Saturday, August 12, 2017

Saturday Challenge Poem

Close the door;
you're letting the air conditioning out

Close the door, you're letting the air conditioning out
I need someone to talk to. With if you see fit so to do
 
I worry about things that I can't change
Maybe this happens with you as well.  Well? 
 
Not like the price of crude oil from Russia 
But more like escalation all around
 
Or the climate changing  melt the icebergs
Forest fires, drought, flooding right and left  
 
I could go on but what is to be gained 
Time will tell and I won't be here to know
 
It's cooled in here again, thanks for coming
Should I worry, what say you about this?  



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.. - This is not me speaking in this poem.  It was directed by my muse who was down.   
 . . . Photo and Poem Copyright © 2016 and 2017, respectively, Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
. - I'm linked with for the Weekend Mini-Challenge in The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/08/weekend-mini-challenge-out-of-your-own.html  I wrote this one especially for today's posting. It is supposed to be "mini", mine is not exactly that having 163 words. 
. - The animal picture was taken at the Vauxhall City Farm, at Vauxhall, Borough of Lambeth, London, U.K. (visit it here).  For more animals found at our visit you can go here.

 . - Magaly wants us to resurrect a few word from a previous work and write again with them in a new poem.  I picked these beginning two lines for my beginning two here:
"Close the door, you're letting the air conditioning out
I need someone to talk to. With if you see fit so to do"
found here:http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2016/09/adi-is-gone-we-miss-her-poem_16.html

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Thursday, August 10, 2017

Reminiscing, a poem for today, Dad and me



I went with my dad

I went with my dad, I was very young
Only Dad and me, just the two of us 

We sat at a booth there by the window
Patched sidewalk outside, thought nothing of it 

Now I'd like to peek, in from that sidewalk
Seeing what went on back then in that place

Ladies serving drinks, think root beer for us
Men and boys no girls that I remember   


Were we joined by some or sit there alone
Who else was in that room, smoky front room 

Did we eat as well, a sandwich would do
Baloney and cheese, could be liverwurst 

Wonder what was said, to us and we to them
Not one word do I remember hearing 

Surely I didn't  talk, a boy of six
I suppose that was my age or lower 

Whatever happened there in that old house
Does it happen still, some new endeavor 

We will never know answers to these thoughts
Walk down the sidewalk, peek, it's dark inside
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Photo and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved  
Notes and photos: 
 - I'm linked with Isadora Gruye at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads;

 http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/08/writing-unseen.html
 - Izzy wants us for this Out of Standard Challenge to write a poem about something (we) can’t see fully.
 - I found this old house while in Washington, D.C, walking from the downtown area over to George Washington University.  It is older than the Civil War but I'm not sure now how old it is.
 - For sure we did stop for a drink in an old Main Street Café in Herman, Nebraska.  I didn't remember much and not even as much as I've told here.  The building has burned.


This is what is left of the building. For a non-poetic real truth version of my visit with Dad please see this previous post: http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-first-my-first-drink-in-public.html

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Tuesday, August 08, 2017

Original Sin -- A flash poem for Tuesday morning

disobedience
 
Adam and Eve were lovers
Lovers bold first lovers old
We are told were way too bold
 
Old Snake, Satan, evil man
Appealed to Eve, "Have a bite"
"It's okay" (forbidden fruit)
 
The apples came tumbling down
So they ate until their fill
God rules, they'd disobeyed.  Out!
From the garden 
So are we
 
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Poem and Photos Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved 

Notes and photos: 
 - Photo is my screen print of Erte's "Adam and Eve" which is copied here "Fair use."  Erte was born in 1892 and died in 1990.  He was of French decent and born in Russia (Wikipedia Link).  Adam and Eve along with more of his works may be seen at https://www.wikiart.org/en/erte .
 
 - I'm Linked with Kerry O'Conner in The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, FLASH 55 PLUS!, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/08/flash-55-plus.html
This is a 55-word piece to meet Kerry's prompt.  She also challenged us to use a piece of Erte's art as inspiration.  This and the Bible prompted me to write the story of Adam and Eve in a 55 Word Flash Poem with Seven Syllables per line 'Syllabic Form'.
 
 - I'm (also) linked with Marian in The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/08/the-tuesday-platform_8.htmlMarian posted there a lovely little poem by Emily Dickinson on Truth.  Mine today is a Bible truth.  Original Sin Wikipedia Link.
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