Thursday, May 18, 2017

Mixed ~~ a Poem for Artistic Interpretation challenge

Sitting here
On the end
  on the newsletter
It's about to go out

Out of the corner
Of my eye
  To the left
    I can see gobs
    Of lemons piled

In a jar.

Smell them, I think
They're about
  To act up

I can tell by  
Their smell
  Gasoline and

should be a tart and tangy
Citrus smell
Bite in,

And no
 Taste at all

Fakes, fakes

What do you know
  Now fake lemons

In a jar.

To the dead ahead
It's a pile of
  Ladies' magazines

I don't need
to peek
  I already know
What's inside

How to
Look Really Nice
For Your
(or For
    Your Lady)  
Are you



Here's one
On a different

Tasty items

Listen to
  the sizzle
In the

Tell by
        the smell

I'm drifting
MacDonald's is
 Calling me now

What newsletter


Chocolate Pie

  For Desert
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 - Photos and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved


- I'm linked with at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Bits Of Inspiration ~ Mixed Media Art

 - I mix more senses than art but I do have text and photos.
 - Mrs. Jim made this Chocolate Pie. She gave a couple of slices to our younger daughter and SIL.  We still have half of it left.
 - For real I was working on a weekly newsletter--I decided to use the surrounding 'stuff' as subjects for my "Artistic Interpretation".  Weird?

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Tuesday, May 16, 2017

a Poem, Earth Reborn -- for Tuesday Platform

The Day the Earth was Reborn
Smoldering fires here and there
Dotting grotesque, bare landscape scorched
Everything living and the dead
Becoming ashes useless toys
Toys of the powers here now are
Beings from another planet
Heat they can easily withstand
None on this burned land had survived
No life here until these creatures  
Being dropped by great great powers
Powers that had stood by watching
Observing man destruct himself
Plan too grandiose for them, failed
Personality was their flaw
Ego building, wealth, power plays 
Consumed, intelligence a waste
These puppets, mindless, insect-like
Their purpose preprogrammed when built
Procreation's luxury gone 
Guided by invisible strings
Toys fueled by carbon digestion
Inorganic mechanical
Bot beings time limited joy
Awaiting next generation
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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

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

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Sunday, May 14, 2017

a Poem, "Caught between a rock and ...."

Picture is Public Domain from Wikipedia (link)
James Gillray, Britannia between Scylla and Charybdis (1793)

What to do, need I say 

There was a man who had three wives 
Two were a treat to look at, but 
Living with them was different 

Names changed, protect the innocent 
Sylvia was good at loving 
But a nag in the off season 

Charlie Anne could cook up a storm 
Constant chatter shattered ear drums 
Helen loved, cooked and sewed.  A doll 
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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Mythical Prejudice (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly)

 - 1) Magaly wants us to write a three verse, nine line poem, about a mythical person about whom we have read.  Or 313 words, mine is 63 words.

 - 2) "Scylla and Charybdis were mythical sea monsters noted by Homer; Greek mythology sited them on opposite sides of the Strait of Messina between Sicily and the Italian mainland. Scylla was rationalized as a rock shoal (described as a six-headed sea monster) on the Italian side of the strait and Charybdis was a whirlpool off the coast of Sicily (more, from Wikipedia)..."

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