Just Talking ~~ a Poem for Thursday

Mutterings and sputterings;

Ever get the feeling you're talking to yourself?

Sometimes I tell myself some things

Things that really do not matter

But if you hear, well ...

My grandfather cussed a blue streak

But to me mattering?  It counts!!

To myself, I don't!!

Sometimes I do funny things,

things that are not funny at all

Though maybe to me

When I'm walking and get excited

I wiggle my thumb, it rotates

That agitates some

On the side here, are you hearing

I sing and talk outside, alone

I don't sing so good 

And sometimes I write for myself 
Them I keep in a secret place 
Locked with a password.

When I am asked, "What have you done?"

Then my smart aleck remark is,

"What haven't I done?"

My remark to them, a retort 

When their questions get specific

THAT I haven't done!!

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Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

. I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor      at  the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, The Poem as a One-Sided Conversation, at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/02/the-poem-as-one-sided-conversation.html

It's hot, but alright ~~ a Poem for Tuesday

Birds have no calendar;
  nor do the seasons

Now spring is due, my winter friends have gone
Seems there's going to be no spring this year
I miss them, Robins feeding on the lawn
Ducks, white, brown, and mottled swimming lakefront
I was looking for the humming birds, but ...

Hardy summer birds have started to call
Brownish gray doves paired, strolling on the walks
And mocking birds on the peaks and tree tops
Prime on their minds are mating and nesting
Prim, polite, and proper, courting contest

Harsh winter is done though spring has declined
Temperatures in the eighties, the birds know
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Poem Copyright, 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Rommy at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,  The Tuesday Platform,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/02/the-tuesday-platform_20.html?m=1