Friday, February 02, 2018

Saint Peter, here she comes -- a poem for Friday

Eulogy for one I just met 

For a sweet young lady
I only met today
Even before we met
 I knew, as good as gold 
 The car she drove told all

Wild at times, purrs sweetly
Thrifty, saved her pennies
Older Mustangs don't lie  

Colored a sooty dark
Matched her hair, soft, black, tamed
No spoilers or mag wheels
Fairly mild mannered two

When she spoke, so polite
Thank you ma'am, yes sir please
Loud, authority sure
Mellow exhausts, throaty
Parked curbside here she lies
Prepared for her new life
Heaven bent, now she'll speed
Saint Peter traffic cop

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Photo and poem Copyright, © 2018 Jimmiehov, all rights Reserved

Written for YOU and for the Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden --

Photo is a screen print of a 2006 Ford Mustang currently for sale at Car Max,

Did I really meet this person? 

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Sunday, January 28, 2018

Words -- a weekend Poem

Hurdy gurdy words 
When they're saying words won't hurt 
Don't believe a word of it 
And if they say words are toys 
You can say they're full of it 
Words that hurt are sharp pointed, 
said snidely, and with malice 
Words that play run up and down 
In and out wittingly paged 
Abhor using hurtful words 
Play with pretty words instead
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Poem Copyright, © 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
Photo, Amazon dot com, Merriam Webster Official Scrabble Dictionary - 13>99  (link)

I'm linked with Magaly at 
Wikipedia:  It is reported to have appeared in The Christian Recorder of 
March 1862, a publication of the African Methodist Episcopal
Church, where it is presented as an "old adage" in this form:
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never break me.

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