back, flag on my chest
Busy feet still, new places call
Like years before carrying me

Pictures copyright 2010 (link) bottom,

Poem Copyright © 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Hannah at her topic is "Footprints"

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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

A Spine Poem again, Hornet's Nest -- Red Radish and the Beet, a Limerick

Hornet's Nest 

The house of widows 
The girl who kicked the hornet's nest 
Furiously happy 

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- I'm linked withMarian at The Tuesday Platform with the Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden.   
. - I chose my books from our ship (the Caribbean Princess) library.  This ship doesn't have much of a library, one row of bookcases.  The room is shared with the computer and Internet Room. Not real friendly neighbors.
. - I hope you don't mind too very much, this one is marginal, perhaps not qualifying for a Haiku or a Senryū.  Thanks for peeking at my other poems, I try to write 'poems' of a sort most of the time.
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My entry to the current Limerick-Off Monday contest

Red Radish and the Beet

Said Red Radish to her friend Beet
“I’m Queen Vegie here” in her tweet
Corn said “real corny”
Trumpet vine, “horny”
Mary C picked them both, to eat

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Sunday, February 21, 2016

Snowy night car play - μ Poetry, a tinge of e e cummings

Up the street from the Blair (Nebraska) MacDonald's on a snowy December morning

snowflakes lighting on
moscow streets gives inklings of
stay-at-home evening
highway's run move them
off the streets дорогие полиции 
please dear politsii
make space for us
skillful drivers midnight boys
snowy night street racers 
(now a refrain, e e cumming style)
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