Thursday, September 08, 2016

I Have This fear -- a poem, out of standard



I Have This Fear

I have this fear, haunts me
like a recurring dream
Though no demons visit
still it comes from within.

Fear doesn't go away
It stays and warms, I glow
Started, then I ignite
Spontaneous, combust

I fear spontaneous
combustion, evil death
'Twill be the end of me
I'm ashes in my mind
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Photo and poem copyright , 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved

I'm linked with Izadore Guyre in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Out of Standard - Fire from a Different Sun.
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/09/out-of-standard-fire-from-different-sun.html

Notes: 
  - The photo was taken by my son, Tim, who, as a Boatman, had just untied this ship from the dock five minutes before.  The ship, leaving the Houston Ship Channel with its cargo, struck an obstruction in the water, leaking gallons and gallons of flammable liquid.  Some how the liquid floating on top of the water caught fire.  Causes and damages are still under investigation.  No life was lost.
 - Spontaneous Combustion is the burning of a human for no apparent reason.  This was common in 18th and 19th Century literature (a list of some).   I have read Dickens' Bleak House and also some references from Twain.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spontaneous_human_combustion (more information than you probably want to know there).

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Tuesday, September 06, 2016

Gold ~~ A Tuesday Platform little Poem

Gold?

No
All that glitters is not gold

This glittering little red truck
is more precious than gold to me

Should you get a little red truck
take you where e're you want to go

My glittering little red truck
will cost an arm and leg to you

'Cause my precious little red truck
worth to me more than all the gold

Keep your gold leave my truck alone
 
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Poem Copyright © 2008 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform.
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/09/the-tuesday-platform.html

Marian calls for a poem, old or new.  This one is old, back from 2008
http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-single-impression-gold.html
 

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